released him in frantic spasms that blew Dimitri’s mind. He paused, every sinew straining as he sought to prolong the journey and delay the pleasure he knew was ahead for just a few seconds longer. The anticipation of it clawed in his gut. He took a shuddering breath, and as he stared down at Louise’s rose-flushed face he thought how lovely she was. No other woman had ever made him feel this way—as if he was a king and could conquer the world. He couldn’t hold on, and he made a harsh, primitive sound in his throat at the moment of release before he sank into the haven of her arms and she cradled his head on her breasts.
CHAPTER SIX
L OUISE opened her eyes and stared at the grey silk drapes around the bed. She was instantly awake as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She had never slept in a four-poster before, or in a bed of this size. Two people could sleep in a bed this big and never touch each other. But that hadn’t happened with her and Dimitri.
They had touched and kissed and caressed each other and made love twice during the night—three times, actually. But the last time had been just before dawn, when the sky outside had lightened from indigo to purple but the stars had yet to go out.
Now the cool grey light of early morning was filtering through the half-open curtains, and the new day brought with it big doubts about whether it had been wise to spend the night with a man who was to all intents and purposes a stranger. She had thought she had known him seven years ago, but their brief relationship had been based on lies. The reality was that she did not know Dimitri Kalakos at all.
The feverish excitement that had overwhelmed her last night had faded and common sense had returned. Sleeping with him had not been wise at all, said a voice in her head. It had complicated everything.
She turned her head to study him. He was lying on his front, his head pillowed on his arms and his face turnedtowards her. His thick, dark eyelashes were fanned against his cheeks and Louise’s gaze lingered on the sensual curve of his mouth. She felt a little tug of emotion as she watched him sleeping. He looked relaxed. The fine lines around his eyes had smoothed out and he looked more like the younger Dimitri she had met on Eirenne.
He must have been a beautiful child. Her heart ached as she wondered whether their child would have resembled him. If she had had a son, he would be six years old now. She pictured a wiry, olive-skinned little boy, with a mass of dark hair and olive-green eyes, a cheeky grin and a streak of daring that would inevitably get him into trouble from time to time.
Sadness hit her like a blow to her chest. It did not matter how many times she told herself it was stupid to grieve for a child who had never been born. The loss of her baby still hurt after all this time, and being with Dimitri again made the memories so much more intense.
She wondered what he would have been like as a father.
If he had stuck around
, pointed out the voice in her head. There was no guarantee he would have supported her. If her pregnancy had continued she would have contacted him and told him she was expecting his baby, but perhaps he would have rejected his child as her father had rejected her.
The box of condoms on the bedside table was a mocking reminder of their night of physical pleasure. She could only be thankful he had remembered to use protection. She felt ashamed that in the heat of the moment contraception hadn’t crossed her mind. How awful was that? she berated herself. Hadn’t one unplanned pregnancy been enough? It was true that even if she
had
had unprotected sex her chances of conceiving were slim after the problems she’d suffered with her first pregnancy. But there was no escaping the fact that last night she had behaved utterly irresponsibly.
She stared up at the canopy above the bed and chewed on her bottom lip. Dimitri had told her he was returning to Greece later today. He was a
CHAPTER SIX
L OUISE opened her eyes and stared at the grey silk drapes around the bed. She was instantly awake as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She had never slept in a four-poster before, or in a bed of this size. Two people could sleep in a bed this big and never touch each other. But that hadn’t happened with her and Dimitri.
They had touched and kissed and caressed each other and made love twice during the night—three times, actually. But the last time had been just before dawn, when the sky outside had lightened from indigo to purple but the stars had yet to go out.
Now the cool grey light of early morning was filtering through the half-open curtains, and the new day brought with it big doubts about whether it had been wise to spend the night with a man who was to all intents and purposes a stranger. She had thought she had known him seven years ago, but their brief relationship had been based on lies. The reality was that she did not know Dimitri Kalakos at all.
The feverish excitement that had overwhelmed her last night had faded and common sense had returned. Sleeping with him had not been wise at all, said a voice in her head. It had complicated everything.
She turned her head to study him. He was lying on his front, his head pillowed on his arms and his face turnedtowards her. His thick, dark eyelashes were fanned against his cheeks and Louise’s gaze lingered on the sensual curve of his mouth. She felt a little tug of emotion as she watched him sleeping. He looked relaxed. The fine lines around his eyes had smoothed out and he looked more like the younger Dimitri she had met on Eirenne.
He must have been a beautiful child. Her heart ached as she wondered whether their child would have resembled him. If she had had a son, he would be six years old now. She pictured a wiry, olive-skinned little boy, with a mass of dark hair and olive-green eyes, a cheeky grin and a streak of daring that would inevitably get him into trouble from time to time.
Sadness hit her like a blow to her chest. It did not matter how many times she told herself it was stupid to grieve for a child who had never been born. The loss of her baby still hurt after all this time, and being with Dimitri again made the memories so much more intense.
She wondered what he would have been like as a father.
If he had stuck around
, pointed out the voice in her head. There was no guarantee he would have supported her. If her pregnancy had continued she would have contacted him and told him she was expecting his baby, but perhaps he would have rejected his child as her father had rejected her.
The box of condoms on the bedside table was a mocking reminder of their night of physical pleasure. She could only be thankful he had remembered to use protection. She felt ashamed that in the heat of the moment contraception hadn’t crossed her mind. How awful was that? she berated herself. Hadn’t one unplanned pregnancy been enough? It was true that even if she
had
had unprotected sex her chances of conceiving were slim after the problems she’d suffered with her first pregnancy. But there was no escaping the fact that last night she had behaved utterly irresponsibly.
She stared up at the canopy above the bed and chewed on her bottom lip. Dimitri had told her he was returning to Greece later today. He was a
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