The Greek's Marriage Bargain ✔️ (Completed)

Nine

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For a moment Natalia wondered why she felt so strange.
    There was a warmth and weight and an odd, aching feeling.
  
    And a sound.

    Her eyes fluttered open to see Dimitris fast asleep beside her. The bed was huge but he was managing to take up most of it with his long limbs sprawled languidly over the ruffled sheets. Against the pristine whiteness of  Egyptian cotton, his hair was as black as night and his loive skin looked like burnished gold.

    She realized that the sound she'd heard had been his breathing -- steady and slow -- and the weight was one hair-roughened thigh imprisoning her own pale leg beneath. And the aching? She felt the sudden rush of colour flooding into her cheeks as she remembered.

    Dimitris making love to her.
  
    Dimitris lifting her up as if she'd been weightless and thrusting into her.

    Dimitris pinning her against the wall on her way back from retrieving her glasses from the sitting-room floor. A kiss which had turned into something more. She remembered the cool wall pressing against her back and one very hot, aroused man at her front.

    She turned her head to stare at the blurred outline of the ceiling light, knowing that if she reached out for her glasses she might wake him. And she didn't want to wake him, she badly needed a moment to be alone witg her thoughts.

    She closed her eyes. It had been amazing. It always was. He'd made her feel as if she'd come alive -- properly alive. As if her body had been designed for Dimitris to make love to her. As if she'd been empty without him.
    But nothing had changed, she reminded herself. She mustn't make the classic female mistake of thinking that an afternoon of incredible sex was going to make any real difference to them.

    "Kiss me."
    His murmured entreaty broke into the silence and Natalia stilled, not knowing how to react to him after what had happened. Clearly unwilling to wait, he reached out a strong hand and imprisoned her, locking his arm tightly around her waist as he levered her close so that she was confronted by the gleam of a pair of bright green eyes.

    The eyes narrowed and his lips curved. "I said, kiss me."

    "Is that an order?"

    "Would you like it to be?"

    Reluctantly, Natalia felt her own smile tug back. How could you stop yourself from doing something you really wanted even though you knew it was probably wrong? She leaned forward and drifted her mouth over his. "You're incorrigible."

    His hand moved from her waist to her bare bottom. "Is that a good or a bad thing?"

    "I can't decide." The temptation to continue flirting was close to irresistible, but Natalia forced herself to remember what was happening in the world outside this bedroom. The household would be gearing up for tomorrow's christening and later today she was going to meet the baby who was still theoretically her niece. It wasn't going to be an easy situation given her wobbly emotions around babies and especially now that she had complicated matters by making love to Dimitris.
    But this wasn't about her and what had happened in the past. It was about Myra and her family and Dimitris beloved grandmother.

    She grabbed her glasses from the bedside table and turned to him. "Do you think I should offer to help with the christening preparations?"

    "I suspect that my mother probably has everything in hand. And since a lot of the tradespeople will be speaking Greek and your vocabulary is still in single figures, its probably best..." he travels a finger from neck to breastbone, where he spread his hand out wide so that his fingers brushed against both her peaking nipples "...if you use your time more constructively by devoting it to me."