while Ari had a shower in the small bathroom downstairs. The house was tiny, and rustic and beyond basic, but she loved it. Ari had told her earlier of how his mother had grown up there with her sister and her mother, his grandfather having died when they were small.
She went to the balcony and smoothed the plain dark red sundress over her hips. Her skin tingled from being in the sun, and she felt freer than she’d felt in a long time. She’d called her mother’s home earlier, and she was obviously having a good day—although Lucy had had to explain again why she wasn’t able to visit for another week. It seemed as if her mother was making friends with some of the other residents, and the matron had assured her again that she was being well cared for. The relief was enormous.
A sound made her whirl around from where she was leaning against the balcony rail, watching the sun go down over the sea. Ari stood in the doorway with just a towel around his lean hips.
She looked up, throat dry, and met his eyes. They glowed with dark, decadent promise. He put his hand to the towel and with a flick of his wrist it was gone. Lucy’s body flamed.
‘Come here …’ he said softly.
Lucy tried to resist the feeling of hot insanity. ‘Ari, I’ve just changed …’
‘Come here.’
On shaky legs and bare feet Lucy walked over and said, ‘Has anyone ever told you that you’re extremely bossy and arrogant?’
He shook his head and pulled her right into him, reaching for her dress and pulling it up, at the same time pulling her pants down. Excitement made Lucy shiver uncontrollably.
‘Only you seem to have the nerve to say these things …’ he growled, mock angrily.
And then talking stopped for a long, languorous moment.
Much later, when the moon had risen and the stars were out, they headed out for dinner. Lucy had put on a light cardigan as the late spring evening had a slightly cool edge. Her eyes drank Ari in as she trailed him, her hand firmly clasped in his. She never would have imagined him to be so tactile, but he was always reaching out to touch her, to take her hand, rub the back of his hand down a cheek … She sighed inwardly. He was wearing black trousers and a snowy white shirt, and he was more gorgeous than any one man had a right to be.
This part of northern Paros was a sleepy fishing village. The summer hordes hadn’t descended yet, but in the distance Lucy heard music and recognised a traditional Greek tune as they rounded the corner into an idyllic little square where a taverna was all lit up. A mad profusion of flowers erupted from every windowsill and around the door.
Lucy heard shouts and laughter, and as they went in Ari ducked his head to avoid hitting the doorframe. An even bigger shout went up, and suddenly a crowd was thronging around them and a huge man was dragging Ari’s face down and kissing him soundly.
When he could, Ari pulled Lucy forward, feeling an incredible lightness in his chest. He’d missed coming here. A gut-wrenching sense of homecoming nearly floored him with its intensity. London and the merger and Athens and Helen all seemed to be light years away from this moment.
But as if he couldn’t hold it down the thought rose up like a spectre: the emotion … The threat of it was rising up to swallow him whole. That was why he hadn’t been back.
He felt for Lucy’s luscious curves and let her distract him from those dark thoughts, introducing her to his mother’s old friends and even to some distant cousins. He could see a few of the young bucks eyeing her up, but with one warning look from him they retreated, shamefaced. Ari kept her close when they were seated in the corner with Costas, the owner, who pulled up a chair and ordered a veritable feast on their behalf.
Lucy sat back a while later and groaned, wiping her mouth with a napkin, ‘I’ve never eaten as much as I have these last two days. And I do not need any extra padding.’
Ari looked at Lucy from under hooded lids, his eyes drifting down to that delectable cleavage in her red dress. It made him remember taking that dress off her only hours before, unhooking her bra and letting those voluptuous mounds spill into his hands. His body tightened and grew hot with annoying predictability. She turned him on with such ease …
She caught his eye and smiled and leant forward, crossing her arms so that her breasts were pushed together and forward. ‘See something you like?’
Ari’s green gaze glittered and darkened. He leant forward too and said softly, ‘Witch. I’ll punish you for that.’
They looked at each other, everything fading into the background for a long intense moment, until Costas came over and pulled Ari up, breaking the spell. It was only then that Lucy saw the tables and chairs had been pushed back, the volume of music had been raised and Ari stood now with Costas, arms high, as they started to do a mesmeric Greek dance.
Lucy’s breath caught in her throat. It was so beautiful. It should have made Ari look effeminate, but it did the opposite. A couple of the older ladies dressed in black got up and danced with the men, their steps in sync as the music started to increase in tempo. As more people, young and old, joined in and linked arms, the music got faster and faster. The next thing Lucy knew she was being hauled up to join in.
She hissed at Ari. ‘Don’t you dare.’
But he didn’t listen, just drew her into the melee, and Lucy found herself laughingly trying to keep up with everyone else. The women were showing her the complex steps, it was frantic and captivating, and as the last evocative chords died away she stumbled right into Ari’s arms.
Something potent and silent was vibrating between them, and without further ado Ari grabbed Lucy’s cardigan and they left, a silent intensity surrounding them all the way until they returned to the small house. Barely had the door closed before their mouths were fused, hands seeking desperately to touch bare flesh. They didn’t even make it up the stairs. Ari took her there and then, fast and furiously.
It was only later, after they’d made it to the bed and made love again, that Lucy woke from a tangled dream to a strange sound. She was curled close to Ari’s big body and she looked up to see that he had an arm flung over his face. His breathing was fast and shallow and he was speaking in Greek.
Lucy put her hand on his arm, tried to draw it down, and it was only when she did that she saw the tracks of tears on his face. Her heart turned over.
At her light touch, he was awake in an instant, eyes alert, straight on hers. Lucy’s voice was incredibly husky. ‘You were …’ She faltered, nearly saying crying but instinctively stopping herself. ‘You were having a dream … you sounded upset.’
He did nothing for a moment, and then his face closed over and became so cold she nearly shivered. His expression was quite clear in the bright moonlight streaming in through the open doors.
In an instant he’d jackknifed off the bed to go and stand with his back to her at the balcony railing, looking out to the dark expanse of the sea. He was naked, and his physique was so gloriously powerful that it took Lucy’s breath away for a moment. He was also extremely tense.
She got up and pulled on a T-shirt, went over silently to stand next to him. She noticed that his hands were wrapped so tight around the railing that his knuckles shone white.
Instinctively she put her hand over his nearest one, and he flinched minutely as if he’d been unaware of her presence.
