making love with Dominic that felt different, somehow. Because he was Michael’s son? She quickly banished that thought from her mind, biting down on her bottom lip as Dominic thrust hard, her hips answering back immediately. She pushed upwards against him, their bodies now covered in sweat as their movements became faster, their grip on each other tighter, their kisses deeper and harder until that white-hot climax overtook them with a force that caused them both to shout out loud, their bodies rocking together, still in that perfect rhythm. Until it was over, done.
They stayed where they were for a few seconds, catching their breath, before Dominic pulled India up and into his arms, still in no hurry to let her go, still wanting to feel her, naked and warm, against him. Still wanting to just look at her, keep her right where she was because every time she set foot outside of this bubble they lived in when they were safely behind the doors of her villa, there was always that threat that his father could still get to her. Always that threat, a threat that couldn’t touch them when they were here, together, alone.
‘I love you, India Walsh,’ Dominic whispered, gently stroking her hair from her eyes. ‘And I’m never gonna tire of telling you that, do you understand?’
She stared up at him, smiling slightly as she held onto him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. Had she ever told him she’d loved him back? She couldn’t remember, she really couldn’t, and she wasn’t even sure if she did – if she, truthfully and honestly, loved him back. She loved being with him, she hated it when he wasn’t around – did that mean she loved him? Would she feel that same crushing pain she’d felt when she’d had to live without Michael if Dominic walked out of her life? Would she feel that? Because, if she didn’t, then she wasn’t sure that she really loved him. Not in a way that was strong enough.
‘India?’
His voice shook her back to reality and she looked up into those all-too-familiar blue, blue eyes.
‘You were miles away, honey. Everything okay?’
She smiled, gently stroking his cheek with her fingertips. ‘Everything’s fine. It’s fine.’
He smiled too, keeping her close against him, because he needed to feel her there, needed to know she was close. Especially now. ‘Good. That’s good, because… because I need to ask you something.’
‘Oh yeah?’ She kissed his slightly open mouth – did that mouth of his resemble Michael’s just a touch too much? If it did, it certainly didn’t feel the same, or taste the same. Dominic was different. Wasn’t he? ‘What do you want to ask me?’
Dominic threw his head back for a second, taking a deep breath before looking straight into India’s eyes again, an almost steely determination taking over. But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t ready. The time wasn’t right. And he had to be ready.
‘It doesn’t matter,’ he said, his smile returning, along with that overwhelming need to make love to her again. ‘It can wait.’
‘You sure? It seemed like it was kind of important.’
He shook his head, letting his fingers gently stroke the small of her back, pushing her closer. ‘No. It can wait. But I’m not sure I can.’
She smiled too as she felt him grow hard against her. ‘I guess we’ll have to do something about that then. Won’t we?’
‘Yeah, I guess we will… India?’
She looked at him, his ice-blue stare penetrating deep into her very soul. ‘Nothing, sorry… Like I said, it can wait.’
CHAPTER 34
Charley lay back against the pillow, keeping her eyes closed as Kenny rolled over to lie beside her. She always kept her eyes closed for those few seconds after they’d made love, for some stupid reason, almost as if keeping her eyes closed would rid her of the crushing guilt she felt right now.
‘Charley?’
She finally opened her eyes, slowly turning her head to face him, a small smile appearing at the sight of his oh-so-handsome face. India was crazy not to have stuck with this man because he was perfect in almost every way, and sometimes it seemed as though India was the only person never to have really seen that.
But he wasn’t Vince, and he never would be. So why was she doing this? Why was she risking so much for nothing more than a few minutes of forgetting?
‘You’re miles away,’ Kenny smiled, resting up on one elbow as he looked at