I can. We can.”
“We’re in the back of a car,” she said, her face and tone twisted with horror.
“It is a limo and this would not be the first time we made love in the back of one.” Though it had only happened once before, when they were on the long drive to her father’s weekend home in upstate New York.
“That was different.”
“How? These windows are tinted, as are those on the Spiridakou fleet of limousines. I have closed the privacy panel. We have an hour-plus drive before we reach the airport.” He had not stopped touching her the entire time he was talking, squeezing and abrading her nipples until they grew hot against his fingertips.
She was so damn sexy, her innocent nature only making her more so.
“You’re not playing fair,” she accused.
“I am not playing at all.” Recapturing her lips, he showed her just how far from a game he found the sex between them.
He went carnal with the kiss, doing what he knew would push her to the brink of the insanity of pleasure … and beyond.
This time, when he went to remove her clothes, she helped him, squirming out of her leggings while frantically trying to unbutton his shirt.
He’d discarded his suit jacket upon entering the limo, but though he’d loosened his tie, he still wore it. She didn’t seem to care, her fingers scrabbling with buttons and then running over his chest as she panted against his lips.
He would have laughed, but didn’t have the breath as he tore off the shirt and tie, shoving his slacks and boxers down his thighs and kicking them off.
Only then did he remember that he’d forgotten something he needed in the pocket. She made a mewling protest as he lifted her off his lap and placed her on the seat beside him. “What?” she asked wildly, her lovely oval face flushed with desire, her pupils so dilated her green eyes almost looked black.
“Condom.”
CHAPTER NINE
CHLOE’S brows drew together. “Isn’t that the point? No birth control.”
“Not until you have put on a few necessary pounds.”
“What?” she asked, her tone filled with confusion.
“Why?”
“You are dangerously thin.”
“I am not.”
“I have spoken to your doctor.”
“You shouldn’t have done. You had no right.”
“You never rescinded the medical power of attorney you signed during our marriage.” Though spouses had such rights automatically in many countries, their very global lifestyle required all contingencies had been planned for.
“You signed one too. How would you like me to make an invasive call to Dr. Helios?”
“I rescinded that power of attorney when our divorce became final.”
She made a defensive move to cover herself and he swore. Damn it. He had not intended to take her out of the moment.
He grabbed the condom and put it on the seat beside him before reaching for her.
Running his hands over her silky skin, he had to swallow against his suddenly dry throat. “Listen to me, yineka mou, you must not let memories of the past intrude on our present. We have moved beyond them.”
“You’re so sure.”
In this instance, he had more hope than certainty, but he would not admit it. She would be his. The change in plans he’d made before leaving New York seemed even more necessary now.
“We have both learned from our past, I hope.” He was going to buy her a book on communication though. “However, that is where it must remain now. As history.” Deeply personal history, but only that nonetheless.
“Gaining weight isn’t as easy as it looks—at least for me,” she said ignoring his promise and admonition completely.
“I know. That is why I have hired a personal trainer for you.”
“Why can’t I just use yours?” she demanded. “At least I already know him.”
“I thought you would be more comfortable with a woman.”
Chloe gave him a knowing look. “You mean you would be more comfortable with a female working with me.”
“I will not deny it.”
“I don’t flirt, Ariston.”
“This I know.”
“So?”
“I am at heart a traditional Greek man.” One who had spent enough time talking with his naked ex-wife in his arms.
He pulled her back into his lap, this time draping her legs over his as he insinuated one hand between her thighs. “You are so enticing, yineka mou.”
She laughed. “Right. With the dark circles under my eyes and my underweight body, I hardly look like a woman.”
“Never say so. You are the most feminine woman I’ve ever met. You turn me on.” He took her hand and curled it around the hard and leaking proof of his claim.
It felt