Alexei watched Billie walk into the dining room with keen attention. He shifted an authoritative hand to make her twirl for his appraisal and his brilliant gaze shimmered gold because he very much liked what he saw: Billie, as he had always wanted to dress her for his own private enjoyment, no longer the efficient office machine in her crisp buttoned-up blouses and low sensible pumps. Scarlet looked amazing against her porcelain redhead's skin and the cut of the dress enhanced the curves of her ripe rounded breasts and slender thighs. The reaction at his groin was instantaneous and he suppressed a groan as his trousers tightened. In that moment, he knew exactly why he had come home to reclaim his deceitful bride. Lust that powerful had an appetite and a drive all of its own.
The chef had put on a spread worthy of a banquet for the reunited couple. Nervous as a cat on hot bricks, Billie wondered how on earth she could match Alexei's stubborn refusal to acknowledge that anything was wrong between them. But, in fact, conversation flowed freely as Alexei told her about his latest deal and the changes he had decided to make in the command structure at his London headquarters. Intrigued, Billie asked eager questions, made a couple of suggestions and was duly impressed by the deal he had cut on the super-tankers.
A couple of delicious mouthfuls into the dessert she was savouring, Billie discovered that Alexei's gaze was positively welded to her. 'What?' she prompted, her face warming.
'You're a very sensual woman, mali mou.'
Lashes veiling her gaze, Billie shook her head in instinctive disagreement. 'I don't think so.'
Brilliant golden eyes glittering, Alexei sprang upright. 'But you just don't see yourself the way I do.' He reached down to tug her up out of her seat and bent his handsome dark head to kiss her.
Her heart was thumping so loudly she was afraid he would hear it and guess that she was a total pushover when he got that close to her. The familiar scent of him sent shivers down her spine and warmed the hollow in her tummy, leading to a shower of sharp spiky little longings in an infinitely more private place.
'I was enjoying the dessert,' she dared before his sensual mouth could connect with hers.
Eyes gleaming, Alexei threw back his a head and laughed with appreciation. 'Is this your idea of playing it cool?'
'Why would I act like that?' she traded.
'Maybe because you know how much I want you,' Alexei husked, rubbing his cheek against the extended length of her throat as he bent her head back. 'But it won't work because your heart is racing and I can feel you trembling against me, mali mou.'
As his lean, muscular body shifted against her, she registered the forceful swell of his erection and the heat of her desire intensified. She turned her face under his and found his mouth hungrily for herself and didn't begrudge the male satisfaction in the growling laugh that vibrated low in his throat. Suddenly all the seething emotion of the past weeks was welling up inside her with explosive effect and the glory of his mouth on hers set her alight.
Stepping back from her, Alexei closed a lean hand over hers and walked her out of the dining room. Her troubled thoughts warred against her intentions. Yet in spite of everything that had passed between them, Alexei had come home to her and he still wanted her. Wasn't that some cause for celebration? Didn't that prove that she had more of a hold on her bridegroom than she had dared to hope? But how could he simply ignore the fact that he believed she was trying to palm off some other man's child on him? She just wanted him with her…but she wanted her son too. She also felt guilty that she had dressed up and dined in state while Nicky was being put to bed for the night by his great-aunt.
'Shouldn't we be talking about more serious stuff?' she asked Alexei abruptly.
As if jolted by a sudden flash of lightning, Alexei swung round to rest silencing fingers against her soft mouth, preventing her from saying anything more. 'No,' he breathed harshly. 'I don't want to talk about any of it because if I have to stop and think, I would know that I shouldn't be here with you.'
That blunt admission unnerved Billie and shook her to her very core. Generally, Alexei was decisive, disciplined, tough and immovable regardless of how difficult situations became. He had never got into the emotional aspect of events. But right now she felt rather as if she were trying to deal with a split personality, a stranger. He knew he shouldn't be here with her? Yet here he was? It was as though he had built a wall between the revelations on their wedding night and the present, spelling out the fact that only his ability to blank out and suppress those revelations allowed him to be with her again now. She gazed up at him with wide green eyes full of dismay and, in a move that suggested that her vulnerable look disturbed him, Alexei lifted her up against him and crushed her berry-tinted lips beneath his with a hungry impatient fervour that put her troubled thoughts to flight.
Billie gasped as Alexei blazed a trail of kisses across her shoulder, tugging the straps down on her dress and burying his face in the warm valley between the full globes of her breasts as he urged her down on the bed. She kicked off her shoes while his fingers slid up her thigh to the narrow band of her thong. In a swift movement, he wrenched the tiny garment off and tossed it aside. Her breath caught in her throat, channelled in urgent gasps of helpless anticipation.