Modern Romance October 2019 Books 5-8. Annie WestЧитать онлайн книгу.
I saw you and it was just like this. As though you are some kind of angel—or devil—sent to tempt me even when I know how wrong this is. I spent four years flexing my power here and you take it away from me completely.’
Hannah’s voice was thick; she didn’t know if she was flattered or insulted. She suspected a bit of both. ‘Why is it wrong?’
He pushed up to standing then, just as he had the night before when she’d touched on areas he preferred not to discuss.
But she wasn’t going to let him get away with it twice. ‘I’m serious, Leonidas. Why is this wrong?’
SHE WAITED AND WAITED and after a moment, she wondered if he wasn’t going to answer her. He simply stood there, naked as the day he was born, staring out to sea, and she moved towards him, coming around in front of him so she could look up into his stubborn face.
‘I don’t know much about sex,’ she said slowly, when he remained silent. ‘But I do know that I want to feel more of this.’ She gestured from him to her. ‘I do know this is amazing and hot and incredibly addictive.’
He ground his teeth together, the action making his jaw tight, his expression grim. ‘That night shouldn’t have happened.’
Hannah shook her head, rejecting both the words and the sentiment. ‘Neither of us planned that it would, just like we didn’t plan for this to happen, but that doesn’t mean it was wrong.’
He looked at her then, his expression impossible to interpret. ‘You are so young.’
He said it as though it were a criticism.
‘I’m twenty-three.’
‘Yes, but you’ve been very sheltered.’ He cupped her face then. ‘You deserve better than this.’
‘Than marriage to you?’
‘Better than a lifetime with me.’ His lips were grim. ‘I’m not the man you want me to be.’
‘And what do I want you to be?’
He expelled a soft breath then stepped back a little, just enough to put some distance between them. ‘A clean slate.’
The words were strange. Discordant. At first, she couldn’t make sense of them. But as he turned and pulled his shorts on, she saw the weight on his shoulders, the ghosts that chased him, and comprehension shifted through her.
‘You’re wrong.’ She dropped the words like little, tiny bombs. He didn’t turn around, but he froze completely still, so she knew he was listening. ‘I know you have a past, just like I do. But I’m not going to marry you if you’re telling me I’m going to be living with a brick wall. I’m not getting married if I think there’s no hope of having a living, breathing, red-blooded man as my husband.’
He turned around then, his expression bleak at first, and then filling with frustration. ‘And sex ticks that box for you?’
Hannah frowned. That hadn’t been what she’d meant, but at the same time she knew it was a start. What they shared, physically, was a true form of intimacy. She didn’t need to have loads of experience to recognise that. She could see it in his eyes when he held her. She could feel the uniqueness of what they shared. He was trying to fight it, and she knew why.
Intimacy like this must surely lead to more.
With Angus, she’d operated on the reverse assumption. She’d hoped their friendship would bridge the way to a satisfying physical relationship. And it might have, but it would never have been like this.
Nothing like it.
This kind of connection couldn’t be learned.
It was raw and organic, primal, between two people.
She glared at him, challenging him from the depths of her soul. ‘Yes,’ she agreed. ‘I’m not going to live here like a prisoner in a gilded cage, Leonidas.’ Her voice cracked as she firmed up on that resolution. ‘This island is stunning but it’s no place to live if you’re going to freeze me out.’
‘Does it look like I am freezing you out?’
‘But you want to,’ she insisted. ‘You want to fight this, not build on it.’
His features tensed, his lips just a gash in his face, and she knew she was right.
‘And I won’t stay here if that’s the case.’ She tilted her chin bravely, when outside this island was a world she wasn’t sure she trusted any more. The reality of his wife and son’s murder was still exploding inside her, and she didn’t doubt there could be a risk to her.
But there was risk here, too. Risk in living with a man who was determined to ice her out. What if he acted the same with their daughter? What if she were born and Leonidas made no effort to get to know her?
His eyes narrowed. ‘How? You forget my island is practically inaccessible to anyone but me…’
Hannah was breathless again, her pulse racing but for a wholly different reason. ‘Are you seriously threatening to kidnap me?’
Frustration zipped through his body. ‘No.’ He raked a hand through his hair. ‘Christós, Hannah. You can’t leave the island.’
‘Ever?’ she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest to still the frantic hammering of her heart.
‘Not on your own,’ he amended. ‘I was careless once before, I cannot risk it again. I won’t have more on my conscience.’
And her rapidly thumping heart softened, aching, breaking for Leonidas.
‘I’m so sorry you lost them,’ she said quietly. ‘But I’m not going to be a prisoner to your fears.’
‘They should be your fears, too.’
‘I want to keep our daughter safe.’ Her voice was level, careful. ‘Somewhere between me living out there on my own and the luxurious prison you’re proposing is a middle ground we need to find.’
His eyes held hers for several beats. ‘I cannot agree to that.’ The words were wrenched from him, gravelled and thick with emotion.
‘Why not?’ she demanded, her hands shifting to her hips.
‘You cannot imagine what it was like,’ he said, grimly. ‘To get that call, to see their bodies.’ He shook his head from side to side and stopped speaking, but his face was lined with grief.
Tears bit at the back of Hannah’s throat; sympathy rushed through her. ‘I can’t even imagine that, you’re right.’ She lifted a hand to his chest, running it over his muscled flesh.
‘I made a choice after they died. I planned to stay single for the rest of my life.’
Hannah’s stomach clenched.
‘I didn’t want this. I have done everything I could to avoid it.’ His words were heavy with despair. She felt it and wished she could take it away, but how? ‘I knew we shouldn’t have slept together. It was so selfish of me but I was careful, Hannah. I did everything I could to make sure this wouldn’t happen. I didn’t want this.’
She wasn’t sure when she’d let herself care enough about him that his words would hold such a latent power to wound, but they cut her deep.
‘You shouldn’t have to live in this—what did you call it? Gilded prison? Because of me.’
She couldn’t speak.
‘But you do.’ The words were grim. ‘Surely you can see that? I can’t risk anything happening to you, to her.’ He lifted a hand to Hannah’s stomach, curving it over the bump there. His eyes met Hannah’s