“Why didn't you say anything?” he demanded. And why didn't you notice, man?
“I was waiting for the right moment. I thought I had time.”
“Then why tell me now?”
“Because I made such a terrible mistake. I don't want to lose you. Despite my
bad behavior, I want you, only you. I love you, Alessandro. Can't you please forgive me?”
“Perhaps, but I'm not going to make it easy on you. First, you're going to have to do something for me.”
“Anything,” she vowed.
“Apologize to Katerina and her husband. You made their visit
uncomfortable.” He scowled at her. Don't get cocky, wench. You have a ways to
go.
Her expression turned contrite. “Yes. I'll do it first thing.”
“And no more flirting,” he roared. “That hurt me more than you can imagine.
We look odd enough together. If you appear dissatisfied, I look like an old fool.”
“You're right. I didn't think.” Her eyes skated away from his, and the shame
on her face told him what he needed to know.
“You're a very bad girl, Aimée,” he said, unable to remain angry with her.
“Are you going to punish me?” she asked, wide-eyed.
“Yes, I think so.”
“How?” The wench looked worried.
Good. “Let's see how loudly I can make you scream.”
Very loudly, it turned out. She had to put the pillow over her face to muffle
the noise of her orgasm.
CHAPTER 17
A imée and Alessandro weren't the only couple making love that night. In
the guest bedroom, Christopher tenderly undressed his wife in
preparation for a thorough bedding.
She participated willingly, opening his buttons. Despite contending with
complicated party clothing and its multiple layers, they stripped each other nude
in no time. Katerina stepped close to Christopher, pulling his head down for an
endless kiss. His arms encircled her lower back, pressing their bodies together.
“Love, what did the last song say?” he mumbled against her lips.
She pulled back a fraction. “The Italian one?”
“Yes.”
She blushed, not wanting to answer.
“Tell me, Kat,” he urged. “You know you can trust me. You do know that, don't you?”
She met his eyes with a tender look. “I've never wanted to trust anyone before.”
“And now?”
She burrowed closer to him. “This is the safest place on earth, here in your
arms. Yes, Christopher. I trust you.”
