‘Entirely right?’ he finished hopefully, humour curving his mouth.
‘Don’t tempt me,’ she said huskily, feeling her resolve weaken even as she started to melt again.
But you do tempt me...
The words were in Bastiaan’s head, echoing hers, taking him back—back to the time when he had been so, so wrong about her. And so, so right about how much he wanted her. He felt his breath catch with the wonder of it all. The happiness and joy that blazed in him now.
He got to his feet, crouched beside her, and with an effortless sweep scooped her up into his arms. She gave a little gasp and her arms went around his neck, clinging to him.
‘No,’ he said firmly, ‘you’re right. We need a bed. A large, comfortable bed. And, as it happens, I happen to have one nearby.’
He carried her across the garden into the house behind. It was much simpler than the villa in Cap Pierre, but its privacy was absolute.
The grand wedding in Athens a few hours ago, thronged with family and friends, with Sarah’s parents, his aunt and his young cousin—Philip having been delighted at the news of their union—and even his own mother, flown in from LA, seemed a world away.
Max had delivered Sarah fresh from rehearsals for a production of Cavalleria Rusticana—with himself directing and Sarah singing ‘Santuzza’ at a prestigious provincial opera house in Germany—making it very clear to her that the only reason he was tolerating her absence was because she happened to be marrying an extremely wealthy and extremely generous patron of the opera, whose continued financial sponsorship he fully intended to retain.
‘Keep the honeymoon short and sweet!’ Max had ordered her. ‘With your career taking off, it has to come first!’
She’d nodded, but had secretly disagreed. Her art and her love would always be co-equal. Her life now would be hectic, no doubt about that, and future engagements were already being booked up beyond her dreams, but they would never—could never—displace the one person who for all her life would stand centre stage to her existence.
She gazed up at him now, love blazing in her eyes, as he carried her into the bedroom and lowered her gently upon the bed, himself with her.
‘How much...’ he said huskily, this man she loved. ‘How much I love you...’
She lifted her mouth to his and slowly, sweetly, passionately and possessively, they started together on their journey to the future.
* * * * *
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