Bought: The Greek's Baby(4)

She knew instantly what he meant to discuss. And without the barrier of blankets between them, in just her paper-thin hospital gown, she felt painfully bare, vulnerable in every way. She yanked the blankets back over her body, tugging them halfway to her neck.

“He told you, didn’t he?” she whispered.

His voice was low, almost grim. “Yes.”

“Are you happy?” Her voice trembled. “About the news?”

She held her breath as his darkly handsome face stared down at her. When he finally spoke, his voice was charged with some emotion she didn’t recognize.

“I was surprised.”#p#分页标题#e#

She searched his gaze. “So the baby wasn’t something we planned?”

His hands tightened, twisting the blanket in his grip. He glanced down at it, then looked at her.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” he said in a low voice. His black gaze hungrily caressed her face. With his fingertips, he brushed some dark tendrils from her cheek. “No makeup. Bare.”

She tried to pull away. “I’m sure I look terrible.”

But he drew her closer. His eyes were dark as he looked down at her, making her shiver from deep within.

“Are you happy about the baby?” she said softly.

He put his arms around her. “I’m going to take good care of you.”

Why wouldn’t he answer? She swallowed, then lifted her head to give him a weak smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not an invalid. I hope the amnesia will disappear in a day or two. Dr. Bartlett said something about a specialist—”

His arms tightened around her, cradling her against his hard chest.

“You don’t need another doctor,” he said roughly. “You just need to come home with me.”

She could feel the beat of his heart against her cheek through his black button-down shirt. She was enveloped in his masculine scent, sandalwood and amber, exotic and woodsy. Against her will, she closed her eyes. She breathed in his smell, heard the beat of his heart, felt his warmth.

Everything else faded. The private hospital room, the nurses and doctor visible through the window of the door, the sound of one of Talos’s men speaking urgently into his cell phone in some language she didn’t recognize, the antiseptic smell, the beeps of the machines…it all faded.

There was only this.

Only him.

Held securely in his strong arms, for the first time since her accident she felt safe and loved. She felt as if she had a place in the world. With him.

He kissed her hair softly. She felt the warmth of his breath, the hot caress of his lips, and a tremble went over her. Fear? Longing?

Did he love her?

She reached upward, cupping his rough jawline with her hands. Though his clothes were sharply pressed, the dark shadow on his chin suggested he’d changed clothes on the plane without bothering to shave. He’d rushed here from Australia. He’d flown all night.

Did that mean love?

“Why didn’t you come to London with me for my stepfather’s funeral?” she said slowly.

He paused. When he spoke, he seemed to choose his words with care.

“I was busy in Sydney acquiring a new company. Believe me,” he said, “I never wanted to be away from you for this long.”

Eve felt there was something he wasn’t telling her. Or was that just her own confusion playing tricks on her? She couldn’t trust anything in this hazy, empty world, not even her own mind! “But why—”

“You are so beautiful, Eve,” he said, cupping her face. He exhaled in a rush. “I almost feared I’d never see your face again.”

“When you heard about the accident, you mean? You were worried about me?” she said in a small voice. When he didn’t answer, she licked her lips. With a deep breath, she asked the question that had been burning through her. “Because we love each other?”

His jaw clenched as he took a deep breath.

“You were a virgin when I seduced you, Eve,” he said in a low voice. “You’d never been with any man before I took you to my bed three months ago.”

She’d been a virgin?

A wave of relief washed over her. Learning she was pregnant by a boyfriend she couldn’t remember had been a tremendous shock. She’d wondered why they weren’t married—wondered all sorts of things. But if Talos had been her one and only lover, if she’d been a virgin at twenty-five, surely that said something about her character?#p#分页标题#e#

But did it also mean love?

She looked up into his handsome face, opening her mouth to ask again, Do I love you? Do you love me?

Then she stopped.

There was something beneath his darkly penetrating eyes. Something he wasn’t saying. Something hidden beneath his words.