Lusty Billionaires Bundle(103)
She and Dimitri took the traditional pose for a waltz, her train attached to her wrist making her feel like a nineteenth-century debutante at her comeout ball. Dimitri’s dancing was divine and Alexandra lost herself in the pleasure of his arms and their bodies’ movement to the music.
Other couples began to join them. Madeleine and Hunter. Phoebe and Spiros. Several guests she did not know by name.
She tilted her head to look into his eyes. “Thank you.”
“For dancing with you?” he asked, a smile flirting with the edges of his lips.
“For all of this. The wedding. Keeping Mama calmed down over the last week. Charming Madeleine so she didn’t think I was marrying an ogre. Buying the Dupree Mansion back for Mama. I guess I didn’t think you were totally serious and yet you accomplished the purchase in less than a week. I’m stunned.”
“I want you to be happy, pethi mou. I have told you this.”
“Are all Petronides men willing to sacrifice for their wife’s happiness?”
A shadow passed over his chiseled features, but was quickly gone. “All the Petronides males in my family, yes.”
“That gives me a great deal of hope for the future, mon cher.”
He stopped, stock-still in the middle of a turn.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, anxiously. Had she stepped on his foot without realizing it?
“Say it again.”
“What?” Then she knew. She hadn’t called him by an endearment since he found her at Madeleine’s. Even in the most passionate of their lovemaking, she had used only his name.
She could not deny him. He’d given her so much this week. She went up on tiptoes and still had to pull his head down so their lips could meet. “Mon cher,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him.
It was a kiss completely lacking in passion, a restoration of a bond that had been cruelly severed and left her bleeding. It had left its mark on Dimitri as well and now they saluted one another with a kiss of remembrance and renewal.
Three hours later, they were aboard Dimitri’s private jet. She had changed into a comfortable, but chic honey gold, oversized, crocheted sweater and almond-colored wool stretch pants. Relaxed on the small couch in the plain’s main cabin, she sipped on the glass of fruit juice Dimitri’s personal flight attendant had given her.
“We should be taking off in less than half an hour,” Dimitri informed her, walking into the main cabin from the cockpit after speaking to the pilot.#p#分页标题#e#
He had changed too and now wore tailored black slack trousers, a round-necked Armani sweater in gray over a black T-shirt. He lowered his long frame onto the sofa beside her, his outer thigh brushing her own sending the ever ready shivers down her limbs in anticipation of the next touch.
“How long will the flight to Athens take?” she asked, trying to tamp down the urge to slide her hands under his sweater and feel the well muscled contours of his chest.
He shrugged. “It depends. Perhaps eight hours.”
“I’m glad I don’t have to make the flight on a commercial airline. I don’t think I could take it.” So much sitting in one position would be painful to her back in her currently pregnant state.
His fingertips brushed her cheeks. “I would never expect you too.” His hand fell away. “I did not ask if you were okay with changing doctors so late in your pregnancy.”
“I can hardly have my New York doctor in Greece,” she replied with a smile.
“So Madeleine said.”
Her sister again. She bit back a grimace. “I’ll be fine.”
“I have arranged for you to be seen by an eminent obstetrician in Athens. He wants us to move to the Athens apartment for your last month.”
“You’ve already spoken to him?” Why did that surprise her? This was his heir they were talking about after all.
“He comes highly recommended.”
“I have no doubt,” she said with some bemusement. So much for having to find a new doctor and arrange appointments for her last trimester.
“If you do not like him, we will find someone else.”
Suddenly it struck her that Dimitri was worried about her reaction. She laid her hand over his. “I’ll be fine. Really. Have you already arranged for my records to be transferred?”
“I had them faxed three days ago.”
“Did I sign for that?” Between the marriage license, living Visa for Greece and other paperwork necessary for their wedding to take place, she didn’t know what she had signed.
“Yes.”
“Do you plan to be with me during delivery?”
“I would like this very much, but the final decision must be yours.”