The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride(28)

Blushing once more she had felt the tears start to fill her large eyes, her lips starting to tremble “I…I had my reasons Alexos…I swear I never meant to upset you or your family”

She had seen the anger on his face as he had pushed himself to the edge of the bed, his head falling to his hands as fingers had scraped through his hair with rapid movements, his back rigid. Grace had felt the need to put out her hand and trace her finger down the long length of it shocked at the sudden desire to lean into him and run her tongue down the valley of his spine, this thought shocking her with its intensity. Instead she had pulled her legs up to her chest, arms moving around as her hair had fallen around her small frame.

Turning, he had swallowed the lump in his throat, the desire to pull her back in to him strong as he had stood moving away from the small woman curled up so vulnerably on the bed. He had thought so many bad things about this woman over the years, only to discover that she was the same inexperienced shy innocent from all those years ago, confusion and guilt filling him.

Bending down he had retrieved his clothes from where they had been discarded on the floor, pulling on each piece of clothing in silence. With a last look at her he had moved back to the door, pulling it open and pausing.

“Get some sleep” his voice distant, so matter of fact before silently closing the door.

Grace had felt empty, the pain of loss flowing over her as she had rolled onto her side, sobs racking her small body. She could not understand her own reaction, so unable to hold back the flood. He had made love to her, opened something so deep within then turned his back and walked away, the sense of loss filling her.

Moving from the room, Alexos had leant in against the opposite wall, his head raised heavenward with conflicting emotions tearing through him. How the hell was it possible? She had been married to the man she loved, used him by pretending to be an innocent, and yet she still had been. Hitting his head gently against the hardness, his body had felt the way their lovemaking had affected him. It had been even more intense than he could ever have imagined it, the memory of seeing her lying naked once more sending tremors through him. Standing taller he had caught the sound from her room. Was she crying? Leaning in against the door, the unmistakable sound had torn at him as he had against all better judgement slid back into the room.

Hands pulling her around had made her jump, as she had been held to his chest enveloped by his strong arms, not having heard the door open again. His chin had brushed her head as sobbing she had clung to him, her face against his shoulder the sound of pain muffled against him, feeling the soft groan from him.

“Don’t cry Grace, please don’t” his voice full of sadness as she had broken her heart against him, gulping in lungfuls of air, the sobs so violent, until the loud sounds had eventually been replaced by small snuffles. Pulling her back to look down into her tear-stained face, he had cupped her cheeks in his hands, his thumbs so tenderly wiping the tears from her cheeks, Grace only able to stare back at him.

Raising her head to him, she had brought her lips to his, his kiss so gentle before his tongue had moved to lick the tears from one cheek then the other before trailing down so sensually to her parted lips, his kiss full of fire and a barely held back passion.

This time as they had made love they had taken their time. Alexos exploring her body with his hands and mouth, no words needing to be spoken as the two had held the other close. When they had once more come together, the climax had been every bit as earth-shattering as the first, both staring in wonder at the other before she had curled up in the crook of his arm, with such a sweet and serene smile on her lovely face Grace had fallen asleep. Gently kissing the top of her head Alexos had listened as her breathing had deepened, his eyes solemn as so many thoughts had ran through his tired mind, before he too had succumbed to the pull of sleep, deep peaceful sleep.

Knocking the door gently Carol had frowned, biting her lip pensively as she had once more checked her watch. At ten past five, it was not like Grace to be late. Taking a deep breath she had knocked louder, this time trying the door. Finding it open she had moved into the room, a large smile on her face

“Wakey wakey…”

The rest of the line lost as she had given a small shriek. The two in the bed waking with a start, Grace’s eyes flying open confused as to what was going on, the memories flooding back in glorious Technicolor as she had felt Alexos move beside her.

“I…I’m so sorry” the embarrassed voice of Carol had repeated over and over as she had turned about to flee from the room.