The Greek Billionaire's Innocent Rrincess(61)

during the night—unless you’re planning on sleeping in there again yourself?’



Kitty blushed at the teasing glint in his eyes, knowing that he was remembering her first few

nights at the apartment when she had refused to share his bed. ‘You might prefer us to sleep#p#分页标题#e#

apart when I’m nine months pregnant and the size of a whale,’ she murmured, voicing the fear

that had been niggling away at her that he would no longer find her attractive when she was

heavily pregnant. ‘Really, Nikos, I’m sure I’m going to be huge . I’ve already gained weight.’



‘I know,’ he growled as he leaned against a tree and drew her into his arms. ‘Your breasts are

bigger—and I am definitely a breast man,’ he muttered, deftly unbuttoning her jacket so that he

could caress her full curves that were straining beneath her silk blouse. He ran his finger lightly

down her cheek and saw the betraying quiver that ran through her. ‘You look tired, agape .’



‘Oh!’ Kitty’s face fell. She did not want to be told she looked tired; she wanted Nikos to tell her

she looked gorgeous and sexy and that he was impatient to take her to bed. ‘Well, I’m not. I feel

fine.’



‘What a pity.’ His mouth curved into an amused smile when she stared at him in confusion. ‘I

was thinking that you should spend the rest of the afternoon lying down—and to prevent you

from feeling bored, I would lie with you and…entertain you.’



Kitty couldn’t restrain the little shiver of excitement that ran through her, and she felt a delicious tingle of anticipation at the sultry gleam in Nikos’s eyes. ‘In that case, we’d better go home,’ she whispered against his mouth, and gave a low murmur of approval when he claimed her lips in a

hungry kiss that demanded her eager response.



Fortunately it was not far back to the apartment, although Nikos was so impatient that he had

already removed her jacket and unfastened her blouse by the time the lift reached the top floor.



‘You mustn’t keep carrying me,’ she protested when he swept her into his arms and raced down

the hall. ‘I’m no lightweight, Nikos.’



He laughed, and the sound rumbled in his big chest as he lowered her to her feet in the bedroom.

‘I like carrying you. You fit into my arms,’ he murmured, tugging her blouse over her shoulders

and reaching round to unsnap her bra.



Her breasts were getting huge, and her nipples were bigger and darker, Kitty noted dismally

when she glanced down. She looked so different from the skinny, flat-chested blonde models

Nikos had dated in the past, and some of her old insecurity about her shape returned. Sunshine

was pouring through the windows, and she was unnerved at the thought of taking off her clothes

and standing stark naked in the brilliant light, when before they had only ever made love in the

soft glow from the bedside lamps.



‘I’ll shut the blinds,’ she murmured, inching away from him and crossing her arms over her

breasts.



His brows rose quizzically and he paused in the act of removing his shirt. ‘Why? We’re on the

top floor and not overlooked by anyone,’ he said, the amusement in his voice fading when he

tried to prise her arms open and she stubbornly resisted. ‘What’s the matter, Kitty? Why don’t

you like me seeing your body? Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you hide beneath the sheets

whenever you can.’



His strength easily outmatched hers, and Kitty hung her head when he drew her arms down to

her sides. ‘I’m fat,’ she burst out miserably. ‘And it’s not all due to being pregnant. I’ve always

had curves, and I’ve never liked my body—not since—’ She broke off and stared determinedly

at the carpet.



Frowning, Nikos put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up. ‘Not since what, agape ?’



She shrugged awkwardly, sure that Nikos must be growing impatient with her. But when she

looked at him she saw nothing but concern in his dark eyes, and she felt a sudden urge to confide

in him.



‘It’s stupid, really,’ she muttered. ‘I went on a date years ago. My first date as it happens. My

father had always been very protective, and I was ridiculously naïve. Anyway, my father

persuaded me to go on a date with the son of one of his friends—I think Papa probably arranged

it because he’d realised I was never going to find a boyfriend when I spent all my time in the

library,’ she told Nikos wryly.



‘The evening was a disaster, culminating in my “date” assaulting me in the back of his car.’