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you best stay away.”
He sighed. “I didn’t mean to distress you, pethi mou —”
“But you succeeded all the same. As always.” They stared at each other for a timeless moment. Then she turned her back on him. She didn’t breathe until she heard the door shut with a firm click behind him. Then she gave in to the tears filling her eyes.
…
Nick leaned against the closed door, a deep reluctance to leave Belle’s side deadening his feet. She needed her rest, but Thee mou, it was hard, when all he wanted to do was crawl into the bed with her.
He’d missed her, he admitted grimly to himself. So much more than he’d thought possible. Seeing her again after so long brought home to him just how much.
He’d refused to go after her when she’d walked out, because he’d been so certain she’d return home after she calmed down.
He wasn’t his father. He liked to control things around him, sure, but from a very young age, he’d fought to put parameters in place to keep from ever overstepping, from letting his emotions spill from control into the borderline obsession his father had suffered from.
Being in the Marines had honed that skill. He made decisions, and he stuck by them. He’d thought Belle had understood that before they married. But after she walked out, days had turned into weeks without so much as a word from her, and his anger had hardened into disappointment, then cold resolution. He would not play the games his mother had played with his father.
Nevertheless, after the intense passion they’d shared, the unique connection he thought they’d found, for her to just walk out had…hurt. He’d thought their bond, their chemistry, went deeper than that.
Being proven wrong didn’t stop him from craving her though, he thought bitterly. Even with her body covered in filth and grime, it had beckoned his at the basest level. Seeing her emerge from the cabin on the plane, clean and dressed in simple but elegant clothes, the hard kick to his groin had been a tough reminder of how much he’d missed her. All he’d wanted, still wanted, was to drag her close, relearn the exquisite lines of her in the most thorough and carnal way imaginable.
And yeah, after six months without sex, he would need a huge banquet to take the edge off the severe need clawing through him.
“A dry spell to end all bloody dry spells,” he muttered to himself, his smile self-mocking. It’d been a long time since he’d gone without sex for this long. Even his time in the Marines hadn’t been without its benefits.
He clamped down hard on the need that threatened to unman him. The satisfaction his body craved would just have to wait for a little longer, and so would the explanation of why the hell they were in this position in the first place. As much as he’d hated to admit it to himself, it was the not knowing why that had driven him nuts the most these past months. He could’ve stomached anything but her unexplained desertion. His mother had seen to it that he’d had enough of that to last him several lifetimes.
But his wife was in no shape to oblige him either with sex or an explanation, nor did she look like she wanted to.
Recalling the bruises he’d seen when he’d helped her change on the cargo plane, murderous rage made his fists clench hard.
Raking a shaky hand through his hair, he called through to Demetra to help Belle with her undressing, then went to the sitting room. He poured himself a stiff drink and downed it in one gulp. He savored a second cognac as he walked over to the doors that had been thrown open to let in the afternoon sun.
His phone buzzed, and he saw Alex’s number displayed. “Hey.” He reluctantly admitted he welcomed the distraction from thinking about what a mess his life was.
“You made it to Althea in one piece?” Alex asked.
“Depends on what you mean by one piece.”
“Did she threaten to tear you a new one when she realized you weren’t heading back to Jolly Ole
He sighed. “I didn’t mean to distress you, pethi mou —”
“But you succeeded all the same. As always.” They stared at each other for a timeless moment. Then she turned her back on him. She didn’t breathe until she heard the door shut with a firm click behind him. Then she gave in to the tears filling her eyes.
…
Nick leaned against the closed door, a deep reluctance to leave Belle’s side deadening his feet. She needed her rest, but Thee mou, it was hard, when all he wanted to do was crawl into the bed with her.
He’d missed her, he admitted grimly to himself. So much more than he’d thought possible. Seeing her again after so long brought home to him just how much.
He’d refused to go after her when she’d walked out, because he’d been so certain she’d return home after she calmed down.
He wasn’t his father. He liked to control things around him, sure, but from a very young age, he’d fought to put parameters in place to keep from ever overstepping, from letting his emotions spill from control into the borderline obsession his father had suffered from.
Being in the Marines had honed that skill. He made decisions, and he stuck by them. He’d thought Belle had understood that before they married. But after she walked out, days had turned into weeks without so much as a word from her, and his anger had hardened into disappointment, then cold resolution. He would not play the games his mother had played with his father.
Nevertheless, after the intense passion they’d shared, the unique connection he thought they’d found, for her to just walk out had…hurt. He’d thought their bond, their chemistry, went deeper than that.
Being proven wrong didn’t stop him from craving her though, he thought bitterly. Even with her body covered in filth and grime, it had beckoned his at the basest level. Seeing her emerge from the cabin on the plane, clean and dressed in simple but elegant clothes, the hard kick to his groin had been a tough reminder of how much he’d missed her. All he’d wanted, still wanted, was to drag her close, relearn the exquisite lines of her in the most thorough and carnal way imaginable.
And yeah, after six months without sex, he would need a huge banquet to take the edge off the severe need clawing through him.
“A dry spell to end all bloody dry spells,” he muttered to himself, his smile self-mocking. It’d been a long time since he’d gone without sex for this long. Even his time in the Marines hadn’t been without its benefits.
He clamped down hard on the need that threatened to unman him. The satisfaction his body craved would just have to wait for a little longer, and so would the explanation of why the hell they were in this position in the first place. As much as he’d hated to admit it to himself, it was the not knowing why that had driven him nuts the most these past months. He could’ve stomached anything but her unexplained desertion. His mother had seen to it that he’d had enough of that to last him several lifetimes.
But his wife was in no shape to oblige him either with sex or an explanation, nor did she look like she wanted to.
Recalling the bruises he’d seen when he’d helped her change on the cargo plane, murderous rage made his fists clench hard.
Raking a shaky hand through his hair, he called through to Demetra to help Belle with her undressing, then went to the sitting room. He poured himself a stiff drink and downed it in one gulp. He savored a second cognac as he walked over to the doors that had been thrown open to let in the afternoon sun.
His phone buzzed, and he saw Alex’s number displayed. “Hey.” He reluctantly admitted he welcomed the distraction from thinking about what a mess his life was.
“You made it to Althea in one piece?” Alex asked.
“Depends on what you mean by one piece.”
“Did she threaten to tear you a new one when she realized you weren’t heading back to Jolly Ole
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