Love Islands: Swept Away. Natalie Anderson
just because we both happen to have time on our hands. I have more self-worth than that.’
He dropped his hands and took a single step back, but his dark gold eyes stayed on her. Accusing. Condemning. ‘We took marriage vows. I think that elevates anything that happens between us well above cheap and tawdry.’
‘Please don’t do that. Don’t rewrite the script on what the end goal is here. We only got married because of Lucca. And we agreed there would be no physical manifestation of those vows. Don’t change the terms now.’
He laughed mockingly. ‘You talk to me about changing the terms when you can’t be in the same room as me or have a simple conversation without your pulse jumping all over the place?’
Heat suffused her face, along with anger. ‘So you thought you’d take pity on your sexually frustrated wife and do something about it?’ she threw at him. ‘How very stoic of you.’
‘If I recall, leaving the physical side out of the marriage was your decision. I merely agreed because you seemed strongly wedded to the idea, pun intended. There’s no shame in requesting a renegotiation.’
‘I’m not requesting anything! All this...’ she waved her hand at the sandy beach, the jaw-droppingly gorgeous moonlight and the discarded champagne bottle and glasses ‘...was your doing. Some sort of attempt at seduction, perhaps?’
He fisted his hair and then released it with a Latin flourish that made her belly quiver against her will.
‘Only because I thought it wise to tackle the situation before one of us exploded,’ he growled, his cheekbones hollowing out as he glared at her.
‘Well, consider it tackled. I’ll endeavour to keep my desires under better control from now on.’
The tension in his body was so palpable, she could almost reach out and touch it.
‘You do realise there are millions of married couples who actually have sex with each other? Why not us?’
A shiver went through her, but she still managed to lift her chin and face that challenge head-on. ‘Because I’m not built to have emotionless sex,’ she flamed at him, at the end of her tether. ‘And I’m damn sure you know that, Romeo. So stop. Please...just stop!’
Burnished gold eyes gleamed with such intensity, Maisie feared she might have poked the lion one too many times. For several seconds he just stared at her, hands on hips, his gaze probing to her very soul.
A heavy sigh depressed his chest, then he nodded solemnly. ‘I will stop if you want me to. But I think we both know it won’t be that easy, gattina. Come and find me when you change your mind.’
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