She choked up.
It was all too much.
Her mind was in a total jumble. She wanted to believe him, yet he couldn’t give her back what he had taken. Whatever they had in the future would be different. And was he just saying these things to win her over? She’d trusted him with her heart and soul once and here she was being vulnerable to his seduction again. How could she believe him? Or trust him? She desperately needed to clear her head.
She stepped back from the tingling touch on her cheek and forced herself to speak. ‘I’d like a glass of water, Ari.’
He held her gaze for several moments, his eyes searching for what he wanted to see in hers—a softening towards him, cracks in her resistance. Tina silently pleaded for him to go, give her some space, some relief from the constant pressure to give in and take what he was offering.
Finally he nodded. ‘I’ll fetch you one.’
She stared out to sea, gulping in fresh air, needing a blast of oxygen to cool her mind of its feverish thoughts. It didn’t really work.
Despite her past experience with Ari Zavros, or maybe because of it, one mind-bending thought kept pounding away at her, undermining her resistance to the course he was pressing her to take.
Give it a chance.
Give it a chance.
Give it a chance.
CHAPTER NINE
THE bridal waltz.
Tina took a deep breath and rose to her feet as Ari held back her chair. He’d been the perfect gentleman all evening. The speech he’d made preceding his toast to the bride and groom had contained all the right touches, charming the guests into smiling and feeling really good about this marriage. An excellent Best Man.
Maybe he was the best man for her, given that she’d not felt attracted to anyone else in the past six years. If she never connected with some other man … did she want to live the rest of her life totally barren of the sexual pleasure she had known with Ari?
Give it a chance …
As he steered her towards the dance floor, the warmth of his hand on the pit of her back spread a flow of heat to her lower body. The band played ‘Moon River,’ a slow jazz waltz that Cass and George obviously revelled in, executing it with great panache; gliding, twirling, dipping, making it look both romantic and very, very sexy.
Little quivers started running down Tina’s legs as she and Ari waited for their cue to join in. It had been so long since he had held her close. Would she feel the same wild surge of excitement when she connected to his strong masculinity? It was impossible to quell the electric buzz of anticipation when their cue came and he swept her onto the dance floor, yet she stiffened when he drew her against him, instinctively fighting his power to affect her so physically.
‘Relax, Christina,’ he murmured. ‘Let your body respond to the rhythm of the music. I know it can.’
Of course, he knew. There was very little he didn’t know about her body and how it responded. And she had to find out what it might be like with him now, didn’t she? If she was to give it a chance.
She forced herself to relax and go with the flow of the dance. He held her very close; her breasts pressed to his chest, her stomach in fluttering contact with his groin area, her thighs brushing his with every move he made. Her heart was pounding much faster than the beat of the music. Her female hormones were stirred into a lustful frenzy. She was in the arms of a Greek God who was hers for the taking and the temptation to take whatever she could of him was roaring through her.
Ari made the most of Christina’s surrender to the dance, hoping the sexual chemistry sizzling through him was being transmitted through every sensual contact point. She felt good in his arms. She was the right height for him, tall enough for their bodies to fit in a very satisfying way as he moved her around the dance floor. The sway of her hips, the fullness of her breasts impacting with their lush femininity, the scent of her skin and hair … everything about her was firing up his desire to have her surrender to him.
The waltz ended. She didn’t exactly push out of his embrace but eased herself back enough to put a little distance between them. Her cheeks were flushed and she kept her eyes lowered, their thick black lashes hiding any vulnerable feelings. He was sure she had been physically affected by the intimacy of the dance but whether that was enough to sway her his way he didn’t know.
The Master of Ceremonies invited all the guests to dance to the next song which had been especially requested by the bride. Ari instantly understood its significance when the band started playing the tune. He and Christina had heard Stevie Wonder’s version of it on the car radio on one of their trips together.
‘You are the sunshine of my life,’ he said, recalling how he had applied the words to her. ‘It’s your father’s favourite song.’
‘Yes,’ she said huskily. ‘Cass misses him, too. He would have been very proud of her today.’ Her lashes lifted and she gave him a wry little smile. ‘I’m surprised you remembered.’
‘Special songs can be very evocative. You were the sunshine of my life while we were together, Christina.’
The smile twisted into a grimace. ‘There’s been a long night since then, Ari. Though I’m sure you found plenty of sunshine elsewhere.’
‘Not of the same quality.’
Her gaze slid away from his. ‘We have to dance,’ she muttered.
She allowed him to hold her close again without any initial resistance. It was some progress, he thought, though he savagely wished she wouldn’t keep harping on the other women who’d been in his life. The past was the past—impossible to change it. If she’d just set her sights on the future, that was the progress he needed.
He bent his head closer to hers and murmured, ‘What you and I can have now is what matters, Christina.’
She didn’t answer.
Hopefully she was thinking about it.
Tina fiercely wished she could forget everything else but now, pretend she was meeting Ari for the first time, feeling all that he made her feel, her whole body brilliantly alive to exciting sensations. She wouldn’t care about the other women if this was her first experience with him. She’d be blissfully thinking that he was the man who could make her life complete.
Maybe he would if she set the pain he’d given her aside. He’d said he wanted to give her back the dreams he’d destroyed. Yet it was a terribly risky step, trusting his word. If he didn’t keep it, she would hate herself for being a fool, hate him for his deceit, and end up a totally embittered woman.