Chapter 20 – A Matter of Sin and Love Novel Free Online (Elena & Christian)

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Elena met his eyes and refused to blush. She held out her hand.

‘They’re still warm from your body.’ Just like that he cut her off at the knees, swiping away the last tatters of her hard-won dignity. He sounded pleased. He didn’t sound like a man taking no for an answer.

She grabbed them from him and, following the direction he gestured, strode across the marble floor to the sanctuary of a bathroom.

Christian watched her stride across to the cloakroom, enjoying every step. He shifted, erect just at the sight of those beautiful long legs and the tantalising glimpses of her pale bare backside as her long top swayed from side to side. Her head was up and her shoulders back as if she owned the world. Such a contrast to the blushing woman who’d found it hard to meet his eyes a minute before.

Elena Morrison was a conundrum. She was the hottest woman he’d ever had. Just talking to her turned him on. And she was so passionate. Yet there was a reserve about her, and there’d been no mistaking the shock in her eyes at what they’d done.

He ploughed his hand back through his hair. He was shocked too. Not because they’d had sex. That had been inevitable. But that it had been so earth-shattering. And that it left him needy, desperate to have her again.

There was something else about Elena too. A hint of vulnerability despite her sassy mouth. In fact that mouth of hers deserved close study over a long period. It gave her away, he realised. Any man could see it was the mouth of a temptress. But it trembled just a little when she was unsure of herself. And she had been unsure.

More than once that suggestion of a tremor had made him stop and rethink. He’d bet Elena would hate that, if she knew.

She challenged him more effectively than anyone he knew. He loved sparring with her, waiting to see what she came out with. She was a delight. That moment when she’d stood there, half naked, gnawing her lip and patently regretting what they’d done, Elena had still had the sass to imply she’d been the sexual aggressor.

As if he hadn’t been the one forcing her to confront her own desire!

Christian’s lips quirked. Had she worn that ugly underwear to keep him at bay? He found himself curious to see what her bra was like. She had a voluptuous body, no matter how she tried to hide it with that shapeless top. Her rounded hips were made to entice a man. She was slim and lithe but she had the sort of curves that made a man glad he was male. He looked forward to having her naked in his bed.

There was a click and the door opened. She stepped out, fully dressed and in control. The wanton woman hidden beneath her shapeless top; even her hair was yanked back in a ponytail. But the skylight above allowed diffused sunlight to catch the tones of honey and caramel in her soft brown hair. Her chin was up, ready for confrontation, and Christian stepped forward, his pulse quickening.

This time she met his gaze head-on. Instantly he felt that crackle, as electricity splintered the air.

It took him a moment to realise her eyes were once more that intriguing shade of blue-grey. For a few moments, when she’d shattered around him, her eyes had been pure molten silver.

Christian began calculating how long it would be before he saw that precious shimmer again.

THEY SAT AT a glass-topped table on the shady pool terrace. Elena didn’t know whether it was the luxury of her deeply upholstered chair, the glass of chilled Semillon Christian had poured or his air of ease but, remarkably, she began to relax.

Almost as if that hectic interlude in the foyer had never happened.

No, not that. She was hyper-aware of him—every move, every look. The shimmering excitement in her belly had eased a little, but not vanished.

Yet something had shifted. The challenge was no longer overt but overlaid with what felt curiously like understanding. Or a truce.

There’d been no provocative comments since she emerged from the bathroom. No double entendres. No confrontation and definitely no smirking from Christian.

He’d ushered her out here, chatting easily as if they hadn’t just imploded in each other’s arms. Maybe that should have insulted her, but Elena was relieved, feeling some of her jittery tension drain away.

She’d settled at the table, relieved to be off her unsteady legs, and watched him uncover a feast. The sort that took hours, and professional chefs, to prepare.

She should be critically analysing every nuance of the situation, working out how to counter the threat Christian posed.

It was a measure of the strangeness of the day, and of his easy charm, that Elena simply gave in to hunger and ate.

The food was delicious. There were tiny melt-in-the-mouth lobster patties, crispbread bites with prawns and aioli, a colourful salad decorated with fresh mango, and an array of other delicacies.

Had Christian snapped his fingers and ordered a banquet? Did he offer such feasts to all the women he seduced?

Her breath shortened. He hadn’t needed to seduce anyone today, had he? She’d been primed and ready for him.

He refilled their glasses and Ella’s gaze fixed on his well-shaped hands and sinewy forearms, strong and dusted with dark hair. He was so blatantly enticing. Something dropped hard in her belly.

Fantastic sex as an antidote to life’s problems? If only it were that simple.

‘Are we going to talk about it?’ She pushed her plate away. ‘Or are we going to ignore the elephant in the room?’

A long dimple carved Christian’s cheek and a chord in her chest tweaked hard. So much for burning off the passion he’d aroused. Instead her susceptibility had increased.

Elena blinked, stunned but somehow not surprised. She’d never been into casual sex. And for her there’d been nothing casual about today, though she wouldn’t examine just what that meant.

‘You think of sex as an elephant?’ he murmured.

Her lips twitched despite her resolve.

‘Don’t be obtuse.’ She reached for her glass and took a sip. The crisp wine was delicious against her suddenly dry throat. ‘We’ve resolved nothing. I—’

‘Of course we have.’ His smile grew and he gave her that look. The one that made her feel as if she didn’t know her own body any more. ‘We’ve confirmed that you and I are every bit as good together as we’d assumed.’

His eyes didn’t leave her face but heat licked her in all sorts of hidden places. He lifted his glass in silent salute and drank. Elena was left wondering how the sight of that tanned throat working as he swallowed could create a squall of such hectic need in her.

She shook her head.

‘Don’t play coy, Elena. You wondered right from the start how we’d be together.’

Elena firmed her lips. ‘Don’t try to distract me, Christian. It won’t work.’

The glint in his dark eyes and the quizzically raised eyebrow told her he disagreed. She put her glass down with a click and sat straighter.

‘You said this morning you still want this marriage.’ She couldn’t bring herself to say marry me. It was just too far-fetched. ‘Why? There’s nothing you’d gain by it.’

His raised eyebrow shot even higher.

Elena put up her hand. ‘We’ve already demonstrated you don’t need marriage for sex.’

Would he make a quip about that? She’d laid herself open to it. But no, he merely sipped his wine.

‘How about an introduction to Sydney society?’ He tilted his head to one side as if sharing a confidence. She didn’t believe it.

‘You hardly need that.’

‘Don’t I?’ He leaned back further, lounging casually as if they discussed nothing more important than the ship passing far out to sea, or the rainbow lorikeets clustering in the ancient Port Jackson fig tree at the bottom of the garden.

Elena wanted to grab him by the collar and shake him till he lost that complacent look. Or kiss him. She shoved the thought aside. She was already in enough strife.

‘Of course not. You’ve got the money and influence to open any door.’ Just look at this house. Whether he owned or rented it, it cost a bomb.

‘But you know I also have a criminal record. I served time in juvenile detention, then prison.’ Did she imagine his mouth thinned on the words? Though his expression remained unreadable, his face looked somehow more severe.

‘So?’

‘It hasn’t occurred to you that someone with my background might find doors still closed to him? That some people are uncomfortable mixing with an ex-con? A dangerous ex-con.’

Dangerous. There was that word again.

Yet would a truly dangerous man have treated her as he had?

She’d disintegrated at his touch, thrown herself at him, behaved with a reckless carnality that even now took her breath away. Yet not once had he tried to force her, though it was obvious he wielded power as easily as she did a thermometer. Though he’d challenged her from the moment they’d met, she’d never relinquished the right to choose. If anything, he’d emphasised that, leaving it to her to bridge the gap between them.

Nor had he made her feel cheap. He’d reminded her it had been a mutual seduction.