not control.
Instead, she would run up the beach, pull on her sneakers and grab her towel before tearing down the pathway. Zac would laugh, then she would hear the thud of his footsteps behind her. Eventually she would slow her pace to a jog through the olive grove, absorbing the clatter of the cicadas as the heat started to rise.
Back at the villa, she would veer off to her room for a cool shower, so that by the time she joined Zac for breakfast she was composed enough to face him with no sign of her craving hunger for him. After breakfast, Zac would disappear into his study, leaving Pandora to amuse herself for the rest of the day by listening to music, reading or sunbathing at the beach or watching DVDs from the huge collection Zac owned, while inside her the glow of desire smouldered unslaked.
By Friday Pandora had exhausted Zac’s library of DVDs. It was after watching Zorba that afternoon that Pandora said rashly after dinner, while they were drinking strong Greek coffee in the glassed room, “Teach me to dance.”
Zac got the reference instantly. “You’ve been watching Zorba.”
“Yes, and that’s not all. Although, I gave the soap operas a miss. Maria said she watches them.”
“That’s where she’s learned the little English she knows. She loves them.” Zac’s eyes smiled as he spoke about the old woman. “So what else have you watched?”
“Strictly Ballroom, Take the Lead and Shall We Dance? You have an interesting selection.”
“Katy loves dance movies.” His gaze turned watchful. “Are you bored?”
“I’m not used to doing nothing,” she said honestly.
“We’ll remedy that. When we get back to Athens I’ll introduce you to Pano, the CEO of Kyriakos Cruises, and perhaps you can develop an active role in the South Pacific region of our tourist-cruise program.”
Pandora shot him a sideways look. He made it sound as if her agreement at the end of the two weeks was a foregone conclusion. Did Zac know how tempted she was to stay married to him? Even though he didn’t love her?
But she wasn’t ready to surrender quite yet. So she tracked the conversation back to dancing. “Remember at our wedding … you said you’d teach me to dance some of the more complicated dances?”
Zac pushed the coffee table back and moved to the bank of stereo equipment, and a few seconds later the sound of music filled the air.
“Come,” he said.
Pandora rose. For a moment fear rode her and she wondered if she’d gone too far too fast. Then she stepped forward to where Zac waited and lifted her arms.
“The hassipikos is not like a lot of other Greek dances. We start slowly. Once the music speeds up do we change over to a faster, spiralling dance. Now, stand beside me. Here.”
Pandora obeyed.
“Get ready to take a step forward. Left foot this time—not right, like most other Greek dances.” The music changed. “Now.”
Confidently, she stepped forward.
“Good,” said Zac. “Two more steps, then we’re going to move sideways. Watch my feet.”
Pandora was laughing by the time they got through the next section of music, the sweeping arm movements, the complicated crossover steps.
“Let’s try that again.” Zac flipped the track back to the beginning. “Ready? Now wait for it, then the steps.”
Pandora stood still, her arms stretched out and linked with his. She thought about what Zac had said during their wedding about listening to the music, about letting it take her. She heard the tempo change and started forward, the gliding, swaying steps with Zac beside her.
The music swelled, the singer’s voice rose. Then she and Zac were moving sideways, their bodies perfectly in time, in tune, yet not touching. A sense of wild exhilaration filled her at the accomplishment.
“I did it! I can do it.” She threw her arms around Zac. “Thank you.” Her lips smacked his cheek. “I want to do it again.”
Zac had gone utterly still.
Pandora pulled back. Too late. Emotion raged in Zac’s eyes. Self-consciously she dropped her hands from his shoulders. Zac’s hands shot out, circled her wrists and yanked her close.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
And then his head sank. His lips slanted across hers, hard and hungry. No longer gentle and exploratory, as on their wedding night. No longer immobile and waiting, as when she’d kissed him after dinner a week ago. Now his hips moved against her, his erection unhidden. This was the full masculine hunger unleashed. And it aroused her. Unbearably.
She gave a hot little moan into his mouth. The music was picking up, the rhythm quick, building to a climax.
It brought back the memories of their wedding night. Of the dancing. Of what had followed … his hands on her skin, her body writhing under his.
“No!” Zac tore his mouth from hers. “I gave you my word. Only another week still remains of the two weeks I promised you. Then I will demand my answer.”
“You’re refusing to make love to me unless I give you the answer you want?” She glared at him in mock outrage, her body objecting as he held her away.
A hard grin slashed his face. “Yes, I have to use every advantage at my disposal to get what I want. You.”
The days passed swiftly, and by the following Tuesday Pandora was the rich, golden colour of honey. A sensual glow filled her as she smiled across at Zac. They’d just completed their run to the sandy cove she’d begun to think of as their secret place.
Four days left. On Saturday morning Zac would demand his answer. And Pandora knew what she was going to tell him.
She watched him covertly as he shrugged off his singlet and waded out into the sea. When the water lapped the edges of his shorts, he dived forward and came up ten yards farther ahead. He flicked his wet hair away from his face and called out to her, “Aren’t you coming in?”
What was the point of waiting? She knew what she wanted. She wanted Zac, inside her, here, now. Pandora’s heart knocked against her ribs at what she was contemplating.
Before she could chicken out, she stripped off her T-shirt. Then slowly, with hands that shook, she tugged the bows that fastened her bikini bra loose. She let the skimpy top fall to the ground. Reaching up, she pulled out the hair tie that held her hair in a sleek ponytail. Bundling the mass together, she secured it with the stretchy tie on the top of her head, her breasts lifting pertly, the nipples tight from the excitement that pulsed inside her.
Finally she shot Zac a glance where he stood motionless in the sea. Pandora’s nerve almost gave out. In the bright sunlight, his face was hard, the bones standing out in sharp relief under the taut tanned skin. She looked away and headed for the water, forcing herself not to hurry, aware of the undulating sway of her hips and the movement of her unrestrained breasts.
The sun was warm on her bare breasts, and the cool water rippled against her knees … rising higher as she walked steadily deeper … pooling between her legs … cooling her belly. With relief Pandora sank into the silky water and started to breaststroke into the deeper water, still refusing to look in Zac’s direction.
But she could sense his stillness. Sense the tension winding tighter in him. So she stroked a little faster, her gaze fixed, unwavering, on the tall rock in the sea ahead. She heard the splash behind her and broke into freestyle. A quick glance over her shoulder showed her the flurry of Zac’s arms powering through the sea, gaining on her, and she started to swim in earnest until her heartbeat resounded in her ears.
She didn’t make it to the rock. It was still ten yards ahead of her when Zac’s hand closed around her ankle. He yanked. She went under and surfaced a moment later, sputtering,