Elmo could sense her disapproval, and for once it unnerved him—though his assistant’s approval was usually the last thing he required as he got on with the business of being a Nicoli. Yet he was tempted to tap Jeremy on the shoulder and tell him to stop the car and let him out. He wanted out of the car and away from the bloody lot of them.Tapping his fingers impatiently, Elmo dismissed the odd impulse. He didn’t really want to be alone with his thoughts today of all days. It wasn’t Brianna’s disapproval that was gnawing at him—it was his own dread and loathing.He was trying to center himself. It was as if he were surrounded by a million scattered compasses, and the needles, which had hovered without direction for so long, were suddenly settling, all homing in as the universe moved the world along and everything aligned to bring things to an unwelcome head. A new life was coming into the world—a new life that meant his shattered family would have to meet, might talk...That he might
Brianna watched as his free hand bunched into a fist and saw the little bit of color that was left in him literally drain away. His Adam’s apple bobbed a couple of times before he managed to carry on. "How was Mum?" He closed his eyes on the excited chatter, raked his hand through his hair, and dragged in vital oxygen."Of course I hope to see them." It just depends on when we go to Rome. I’m glad you’re calling him that—no, really. I’m fine with it now...Just for a second, his voice broke, and so evident was his pain, so abject his misery, that Brianna had to force herself not to go over—had to literally stop herself from walking over and taking the phone from his hand, telling Annabella he would call back later.But Elmo recovered quickly, nodding blindly and forcing himself to go on, his cheery voice absolutely belying his hopeless stance. "Elpido would be very proud."‘A boy?’ He didn’t look over; he just clicked off the phone and stared out of the window into the darkening night
When Elpido had died, he’d sworn never to let a woman get close—never to let a woman get under his skin in the way his brother had. But, staring at Brianna, blinded by her beauty, it was scarily easy to renegotiate with himself. It was so very tempting to take the comfort he needed now, to lose himself in the urges he had been resisting since the moment she’d stepped back into his life.They were the same shade of blue—only he could see a swirl of black around each iris that intrigued him. He’d never stared into Maya’s eyes like this—had never been lulled into the dizzy whirlpool of attraction with Maya, never wanted to lower his head to hers the way he did now, towards Brianna’s.Only he’d sworn that he wouldn’t.Supremely focused, incredibly driven, and self-controlled, it was something he had never had to knowingly exert. He worked hard, and, when time allowed, he had the funds and the stamina to play equally hard. His dark good looks ensured an endless smorgasbord of suitable play
Did she think he was that stupid?China-blue eyes stared up at him. That full mouth was quivering with nerves, waiting to be kissed some more, and he was tempted to silence her with just that. What the hell was she playing at? He’d seen her pills in the bathroom, for God’s sake, and she’d told him that she’d just broken up with her boyfriend of six months—now she was telling him she was a virgin?Please!A very scathing remark was on the tip of his tongue—whatever game she was playing with him was about to be abruptly concluded. The muscles in his arms tensed as he prepared to push her away—only he didn’t.If she wanted to play virgin and pretend that he was her first, then who was he to stop her? In fact, somehow it made it easier to just block out the whys and hows—easier to lower his mouth to hers, to play whatever game it was that she was playing, and lose himself.Pulling her back towards him, Elmo kissed the shell of her ear as he spoke. "Then we’d better take things slowly!"So
She said it again as she fought with herself—said what he had before, the word short and stilted. She could see his shoulders above her, looked down to where he was sliding within, and it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen, the shadowed length of him moving inside her. Only this time, he finished what he was saying as a scream curled from her.‘Don’t—hold—back.’"Like you do?" Brianna gasped, staring into those black pools and holding them. Because he couldn’t ask for all of her without giving all of himself too—and she could feel his restraint, even though it was bliss.Their eyes locked as they came together; each contraction, each pulse spasmed, and her body squeezed out a scream, her nails digging into his taut shoulders, her mouth sucking on his salty chest as she felt him bucking inside her, felt Elmo shuddering his release, their bodies damp, sliding against each other..."What do you do to me...?" He was still coming, and so was she, and it almost hurt to give so much
Sciocco! Sciocco!The word pounded in Elmo’s head as he showered and dressed, beating in his temples like a pulse as he headed down to breakfast.Fool! fool for forgetting who she was—and he had forgotten.Holding her, making love to her, kissing her, tasting her, he’d lost himself, lost his mind... For a few blissful hours he had forgotten about everything—Elpido, Annabella, the baby, Gilberto...Elmo’s face hardened.She’d lied to him—she still hadn’t told him that Maya was her cousin, and as for being a virgin!Elmo snapped his fingers at a waitress and jabbed at his cup, asking her to refill it.Well, she might have won this round, but the game wasn’t over—a fool he’d be no more.‘Good morning!’ His deadpan face didn’t even change as she staggered into the dining room—utterly business as usual, he was looking through his schedule and tapping away on his laptop as a very untogether Brianna rather shakily poured coffee and picked at a croissant.Jeremy will drive you back to Melbour
And no icy European winter could match the sudden drop in temperature on the hot maternity ward.‘Come.’ It was Elmo who broke the appalling silence, but his single word unleashed the dam. His mother sped after him, talking in rapid Italian, and as the baby started crying to be fed, unsettled by her new brother and her uncle who was leaving, so too did Lucia.So too did Annabella. And her throaty pleas for her brother to just give his mother what she wanted—five minutes of his time—were the ones that finally stalled Elmo. A terse nod and a surly shrug implied that there really wasn’t an issue and that, of course, he had no problem spending time with them. Then another brief nod followed as his mother spoke again."We will go for a coffee." Elmo gave his sister a smile. "You feed the baby, we’ll take Lucia, then I’ll come back and say goodbye." He glanced over at Brianna. "Meet me in the car in half an hour."Which was normal—in the little while she’d been working for him, waiting in r
They breezed through check-in and customs and took off on time. The journey was in fact perfect—except for the two coiled springs sharing the first-class cabin.As they hurtled across time zones, Brianna played a game with the night sky, convincing herself that the day that had started so perfectly was being extended so it could end on a better note, and that somehow he’d look over and smile, as if pleased the universe was giving him these extra hours. Only Elmo didn’t use them wisely. Barely a word passed between them even as they landed, renegotiated customs, and stepped out into the freezing morning.Freezing!Melbourne winters weren’t exactly warm, but they were positively tropical compared to this. Her breath was blowing out white clouds, her teeth chattering as they headed to the waiting car, jumping like a puppy left behind into the heated warmth as the driver loaded their cases.But nothing—not Elmo’s black mood nor her earlier confrontation with Gilberto—could dim the beauty