The Unwanted Conti Bride. Tara Pammi

ever again.

      He reached the door, turned the handle and looked back at her. “Do you have protection?”

      He couldn’t mean what she thought he did. No way. “Like a bodyguard?”

      He grinned and Sophia wanted to wipe that grin off his pretty face with her bare hands. “No, like a contraceptive.”

      “That’s none of your...” He moved so fast and so smoothly that Sophia blinked. The heat from his body was a tantalizing caress on her skin, beckoning her closer. She answered only to stop him from coming closer. “Yes, fine. I’m on the pill. Not that it’s relevant to you.”

      He pushed a tendril of hair away from her temple. That stubborn lock that never stayed back. “Good.” His warm breath raised the little hairs on her neck.

      Knowing that he was saying it to shock her didn’t stop a pulse of throbbing need between her legs. It took every ounce of her energy not to press her thighs close. She needed something distasteful, something to snap herself out of that sensual web he weaved... “You... I... You’ve had numerous lovers. I won’t just—”

      The glittering hunger in his eyes told her she’d already betrayed herself by talking as though she was considering it. Damn! “I’m clean.”

      Like a dream, feverish and hot and full of some elusive subtext, he left.

      Sophia stared at the door for a long time, her knees shaking. Covering her face with her hands, she sank back against the desk.

      Luca Conti was going to marry her. Of all the men in the world, that unpredictable, recklessly indulgent playboy was giving her the chance no one else would. It was going to tangle up everything with everyone horribly. Three months of her life would change the course of the rest of her life. Even after his reckless cruelty ten years ago, she was still affected by him.

      But Sophia could only obsess over one thing.

      That, for three months, she could kiss him all she wanted.