Untamed Italian, Blackmailed Innocent. Jacqueline Baird

would you like us to drop you off?’ he asked. ‘Bond Street? Harrods?’ he suggested, with an edge of cynicism in his tone.

      ‘Harrods is fine.’

      He’d thought as much. A bit of retail therapy was all any woman needed to keep her happy.

      She looked up at him with soft blue eyes, and he could not resist. He wrapped an arm around her waist and slid his hand through the silken tumble of her hair to tip up her face.

      ‘What are you doing?’ she murmured.

      ‘Oh, I think you know,’ he drawled huskily, and covered her lush lips with his own.

      He could not let her go without kissing and tasting her just once, he told himself…