The Unwanted Conti Bride (The Legendary Conti Brothers) by Tara Pammi Page A

then moved on his leg, back and forth. Up and down. Pleasure spiraled through her pelvis, building to an unbearable rhythm.
    Teeth banged, tongues sucked. Clasping his jaw with her hands, she held him for her delectation. Then she dug her teeth into that carnal lower lip, hard, and sucked it into her mouth.
    A growl rumbled from his chest. A wild beat danced in her blood as she realized something had changed between them. Tension radiated from his lean frame. His fingers became more urgent, his mouth harder and hotter.
    Playtime was over.
    His fingers crawled into her hair, tugged at the clip she’d used to pull it back into a tight knot. The clatter of the clip against the wall where he threw it was a bang in the hoarse silence. Fingers pulled and plumped her hair until it fell in unruly waves around her face.
    She forgot what she’d meant to ask him. She forgot what had disconcerted her so much about the scene in the conference room. She forgot why she shouldn’t kiss him like this. Only sensation mattered. Only the heat building inside her mattered.
    He moved his thigh away and she whimpered. She’d melt into a puddle if he didn’t hold her up. Her mouth was stinging, her blood singing; Sophia was so aroused she was ready to beg him to finish it.
    He lifted her leg again, pushing away at the ugly dress. Up and up. Until the lace of her garters was visible and then a strip of her thighs. “Sophia.” He was panting against her cheek. “This is where you put a stop to it if you don’t want to be bent over that table and have me thrusting inside you in three seconds.”
    Reality came crashing with that crudely worded statement. He’d put it like that on purpose. She growled, a demand and a plea twisted in that animal sound. He laughed, took her mouth with his again.
    She jerked away from him, stumbled on jelly-like legs and then reached for him again to steady herself. “No,” she said, running a hand over her mouth.
    All she wanted was to cry. Her mind felt soaked in desire, frustration. “God, I came looking for you because I wanted to talk.” His pupils were dilated, his chest still falling and rising. But he didn’t look the least bit put out for being denied the same satisfaction. “I didn’t mean to hump you like a dog in heat. You’re not angry?”
    “I’m in considerable pain, yes...” He sighed “I’m not angry. I know you’d like to believe the worst about me but I do have a little self-control.”
    “Oh, is there anything I can do to—”
    “You can fix your dress and stop offering to help. Next time you offer, I’ll ask you to go down on your knees.”
    O went her mouth again. An instant image fluttered through her brain. Did he ask it of all his lovers? Did they do it because they didn’t want to lose his interest?
    Personally, Sophia had always thought the act a little subjugating, undignified and maybe even a little painful to the participating woman’s mouth. “Do you ask it of all your lovers or—”
    “Stop talking, Sophia,” he growled again.
    Sophia dashed into the attached bathroom. She splashed water over her heated cheeks. His fingers had built her hair into a cloud around her face. She looked soft and feminine and like a woman who lost her mind after two kisses.
    Damn it, she had the most important meeting of her life in a few minutes and here she was, climbing all over Luca. He was like her craving for that chocolate truffle. A bad habit she thought she’d beat only to succumb again and again.
    He’d suggested she fall. And she was falling gloriously. She thought herself above all those women who threw themselves at him. How bitchily righteous she’d been... If anything, she was even more foolish because she’d already had a taste of him ten years ago.
    She’d thought herself beautiful, special to have attracted his attention. And it had been nothing but a bet. “Maybe deprivation will build a little character,” she said, coming out of the bathroom.
    Could she