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

she—locked behind a closed door.
    Ignoring her plea, he tugged her toward him and raised a truffle to her mouth. “A wedding like ours, that sets at least some things to right, deserves a little celebration, si ?”
    Caught in the startlingly deep conviction in his words, his gaze intent on her mouth, Sophia licked her lips.
    He groaned then, a deep, husky sound that pinged through her, leaving pockets of heat all over. “Open up, cara mia .”
    The taste of that melting chocolate exploded on her tongue. A moan she couldn’t stop escaped her throat, while his fingers lingered on her lips. Pressed at the soft cushion of her lower lip.
    His gaze was hot, hungry. His mouth even hotter as he bent and swiped at her lower lip. A jolt of pleasure traveled through her, so acute that Sophia jerked.
    Sinewed arms came around her, pulling her closer. The muscles in his arms clenched under her questing fingers. Air became short in supply. And what was there was coated with the scent of him. She felt dizzy, like she was high. On him.
    She licked her lips again.
    He bent and dug his teeth into her lower lip. And then stroked the nip with his tongue. Liquid heat rushed between Sophia’s legs. His fingers tightened over her hips. “You lick your lips like that, I will think it a call to action.”
    She tried to wiggle out of his hold. Only managing to press herself tighter against him. “I’m not doing it on purpose.”
    “I know.”
    His chest pushed against her breasts. Muscle and sinew, he was rock hard everywhere she touched. What the hell did the man do to have a body like that? With his lazy lifestyle, he should have had a paunch. At least a small belly. Not this washboard abdomen that she wanted to touch and lick and scrape with her teeth.
    But she didn’t want to let go of him. Not just yet, she promised herself. She didn’t want to give up this intimacy with him. This easy familiarity that they were slipping into. The laughter they shared. The way he made her see things about herself she didn’t know. She hadn’t realized how deprived she’d been of this kind of companionship, how monotonous her life had become.
    Maybe there were other advantages to this short marriage of theirs. The zing in her blood, the ache between her thighs, begged her to consider them. She traced the shadows under his eyes, something she’d always wanted to do. “Do you not sleep at all?”
    He held her wrist and pressed his face into her hand. Leaned into her touch as if he needed it. Breath whispering like a whistle, Sophia traced the sharp angles of his face. The pad of her forefinger reached his mouth. That mouth, God, that mouth... She had such hot dreams about it.
    With no warning, he turned his head, opened his mouth and closed it over her finger. And then sucked it. A hungry, stringent pulse began at her sex, in tune with the pulls of his mouth.
    Her skin felt too tight to hold her. The silk of her panties was wet. Rubbed against her inner thighs as she shifted restlessly.
    He released her finger. Sophia clenched her thighs closed instinctually, needing friction there.
    A dark flush dusted his cheekbones. He knew, oh, God, he knew. He knew where she was burning to be touched.
    “I’m an insomniac.”
    It took her several long seconds to realize he was answering her question.
    He was an insomniac? “How bad is it?”
    “I sleep a few hours every few days.”
    “That’s it? I need at least eight hours every day to feel remotely human. Doesn’t that have side effects?”
    “It does. But I have learned to live with them.”
    It made him more three dimensional, more...human. As strange as that sounded. “What do you do, then? In all that time?”
    Fingers busily shifted the collar of her dress. His mouth landed on the skin he bared. His tongue licked that juncture, sending hot shafts of pleasure down her spine. “Do you taste like silk all over, Sophia?”
    “Yes,” she said, completely lost in the magic he wove. She tried to