Michelle Douglas - The Million Pound Marriage Deal

Nice? That’s the best you can manage?

She smelled sensational—fruity and warm, like Christmas. Though Christmas was months away.

‘It’s my body lotion. Frosted cherry. My favourite.’

They broke apart at exactly the same moment. This was exhausting, but he saw the wisdom of it. They needed to give the impression that they were physically comfortable with each other.

When nothing could be further from the truth.

‘Your turn.’ He waved her to the armchair.

She sat, leaned back, crossed her legs—for all the world as if she were completely at ease.

Time for them to get this over and done with.

Her eyes widened when he braced his hands on the arms of the chair and leant down towards her, effectively locking her in and leaving her nowhere to escape. ‘Lips?’

She glanced at his lips and then back into his eyes and nodded. ‘Dry lips,’ she whispered. ‘And we keep it brief.’

Every cell in his body burst to life. He recited, Peter’s sister, Peter’s sister, Peter’s sister , over and over in his mind. ‘I want to tell you something before we do this,’ he murmured, his gaze not dropping from hers.

She swallowed. ‘Okay.’

‘You’re wrong. I like you just fine, Sophie Mitchell.’

Her lips parted as if in shock. He couldn’t resist the pull any longer. His mouth lowered to hers, lips brushing lips—light, teasing and nowhere near enough. She stiffened, but then he felt her force herself to relax. And then she leaned forward a fraction and pressed her lips more firmly against his and kissed him back.

Wind roared in his ears. It took all the strength he had to not deepen the kiss, to not engage lips, mouths, tongues and hands.

Biting back a groan, he pulled back to stare into stunned blue eyes. They were a deeper shade of blue than he’d ever seen before.

She pushed him away and launched herself from the chair like a horse from a starter’s gate. ‘We better keep that to a minimum.’

She was darn right they were keeping that to a minimum!

He’d kiss her cheek, her brow, the top of her head, her hand, but he had every intention of staying as far away from those lips as possible. They were lethal!

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