The Italian's Ruthless Baby Bargain. Margaret Mayo

these dangerous feelings flooding her system. A response that rocked her. Ricocheted a hot sizzle of awareness through every bone in her body.

      ‘Then it has to be you—or me—or both of us?’ His dark eyes filled with amusement and before she could guess at his intent, before she could protest or even draw breath, he lowered his head and captured her softly parted lips.

      Penny had always known that Santo’s kisses would be sensational; nevertheless she wasn’t prepared for the whirlpool of exquisite pleasure that wreaked havoc inside her. The way her world began to spin until she felt sure that she would fly out into orbit if he carried on.

      For so many years she had told herself that no man would ever get through to her again—and yet it was happening.

      Now! And she had no control over it.

      Santo had reached into the deepest recesses of her mind and turned it around so that she was once again a woman with needs that required satisfying, fully and deeply.

      When he pushed open a door and urged her inside Penny realised they were in his bedroom. One tiny part of her mind railed against what was happening, the other exalted in the crescendo of feelings that were tipping her over the edge into a world where nothing else mattered except this moment in time.

      And instead of fighting him she gave herself up to the erotic sensation of Santo’s kisses, breathing his name against his mouth, feeling the fire he had ignited take hold until it consumed her whole body. There was no room for questions, for wondering what was possessing her, all she wanted was to give in to the heated feelings that ravaged her senses.

      Santo led her over to the bed, pulling her against him as they lay down, lifting one powerful leg over hers, tucking her head into his shoulder. It was a big bed, deep and comfortable, and Penny closed her eyes, forgetting where she was and what she was doing. All that mattered was Santo’s hot body next to hers, the throb of their passion that must surely be loud in the room.

      With gentle fingers he traced the contours of her face. The urgency of that first kiss had gone; he was exploring now, gentle kisses followed his fingertips, and Penny relaxed against him, giving herself up to the magic of the moment, urging her body ever closer against his.

      He found her mouth again in a kiss that shattered her senses, made her writhe against him and call out his name. She clawed her fingers into his hair and felt such a surge of emotion that it scared her. She hardly knew this man and yet here she was in his bed, enjoying his kisses as though he was the only man in the world.

      With all the strength she could muster Penny pushed Santo away. This mustn’t happen; she couldn’t let it. It was the worst form of insanity.

      CHAPTER THREE

      TREMBLING all over, her blue eyes wide and accusing, she scrambled off the bed and glared down at him. ‘Is this why your other nannies left? You couldn’t keep your hands off them?’

      ‘Mio Dio! You really think that’s what I am like?’ Santo’s eyes turned jet-black as he unfurled himself from the bed, and his silence as he moved towards her with all the lethal grace of a jungle cat was more menacing because of it.

      ‘So tell me it’s not true,’ she challenged, finding it difficult to breathe. ‘Tell me you were kissing me because you found me attractive, and not because I just happened to be available and you were feeling horny.’ She stood her ground, glaring into his face, trying to ignore the sensations still skittling around inside her.

      ‘I don’t remember you fighting me off,’ he returned coolly. ‘It seemed to me that the desire was totally mutual.’

      Damn him! He was right, but she wasn’t going to admit it, not in a thousand years. And since he hadn’t confessed to finding her attractive she had her answer. And now she felt stupid, and because she felt stupid it made her even angrier. ‘Trust a man to try to worm his way out of a situation,’ she muttered, heading to the door.

      But within seconds a heavy hand had her spinning round to face him. ‘No one accuses me like that and gets away with it.’ Black eyes pinned her and the savage fury pouring out of them twisted her stomach into knots and stiffened every one of her limbs so that she couldn’t move had she wanted to.

      ‘Our desires were mutual and you cannot deny it,’ he informed her icily. ‘If it was a guilty conscience that attacked you, so be it, but never, I repeat never, accuse me of doing something I am not guilty of.’

      ‘So this is the end of it?’ Penny said, facing him boldly, her spine straight, her head slanting defiantly up towards his face. ‘Or should I be on my guard? Is it likely to happen again?’

      ‘That depends on you.’ He let her go, standing a couple of feet away, but his body was rigid, his arms folded across his broad chest, and his fantastic eyes were fixed unblinkingly on hers.

      A quiver ran through her. She was here to do a job, not enjoy an affair with the master of the house. He’d thought she was fair game and she’d almost succumbed.

      She felt sick even thinking about it. ‘If it depends on me then I can assure you, Mr De Luca, that this will never happen again.’

      He inclined his head. ‘So be it.’

      ‘So be it,’ she flung back and this time when she marched to the door he let her go.

      Santo smiled to himself as Penny left the room. It hadn’t surprised him that she’d put a stop to their passionate embrace. In fact he’d been surprised that she’d let him kiss her at all. There was no denying that he’d enjoyed the experience. She was temptation personified. He even began to wonder whether it had been a good idea employing her.

      The other nannies had been stiff and starchy, and Chloe had hated them so much that she’d been a little minx. But his daughter apparently adored Penny and he knew very well that life in the De Luca household would be much more stable with her there. So—for the moment—he’d have to curb his hunger.

      IT WAS the middle of the night and Santo heard Chloe calling for her mummy. She’d had these bad dreams ever since her mother had died, although they had got further and further apart and he’d thought she was finally accepting the situation.

      Being a father didn’t come naturally to him. He always felt awkward when comforting Chloe and had never been able to find the right words. He guessed it was because he’d had nothing to do with her early years.

      Now he leapt out of bed, pulling on a robe as he crossed the room, and in seconds was at his daughter’s door. To discover that Penny was already there. He watched in silence for a few seconds, marvelling at how good she was with Chloe, how her words of comfort came pouring out as though she were a mother herself.

      Suddenly Chloe spotted him. ‘Daddy, I had a nasty dream. Penny made me feel better.’

      He walked across to the bed, glancing at Penny, remembering the kiss—how could he not when it had made his male hormones run more rampantly that he could ever remember? Resolutely closing his mind, he turned his attention to his daughter. ‘Then I’m glad that I found her, mio bello.’

      Chloe held out her arms to him and he immediately hugged her, conscious as he did so of Penny watching him closely. It was the first time she’d seen any physical contact between them and her faint smile confirmed her approval.

      ‘Daddy, can Penny sleep with me?’

      Faint hurt pulsed through Santo. Why Penny? Why not him? He knew the answer before he had posed it: because he hadn’t yet earned his daughter’s love.

      He looked at Penny, felt his gut twist into knots, a deep need rising like the devil incarnate, and knew that he had to get out of here before he gave himself away. ‘If Penny doesn’t mind.’

      Penny gave him a curious look before she smiled at Chloe. ‘Just for a few minutes, sweetheart.’

      ‘I’ll see you both in the morning, then,’ said Santo as he left the room, but he knew as he lay in bed that he was in danger