Bought: The Greek's Bride. Lucy Monroe

but it was the first time she’d ever noticed the individual scent of another person. Maybe it was because to her senses, Sandor was infinitely unique. In every way.

      His warmth and sexy masculinity called to her and she forced herself to speak instead of closing the distance between their bodies. “I bet you find it as difficult to carve time out of your work schedule to have the family dinners and the excursions Hera insists on as I do to allow my dad to keep a security detail watching over me.”

      “I think you are right, though I never considered it in that light. I only know that since I was a small boy I was determined to give my mother the life my father should have.” Something in his expression said his words surprised him as much as her.

      He was an intensely private person, that he had shared as much of himself as he had with her was incredibly special.

      Allowing herself one tiny touch, she brushed his arm and smiled. “Well, I’d say you surpassed that goal and then some.”

      “You think?”

      She smiled with emotion shining in her eyes because it sounded like he really was asking the question. As if there could be any doubt. “I doubt your dad is a hugely wealthy tycoon and I’m certain he wasn’t as a teenager. You’ve surpassed anything he could have done for her, even if he had stuck around.”

      “I think you may be right.” The wealth of satisfaction in his voice told Ellie something else about this enigmatic man who wanted to marry her.

      He had things to prove to himself…to his grandfather…and to the father he’d never met.

      Remembering her role as hostess, she asked, “Would you like coffee…or an after dinner drink?”

      “Neither, thank you.”

      Now, why did the way he said that make shivers dance along her nerve endings? “It was your idea to come up,” she reminded him.

      “To settle one of your concerns in regard to marriage, not because I crave more liquid refreshment.”

      “You plan to settle my fears?” How very noble of him. “In what way?” Though she thought she could guess.

      He leaned forward, invading her personal space completely and his body heat called to her while his dark eyes mesmerized. “Guess.”

      “What about the no sex before marriage integrity thing?” She’d meant to ask the question in a sarcastic tone, but her voice came out breathless and much too inviting. Darn it.

      “I plan to marry you. It is up to you to set the date.” He might as well have shrugged, he sounded so casual in that pronouncement.

      And right then she realized he really did plan to marry her. Not hope. Not want. But the man had a plan and was fully confident in his eventual success.

      “So, it’s okay to seduce a virgin if you intend to marry her?” Again that breathless voice that was really starting to get on her nerves.

      She sounded like she wanted his reassurance, but she didn’t. Did she? Not this way…not planned. But Sandor was a planner and he worked best with a schedule. She’d known that since the beginning. She just hadn’t expected it to dictate this part of their relationship.

      “You have said you are not a virgin.” He didn’t sound like he was bothered either way.