My temper flared at the use of my last name. I had thought we’d moved past that. I ignored her comment and my irritation, too fixated on having her to myself to worry about anything else. As soon as the mountain of fabric cleared the doorway, I slammed the door shut and pressed her against it, drinking in her full lips and an arctic gaze so icy it hurt. “You are the f*****g sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” If my voice got any more guttural, I ran the risk of being mistaken for a Neanderthal. That was what she did to me, muddled my brain until I was reduced to my most basic instincts. Conquer. f**k. Protect. I lowered my face, breathing in her floral essence. The smell of rain and raspberries and uncompromised independence. “The photographer will be waiting.” Her voice had drifted somewhere b
