Francesca closed her eyes and let out a low laugh. “Don’t remember?”

The woman turned back, lightly stroking Julian’s lips. Her pale, slender fingers pressed against his mouth, moving slowly—so slow it felt deliberate. Those watery, autumn-dark eyes kept staring straight at him.

The meaning was obvious.

No man could take that kind of bait and stay calm. Even if Julian had amnesia, his instincts hadn’t disappeared.

He grabbed her ...