In the Brazilian's Debt(83)

                ‘I’m placing all my business with you,’ Chico assured her as his mouth curved in a wicked smile.

                Lizzie pretended to think about this for a moment. ‘Can we move this to the sofa? Only, I’ve got some business I want to discuss with you, and this desk is hard.’

                ‘Whatever you say.’

                Chico lifted her into his arms without breaking that most critical of connections between them.

                ‘This is the benefit of making love with a very strong man, I suppose,’ she commented as he lowered her carefully down onto the cushions without compromising her pleasure in any way.

                ‘I’m not letting you go,’ he confirmed, starting to move again. ‘In fact you’re not going anywhere for quite some time. I take it you’re in agreement with that?’

                ‘Fully,’ she said, groaning as he upped the pace.

                Still not entirely sure how they’d make it work once they left this room, she only knew that right now they were as close as two people could be, and something told her that this time when Chico left, they’d leave together.

                * * *

                They arrived back in Brazil to a fiesta. It was hard to be anything but excited when the sound of that hot South American beat thrummed through her body like an invitation to sin.

                ‘Okay?’ Chico said, turning to her.

                If only she could stop wanting him for a few minutes. It had been bad enough on the plane when she had thought the flight would never end, but now her body was demanding Chico’s most urgent attention. He had piloted the plane from Buenos Aires in black jeans and a black casual shirt with the sleeves rolled back, looking like the man she could quite happily spend the rest of her life in bed with.

                ‘I asked you, are you okay?’ he pointed out.

                ‘Most definitely,’ she said, wondering how long it would be before Chico took her into his arms and kissed her hard.

                ‘Preparations for the graduation ceremony are well under way,’ he said, bursting her bubble.

                Yes, she was a student—Chico’s student—and she had to behave as such, which meant no fraternisation, and absolutely no sex. At least, not all the time.

                Danny was waiting by the Jeep, ready to take them to the ranch. They exchanged a warm hug. ‘Welcome home,’ Danny exclaimed, holding Lizzie at arm’s length so she could assess her friend. ‘Are you okay?’

                ‘Of course I am.’

                ‘Yes, I can see that,’ Danny commented wryly.

                ‘How are you?’

                ‘I’ve been worried about you,’ Danny admitted, ‘with everything going on back in Scotland.’

                ‘It was a great send-off. I’m only sorry you couldn’t be there.’

                ‘I’m sure you said goodbye for me too.’

                ‘I did, and I thought about the times when the three of us—you, me, and Grannie, were together and really happy.’

                ‘I’ll drive,’ Chico stated flatly, holding out his hand for the keys.