In the Brazilian's Debt(85)

                ‘Lizzie Fane,’ he said, gripping her shoulders. ‘You pick the strangest times to call a meeting.’

                ‘Who said anything about a meeting?’

                ‘I can’t think why else you’d be here.’

                ‘Can’t you?’ She held his gaze. Chico’s long black eyelashes were spiked and wet, and his eyes were laughing down at her. Water was dripping from his wild, thick hair, and he looked—there were no words, and for a few crucial seconds she was speechless, motionless, and asking to be kissed.

                ‘I hope you like cold showers.’

                She shrieked as he lifted her over his shoulder.

                Water was pounding like Niagara in the shower, and he was right: it was freezing.

                ‘So,’ he said, holding her in front of him. ‘What do you have to say to me?’

                Chico kept on laughing as she gasped for breath, and the next thing she knew, he was kissing her. Not just kissing her—he slammed her against the wall of the shower and devoured her. ‘I’ve missed you, Lizzie,’ he husked, his stubble rough against her neck.

                ‘I want you,’ she gasped out.

                Chico was already working on her clothes, and they were both laughing now, because it was proving almost impossible to take them off. They were welded to her body by the water, and she had to help him, wriggling and swearing under her breath, until finally she was down to her bra and pants. ‘This last bit should be easy,’ she declared.

                ‘So, let me.’ Chico smiled as he slowly peeled off the last of her clothing with a frustrating lack of speed. Then, holding her face between his big, rough hands, he stared into her eyes and he kissed her. ‘I love you, Lizzie Fane,’ he whispered against her mouth. ‘I’ve always loved you.’

                ‘But—’

                ‘No buts,’ Chico cautioned, placing his forefinger over her lips. ‘We’ll work it out.’

                She stared into his eyes and believed him. This was the man she’d waited for, and nothing would ever part them again. Chico loved her. What more did she need to know?

                Chico’s kiss was so tender, so deep, so cherishing, but when they pulled apart and she saw the smallest adjustment in his gaze she read the invitation, and in an instant tender turned fierce.

                ‘I need you too,’ Chico assured her, and, dipping at the knees, he proved just how much.

                Breath left her lungs in a rush. She’d forgotten how wild her hunger for him could be. She’d also forgotten how powerful and effective Chico could be. He was an amazing lover. Pinning her hands above her head, he supported her against the wall with one arm as he thrust into her, until the collision of hot and cold, and mind-blowing sensation became too much to bear and tipped her over the edge. She broke into laughter as he soothed her down. ‘That was so good you have to do it again just so I can be sure I’m not dreaming.’

                ‘That was no dream,’ he assured her as he switched off the shower.

                ‘But we’d better be sure,’ she said.

                ‘Okay, but not here,’ he agreed. ‘You’re clean enough for now.’

                She still had her legs locked around his waist as Chico grabbed a couple of towels and walked her into the bedroom. He was still hard and deep inside her, and still obviously hungry, and so was she. It was a long time later when he dried her hair, and wrapped her in one of his big, soft towels. ‘You can sleep now,’ he said, dropping kisses on her brow.