He brought his hands to her head, spreading his fingers through her hair as he held her mouth to his in a passionate duel. Not that she was fighting him or anything. She was with him all the way, making it impossible for him to pull back and get perspective.
Damn perspective.
He wanted her.
But, for all that, her father’s threat sent a cube of ice scudding down his spine. It was one thing to make a threat to have his legs broken—which he didn’t for a moment take seriously because last time he looked he wasn’t in an episode of a mob drama—but how far did her old man’s influence reach? During the course of the brief conversation Charles Wyndham had chillingly mentioned Alejandro and Teddy’s upcoming wedding. They had married a few weeks earlier in a marriage of convenience arrangement to secure Teddy’s inheritance and some land next to the Valquez family estate—now Alejandro’s property—which had been swindled off their father by Teddy’s father twenty years ago.
How much did Charles Wyndham know about the way Alejandro and Teddy had come together? Luiz knew Alejandro was at great pains to give Teddy the best wedding day imaginable, given he had marched her off to a register office for a civil ceremony that had no hint of romance or fairy tale about it. Charles Wyndham had implied Alejandro and Teddy’s special day would be sabotaged if Luiz didn’t play by the rules.
Rules. Schmules. No one told him what to do or how to do it.
But this wasn’t just about him now. His older brother had sacrificed years of his life—the best years—to salvage the family business and to bring Luiz up. Alejandro had forfeited fun for duty. Now he was finally happy with the lovely Teddy and all that could be undone if Luiz didn’t watch his step.
As much as it galled him to appear to be kowtowing to a tyrannical dictator, he knew it was in his interests to keep things cool until this particular storm cloud blew over. All he had to do was hang out with Daisy for a few hours before getting her back on her way with her girlfriends.
After he finished kissing her, of course.
When had a kiss tasted so tantalising? Her arms were around his neck, her mouth pressed hotly to his, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair that brushed his collar. Shivers coursed up and down his spine at her touch. He imagined those soft little hands exploring other parts of his body: down the muscles of his back and shoulders, his chest and abdomen and lower, where he throbbed and pulsed the hardest.
He groaned deep in the back of his throat as her teeth nipped at his lower lip before salving the sting with a moist stroke of her cat-like tongue. His erection painfully hardened at the thought of that clever little tongue teasing the length of him, tasting him, taking him to the limit of human control and beyond.
Her body rubbed against him invitingly, from chest to thigh, ramping up his desire to a level that was quickly slipping out of the bounds of his normally cool and measured control. He prided himself—some would say arrogantly so—on being a supremely competent lover who always made sure a good time was had by all. But with Daisy’s soft little mouth and her perky little breasts and her curvy body wreaking such havoc on his senses he felt like a trigger-happy teenager.
He pulled back reluctantly, his body instantly wailing at the loss of the teasing friction of hers. ‘This might be a good time to put the brakes on.’
Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of rose. Her lips were swollen from the press of his; even her chin had a little red patch where his morning stubble had caught her. She had a dazed look in her beautiful blue eyes. He suspected it might match the one he was doing his level best to disguise in his own. ‘Oh…yes, right. Good idea…’