Redeemed By His Stolen Bride (Rival Spanish Brothers 2)

She sat down and the housekeeper appeared with an array of food.

Leonora smiled at her. ‘This looks delicious.’

The woman was pleased. ‘Let me know if you want anything else.’

When she was gone Leonora still avoided looking directly at Gabriel.

Until he said, ‘Look at me, Leo.’

See? Direct.

She put down the coffee pot and looked at him. All strong lines and that sensual mouth. Those mesmerising eyes. Her lower body spasmed reflexively with the memory of what it had felt like to have his powerful body thrusting in and out of hers.

Dios.

‘You’re a nice person, Leo.’

She blinked. That wasn’t what she’d expected to hear. ‘Well, I...thank you.’

‘You notice people, acknowledge them.’

Now she was embarrassed. ‘So do you,’ she said, thinking of his interaction with the boy who had parked his car last night.

‘See?’ he said as he lowered his coffee cup. ‘We’re well matched.’

Leonora wanted to look away again, but she couldn’t. She felt a sense of fatality wash over her. In all honesty, even though the thought of marrying Gabriel scared her to death, because he made her long for so many things, the thought of walking out of his castillo this morning and never seeing him again was nearly more terrifying. Never touching him again? No.

Before she could really think it through she blurted out, ‘Yes.’

‘Yes...to what?’

He arched a brow even as his eyes darkened with something that looked like desire but which she suspected was satisfaction. A part of her wished she could say no, just not give him that satisfaction. Did anyone say no to this man? She couldn’t blame them.

She took a breath. ‘You know what. Yes, I’ll marry you.’

* * *

Gabriel was surprised at the level of tension he’d been feeling, which suddenly dissipated. He hadn’t been sure what Leo would say even after last night.

He reached for her hand and lifted it, leaning forward to press a kiss into her palm. He saw how her eyes flared and an answering rush of desire made his blood hot. He wanted to tug her over onto his lap and crush that soft mouth under his, but he forced the desire down. They would have a lifetime for that. Right at that moment he couldn’t imagine a day when he wouldn’t want her with this fierce hunger, and surely that had to be a good indication that this union would and could work?

It was time to progress—with this woman by his side.

Not wanting to waste another moment of time, he said, ‘Would you object to a private wedding service here in the castillo’s chapel at the end of the week?’

CHAPTER SIX

LEONORA’S HEAD WAS still reeling a couple of days after she’d agreed to a private wedding which would take place that very week. She’d protested, of course, but with his particular brand of cool logic Gabriel had asked her what advantage there could possibly be in prolonging the wait.

Gabriel had worn her down all too easily, and in the end she’d agreed—it had been the prospect of securing Matías’s future sooner rather than later.

She’d come to Gabriel’s office in Madrid this morning, to look over a prenuptial agreement. Cruz y Torres Enterprises was housed in a sleek and modern building made of glass and steel. Everyone looked very serious and efficient. She’d been whisked up with a private escort straight to his massive corner office that had a terrace overlooking the city.

‘This is impressive,’ she said, walking over to a window.

She could feel Gabriel looking at her and her skin prickled with awareness. They hadn’t slept together since the other night.

‘It’s not bad.’