‘Stop looking at me like that,’ he growled.
‘How am I looking at you?’
He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so she was facing the mirrored panel on the elevator. ‘Like that.’
She leaned back against him, the sexy cheeks of her bottom brushing against his still swollen erection. There was a secret smile playing about her mouth and her sparkling eyes were full of mischief. ‘Like this?’
Luiz’s hands slipped down to hold her hips. His rational brain said, No! Don’t do it! But his body was acting of its own volition. His blood ran hot and urgent with the need to press against her. Her light and delicate fragrance wafted past his nostrils—cottage flowers this time, with the alluring and exotic grace notes of sun-warmed honeysuckle. Her lips were without lipgloss or lipstick but they were as red as spring’s first rose. Her complexion had not a single blemish. Not even a freckle. He had never seen skin so pure and untainted. The comparison with his was stark. His was olive-toned and tanned from a lifetime of playing polo and other outdoor sports.
His hand moved up to sit just below her right breast. He could feel the slight weight of it resting against the line of his thumb. She brought one of her hands over his, her small, slim fingers looking as small and dainty as a child’s compared to his. She danced her fingers over the back of his hand, and then started toying with the coarse masculine hair that fanned from his hand and down each of his fingers.
‘You have nice hands,’ she said.
Luiz couldn’t help himself. His hand came up and settled over her breast, her tight little nipple pressing against his palm. He heard her draw in a breath, saw the flash of pleasure on her face. Felt the thunderous roar of his lust charging through his body like a wild bull on a stampede.
He spun her around and brought his mouth down to hers in a crushing kiss, heat exploding like a volcano as his tongue found hers. The hot, sweet wetness of her mouth made his longing for her body all the more intense. He could feel his erection straining against the zip on his trousers. He pulled her as close to him as it was possible to be while still clothed. Her breasts were jammed against his chest, her hips flush with his, her thighs tangling with his in a desperate attempt to get even closer. She made soft little mewling sounds of approval in her throat, her arms snaking up around his neck, her clever little fingers spreading through his hair, tugging and pulling and caressing.
He could feel the scrape of his stubble along her skin as he shifted position, reminding him again of her softness against his hardness. His tongue found hers again, coiled around it, danced with it, taunted and teased it until it finally gave in to his command.
He sucked on her lower lip, and then he used his teeth to nip and tug at the tender flesh, following it up with a sweep of his tongue and then repeating the process.
Her tongue flicked against his, a sexy little payback that heated his blood to sizzling. Her teeth got into the action, biting him like a tigress did an aggressive mate, showing him she was not going to submit without a fight.
Luiz had never experienced a more enthralling kiss. His whole body was feeling the supercharge of it. Nerve endings were firing in his lips, sensations were racing up and down his spine, and his thighs were trembling with the pressure of holding himself in. He knew if she so much as put her hand on him he would blow.
The doors of the elevator sprang open and he had a deer-in-the-headlights moment as a camera flashed in his face. He smothered a rough curse and dropped his hands from Daisy’s hips.
‘Get a room!’ someone jeered.
Luiz grabbed Daisy’s hand and pulled her behind him. ‘Let’s get out of here.’
* * *
Daisy was bundled into a limousine within seconds of leaving Luiz’s hotel. He was still holding her hand, his long calloused fingers wrapped around hers in a bruising grip. High on his aristocratic cheekbones two flags of dull colour were showing beneath his tan. His coal-black eyes were fixed straight ahead but she had a feeling he wasn’t registering any of the lurid colour and excitement and craziness of the strip as they traversed the length of it.
‘Are you angry with me?’ she asked.
He glanced at her as if he had forgotten she was there. ‘No. Why do you ask that?’
She indicated her hand trapped within his. ‘You’re cutting off my circulation.’
He immediately relaxed his hold but he didn’t release her hand. Rather he began to caress it in slow, soothing strokes. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t realise.’
Daisy looked at his brooding expression. ‘Do the press follow you everywhere?’
‘Just about.’
‘Don’t you find it…annoying?’