Luiz suddenly had a vision of Daisy with a brood of kids around her. Not just the ones she taught, but her own children. He could imagine a little girl with a dimpled smile and bright eyes and chestnut hair and creamy skin. He thought of a little boy with—
He jerked back from where his thoughts were heading. Kids meant commitment. Long-term commitment. A lifetime of commitment and care and concern and responsibility.
But, even so, an image kept popping into his head of a little boy with black hair and brown eyes, with a little starfish hand reaching for his…
‘You shouldn’t hate her, Luiz.’ Daisy’s soft voice jolted him out of his daydream. ‘Hate is such a destructive emotion.’
Luiz took a tendril of her hair and curled it around his finger. ‘I should let you get back to bed.’
‘Aren’t you coming too?’
He tucked the hair behind her ear. ‘You need a rest.’
‘But I’m not tired.’
‘I saw you wince when you got off the bed.’
She suddenly scowled at him and pushed his hand away to fold her arms across her body. ‘I wish you wouldn’t treat me like I’m made of glass. It reminds me too much of my father. Telling me what’s good for me as if I couldn’t possibly know myself.’
Luiz drew in a long breath through his nostrils. ‘I’m sorry for being so considerate. Maybe I should just throw you down on the bed and take my pleasure without any thought of yours, like that creep you picked up the other night would’ve done if I hadn’t stepped in.’
Her scowl fell away and her teeth bit down on her lower lip. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Forget about it.’
She came over to him and put a hand on his arm, looking up at him with those beautiful lake-blue eyes. ‘You let everyone think you’re a caddish man-about-town but you’re the most gentle and considerate man I’ve ever met.’
He put his hands on her upper arms, tensing his fingers just enough to remind her of the strength he had at his disposal. He felt her shiver under his touch and his body responded with a rocket blast of lust. He brought his mouth down to hers, shocked at the heat that exploded as his lips came into contact with hers. Her tongue tangled with his in a sexy duel that made his whole body vibrate with longing. Blood surged hot and strong to his groin, swelling him against the urgent press of her body.
He slipped her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. His hands moved over her silky flesh, cupping and shaping her until she whimpered her delight into his mouth. He moved his hands down over her hips, holding her to the throb of his need. She moved against him, wriggling her body to get closer.
He picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom, sliding her down the length of his body as he lowered her feet to the floor. Her mouth stayed locked on his, her tongue playing with his in an erotic dance that fired his blood. Her hands were everywhere—in his hair, moving up and down his back and shoulders, cupping his buttocks, touching him and stroking him until he was so primed he had to fight for control.
He bent her back down on the bed, rolling her over so she straddled him. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, half covering her breasts in a sexy pose that thrilled his senses. He reached for a condom from the bedside drawer and sheathed himself. ‘This way you can control the depth,’ he said.
She placed her hands either side of his head and lowered herself onto him, her mouth opening on a soft little gasp as her body accepted him. He kept his movements to a minimum, letting her do the work so she could control how much of him she took in. She began to move, slowly rocking, then building the pace as she found her sweet spot.
He began to move with her, taking her with him on a wave of pleasure that travelled through his body until he could hold back no longer. He felt her contract around him in tight spasms of release that triggered his own. He lost all thought as he gave himself to the moment of exhilaration, that wonderful moment when his body broke free from all restraints and soared.
He held her to his chest as she collapsed over him, her hair tickling his face and chest. He stroked his hand in lazy circles up and down her spine, over the curve of her bottom and then back up again. Breathing in the scent of her skin, the summer flowers and sensual woman fragrance that thrilled his senses in a way no other woman had before.
‘Your hands are like exfoliation gloves,’ she said against his ear.
Luiz felt a smile tug on his lips. ‘Glad I’m proving to be so useful.’
She raised herself up to look at him with a playful expression. ‘Are we done?’
‘Not yet.’
Her eyes danced in anticipation. ‘You mean you can go another round?’