Page 15 of Harvest of Love
When I glance at Daisy, her eyes are locked on me.
“What?” I ask, suddenly overwhelmed by her attention.
“Nothing, I was just enjoying watching how your mind works,” she says with a shrug and a smile.
I frown.
“You were just so focused reading the menu. It’s like you were trying to figure out a math problem.”
She doesn’t mean anything by it, but heat crawls up my neck anyway. I flap my jacket like a fan, and Daisy laughs.
Yeah, Manny, real smooth. You’re killing this date.
“Yeah, the smallest crease forms right here.” She reaches out, tapping the spot between my brows with her finger.. The touch is brief, but I love feeling her so close.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever been called out for concentrating before,” I admit. “Especially not over something as trivial as coffee.”
“Oh no, I hope I didn’t upset you.” Daisy leans closer, her voice low. “I just find it extremely sexy how smart you are.”
I arch a brow, every drop of blood in my body heading south. I’d forgotten what it was like to be teased in a way that made me feel wanted.
Clearing my throat, I shift, trying—and failing—to adjust my growing erection. Daisy notices, of course, and doubles over in laughter.
“And you dare laugh at the reaction you cause in me?” I tease, falling into a lighter tone as the line inches forward.
“Well, yes, Doctor. Why? Are you going to punish me?” Her eyes glint with desire, and I inhale sharply through my nose.
I can’t do any of the things I want to do to her. Not here. Not in public.
Instead, I close the distance and pull her into my arms.
“Behave, bebecita. Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you in the most delicious ways imaginable.”
Daisy whimpers, biting her lip, and I lose all restraint.
I tilt her chin with my finger and taste her lips. First, a soft brush, then firmer—hungrier. Her arms loop around my neck, and I press my hard dick against her. She parts her lips for me, and I deepen the kiss, greedy for more.
For some reason,Bittersweet Symphonyby The Verve starts playing in my head—my soundtrack for core memories. It played in my head when Tommy was born, and again the first time he saidPapi.
Fuck. She tastes like forbidden fruit—and mine. I already know I’m addicted.
A tap on my shoulder snaps me back, and I break the kiss far too soon.
“Sorry,” I murmur to the person behind me, but my eyes never leave Daisy’s.
She giggles, rises on her tiptoes, and presses another peck to my lips. “That kiss was worth the wait,” she whispers, resting her head on my shoulder.
Her words knock the air out of me. Part of me wants to believe this can be easy. Another part whispers I’m rushing into something that could change everything—for me, for her, for Tommy. Still, it’s a risk I want to take.
“I’m glad you think so, because it was completely unplanned.” I grin. “Do you wantto know a secret?”
She nods eagerly
“I had planned to kiss you at the end of our date. When I dropped you off at your place.”
Her eyes go wide. “Oh my. Thank goodness you didn’t wait that long. I might have died of anticipation.”
I chuckle, and she smacks my middle playfully.
