Page 32 of Harvest of Love
“Are you as wet as I’m hard, baby?” I murmur against Daisy’s neck.
Once we left the Bianchis’ place, all I could think about was getting her naked and exploring every inch of her body. I’ll never have enough of this woman. My woman.
We barely made it inside the house before we’re tearing at each other’s clothes. On the couch, I strip her down until she’s left in nothing but her bra and silky panties. Daisy is a sight for sore eyes.
“Yeah, Manny. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life,” she says, timidly pulling me down to her.
“Coño, Daisy. I might sound like a macho man, but when you say things like that, I feel like the most powerful man in the world.”
I close the distance between us, laying a trail of kisses along her collarbone toward her shoulder. I hook my teeth under her bra strap.
“I’m so grateful for you, Manny,” she pants.
If I felt powerful before, I feel invincible now.
“Grateful? Do you like it when I do this?” I ask, drawing one perky nipple into my mouth. Her moan should be all the answer I need, but I’m insatiable when it comes to hearing her say how I make her feel.
She bucks beneath me, seeking friction. I pull back, releasing her nipple with a wet pop.
“Tell me.” I hold her gaze, waiting for the words I want.
“Yes, Manny. I love how good you make me feel.”
My grin turns wicked as I descend on her again. This time, I’m not stopping until she screams my name so loud the neighbors wake. I want the whole town to know Daisy Hart is mine—and soon she’ll share not only my home but my last name.
A sharp vibration sounds somewhere in the house. Half-asleep, I roll over to pull Daisy close, but her spot is empty.
Reluctantly, I get up, use the restroom, then pad into the family room.
“Manny—it’s Tommy!” Daisy all but shouts.
I’m instantly awake.
When I look down, I realize I’m buck naked. Daisy’s wrapped in a throw blanket that does a lousy job covering my favorite parts of her body.
“Shit. Let’s go to the bedroom,” I mutter, sprinting back. Daisy’s hot on my heels.
“Papi!” Tommy chirps the second he pops up on the screen. I’m so out of it, I didn’t even realize it was a video call.
One look at myself on camera sends me into full panic mode. My hair’s a tangled mess—thanks to Daisy tugging on it every time I made her come last night.
“Hey, bud. How are you?” I flash my best smile, but he knows something’s off. I’m never in bed after seven, and I’mdefinitelynever shirtless on a call.
“Is everything okay? You seem weird,” my very smart kid says, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“Yes, of course everything is okay. I just decided to sleep in today. I usually never have the chance to.” The words tumble out so fast I’m surprised I don’t give myself whiplash.
“Okay…” Tommy says, clearly not buying it.
“Can I call you in, say, half an hour? I’ll get changed, and you can tell me how yesterday went with your mom and what plans you have for the rest of the weekend.” I’m practically begging him with my eyes to hang up.
Whatever face I make must be hilarious because Daisy giggles, and I turn my gaze to her.
“Aren’t you alone, Papi?”
Shit.
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
