Page 32 of Brazilian Revenge

When he leaned forward to clean her minor cut, he breathed in her citrusy scent. His entire body roared in awakening. He cleared his throat.

There she was, on the counter of a bathroom, completely vulnerable. Her eyes studied every single movement he made. When he raised his gaze to hers, there was a glint of desire in her gorgeous emerald eyes. A glint he knew all too well.

Leave.She parted her fleshy lips, welcoming him to join a club whose membership he shouldn’t renew. He had relapsed in Rio when they were both shaken by the news involving his daughter. What was the excuse now? Until he found Harry Clemonte, most likely there would be stress and tension, and he couldn’t use sex as a recreational drug.

He locked his spine in place, adamant on voicing what his brain processed, a decision, a strategy. But his betraying body had different plans, and before he managed to jerk away, he was lifting his hand to touch her hair.

He admired her under the light like she was some kind of a famous sculpture in a world-class museum. She leaned forward, her eyes not leaving his for a moment. Not surprisingly, his cock strained against his pants. She ran a finger along his jaw, and the touch sent electrifying currents through him. He took a deep breath, cursing his lack of self-control. How could this happen? The rationale from seconds ago dissolved in his mind like crushed ice in a scotch-filled bottle.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself that moment. She traced his facial features with her fingers, and he wondered when the last time was anyone had touched him so tenderly. Within the last year he’d dated a couple women, yes, mostly to distract from the intrusive memories of her. Satyanna Darling.

She linked her arms around his neck, and he dipped his head. He claimed her lips, too impatient for any finesse. She moaned, and tightened her grip on him. All he wanted was to slam her against the wall and fuck her fast and hard. But she had an injury, so he had to settle for quiet intensity. His tongue teased hers, his teeth grazing against her swollen lips. If that was a good way to punish her for having him toss his common sense into the trash, so be it. He had to keep his game somehow. She didn’t need to know about the alluring effect she had on him.

“So good…” she whimpered against his lips.

Her tortured drawl set his bloodstream on fire.

He held the back of her neck, his fingers kneading her skin, and deepened the kiss. Sliding his hands lower, he cupped her breasts and circled the hardening nipples over the lacy fabric. She leaned into his touch, her legs spreading, her sex no doubt ready for his.

Groaning, he pulled her to him and thrust his fingers into her curls, marveling in their rich, sultry texture. Satyanna was too sexy for her own good. And mine. The moans escaping her lips made his cock stir. Yes. Maybe due to her wound they couldn’t have intercourse, but there were certainly a number of things they could—

A cry stopped him in his tracks. A baby wailing. His, no, their baby.

Her eyes flew open, and before he could disengage from her, she was already pushing his chest away and recomposing. “I-I don’t have a shirt.”

He pulled his shirt over his head, fully aware he still had the sleeveless white undershirt. He could have suggested she look in Clemonte’s wardrobe, but he refused to see her wearing other men’s clothes. Why? He had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. “Take mine.”

She frowned at him, and for a beat he thought she was going to decline. Then she took it and slipped it over her, sliding down the counter. Maybe she did it too fast, or she finally realized the cut hurt when she moved, for her face tightened.

“You’re okay?”

She nodded. “I’m going to see what she needs.”

He followed her out of the bathroom. “I’ll come with. You shouldn’t pick her up from the crib. Let’s not upset the wound.”

Rubbing her forehead, she drew in a breath. “Right. Leonardo… I still want to leave ASAP.”

Leave. A part of him hated to dash out of the state where Harry Clemonte was last seen. By now, though, he was sure Jacinta had tipped him off, and chances he’d be back were slim. “I’m calling the pilot to have him wait for us at the airport.”

“T-thanks.”

He gave her shoulder a light squeeze. “Don’t worry. Nothing’s happening to you or the baby.”

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