She cocked her head and studied him. “You grew up.”

He shrugged. “By trial and error, maybe. Mostly error. Like a shitload of error.” He smiled when she laughed again. “I’m staying on my boat.” Standing, he pulled her up and turned her to the railing. Moving in behind her, he pointed at the marina. “See that dock? Third one on the right?”

“You always wanted to live on a boat,” she breathed, incredibly aware of his body behind hers, guarding it against the chilly wind.

“I did.” He took his eyes off the water and looked down at her. “So. A wedding planner, huh?”

“An event planner.”

“It fits you,” he said. “You were always the one putting together all the parties and bonfires.”

“And you’re working on boats instead of at the family business.”

“You know I never wanted to carry on my dad’s legacy.”

Daisy did know that. But Diego had been pressured. Big time. “I’d love to see your boat.”

They got there in ten minutes. He helped her aboard and then moved ahead of her to give her the tour. At the bow, he helped her climb up to the upper deck, where they lay back to stare up at the gorgeous sky.

“It’s been a while,” she murmured.

He came up on an elbow and looked down at her and not up at the sky. “Yeah,” he agreed softly. “Too long of a while.”

She slid her gaze to him, and at the look in his eyes, her entire body tingled with awareness and anticipation and desire. “Diego?” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“There’s something else I want you to show me,” she murmured and pulled him down over her.

Chapter 5

Diego braced his weight over Daisy, hands on either side of her face, which was turned up to his. The look in her eyes whipped the smoldering heat between them to a raging, zero-percent-contained wildfire.

And maybe…maybe he still could’ve resisted if she hadn’t kissed him like he was literally her salvation. Maybe. But probably not. He’d never been able to deny her. “Daisy—”

“Don’t say no,” she murmured and rocked that sweet body up against his, all those warm curves he’d dreamed about more than he cared to admit. Say no? He didn’t have that kind of willpower.

So, he lowered himself to her and let their desire collide, chest to chest, hips to hips, one of his thighs nestled between hers. He had no idea what he thought he was doing. None. All he knew was that he had to have her. Even knowing this was a one-night thing, even knowing how much it would hurt afterwards, he didn’t care about anything but this, tonight, and he intended to make it last as long as possible. With that being his last rational thought, he dipped his head.

Her mouth trembled open, but he went for the hollow of her throat instead, kissing the soft skin there, then tracing his tongue over the spot before making his way to the crook of her neck. When she moaned, he scraped his teeth over her, and she gasped out his name as he sucked the patch of flesh into his mouth, fighting a burning desire to mark her as his.