With a gasp, she met his gaze. “You want me,” she breathed.

“Yeah, but what I want, I can’t have. At least not on this dance floor.”

She bit her lower lip and kept moving against him, practically glowing as if it were her greatest wish to drive him as insane with lust as he could possibly get.

Mission accomplished.

But two could play this game. Eyes locked, he dragged his hand up from the curve of her ass, his fingers scoring lightly up her back to tangle in her hair. With a gentle tug, her throat was exposed, and his mouth instantly covered the curve between her shoulder and neck. His other hand rested lightly on her hip as he started moving slowly in time with the driving bass of the music.

She moaned low in her throat and closed her eyes. The lights above them blinked and changed color to the beat of the band. Diego couldn’t have said what the song was, whether it was fast or slow. He couldn’t have said how many people were on the dance floor. Hell, he couldn’t recall his own full name. Because when she looked at him like she was, her eyes hot and dark, he could think of nothing at all.

“Diego?” she whispered.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Take me home.”

He couldn’t get her out of there fast enough, grabbing her hand, tugging her toward the dimly lit exit. Snippets of muffled conversations reached him, the vibrations of the music as they exited out into the night.

“Your place or the boat?” he asked when he had them on the road.

“Most definitely the boat,” Daisy said in his ear, a move that gave him the very best kind of shiver down his spine.

Twenty minutes later, they were walking down the marina dock towards his vessel. He was holding her hand because though the docks were lit, it was still tricky going at night. His body was on high alert, feeling tight and achy and anticipatory.

Given the way Daisy was breathing, she felt the same.

She stopped walking and turned to him. “Diego?”

“Yeah?”

“I lied before.”

He stilled. “When?”

“When you asked me if I wanted you to stay, and I said that it was too much pressure. That was the lie. I want you to stay.”

Chapter 8

Daisy had to practically run to keep up with Diego’s long-legged stride down the dock. She laughed breathlessly. “In a hurry?”

Since his answer was a low, nearly inaudible growl, she went from amused to almost having an orgasm in zero point four seconds. At his boat, he physically lifted her up and in, following so closely they were touching the whole time.

“On the top deck?” she asked hopefully, thinking about how it might feel to be pinned beneath him, the stars above, the sounds of the water surge slapping up against the boat…

“No,” he said. “Below deck.” He had a grip on her, tugging her to the stairs.