Marco took her to the bedroom after Laura started dozing off on the sofa in his office.
When he laid her on the bed, he kissed her, having bottled up his desire for her for so long that his urge was to stay close to her for hours, memorizing the contours and temperature of her body. That woman was his, and no one would come between them. He still wanted to at least punch Pedro, but the guy wasn't at fault, and Laura would be upset if he hurt her protector. And he didn't want her upset with him, not now that he had finally made her his in every sense. He would go crazy if she closed herself off and kept him at a distance.
He knelt at her feet.
"How's the pain, honey?"
"Better."
His eyes sparkled, and Laura didn't know a man's eyes could overflow with desire in that way, but that's what
