Revived (Revved Series Book 2) (27 page)

“Mmhmm. I bought it a few years ago. It was my favorite place to eat. They do the best Brazilian food in London. The place was going to close due to some financial difficulties. I really like the owner, and I didn’t want to lose my favorite place to eat, so I bought it. I invested some money in renovating it and then advertising. Now, it’s doing really well. Victor still runs it for me, and I mostly keep out of the business side of things.”

“You’re a sweetheart.”

I give her a look. “Leandro Silva, a sweetheart? No fucking way. Business savvy. Best racing driver ever. Hot as fuck, definitely.”

She laughs, and the sound pulls at my heart.

I reach over and take hold of her hand. I press a kiss to her soft skin. She curls her fingers around my hand, and I hold it resting on my thigh.

“Have you tried Brazilian food before?”

“No. Will I like it?”

“You like meat?”

She grins, biting her bottom lip, and I know exactly what she is thinking. I love the dirty in her mind. She looks so classy and wholesome on the outside, but underneath all that, she likes it rough and dirty.

“Will there be sausage?”

I let out a dark chuckle. “No, but I can provide the sausage later—when we get back to my place.”

“Definitely.” She runs her tongue along her lower lip, and my cock nearly explodes.

“So, maybe while we’re at the restaurant, you can teach me about those Brazilian phrases you say when I have that sausage in my mouth.”

Holy fuck.

“You are so fucking sexy.” I let go of her hand and glide my fingers up her bare arm. When I reach her shoulder, I push my fingers into her hair, tiling her face my way. “After dinner, I am taking you straight back to my place, getting you naked, and fucking you into next week.”

“I can’t wait.” Her offered smile is sexy as hell.

It’s not long before I am pulling up to my restaurant. It took all my strength not to spin the car around and take her straight to my place. But I want to give her a proper date. I don’t want her to think that I am just all about fucking her even though that is all I think about when I’m with her and not with her. But I want more from her. I want it all, and I want her to know that, too.

“Eduardo’s,” she reads the restaurant sign.

“My father. I renamed the restaurant after him.”

Turning off the engine, I climb out of the car and move fast around it to open her door.

I take her hand as she gets out. “Thank you. I can’t remember the last time a man opened a car door for me. Actually, I think it was…never.” She giggles.

“Well, get used to it because you’re with me now. I am always going to open your doors.”

Leaning in, I press a gentle kiss on her lips, loving the soft moan she makes.

As I move back, she rubs her thumb over my lips. “Lipstick.”

“Have I told you how much I love your red lips?”

“You told me quite a few times last night.” A spark of mischief enters her eyes, and it has my cock sitting up and paying attention,

“You know, I could have met you here. Save you driving out to my place and then back on yourself.” She’s referring to the fact that we’re in Mayfair, a few minutes from my house.

“No way would I ever have you meet me out. We are on a date, and I pick my girl up for our dates.”

“I like it when you call me that.”

“My girl?” I stop at the door.

“Mmhmm.”

“Well, you are.”

The smile she gives me leaves me feeling a little breathless.

I open the door, letting India through first. The smell of this place always reminds me of home.

“Mr. Silva, good evening. I have your table ready for you.”

“Thank you, Miguel.”

I follow Miguel to the table I requested, which is a booth in the back. The restaurant is busy tonight, but the positioning of this booth gives us total privacy. Just what I want with India.

India slides into the booth. Instead of sitting opposite her, I take the seat next to her. I plan on having my hands on her a lot this evening.

When we’re seated, we order our drinks, and Miguel leaves us with the menus. I don’t need to open mine. I know everything on this menu.

India removes her jacket, and I am greeted with an amazing view of her cleavage from the plunging neckline of her dress. My cock starts to harden. She opens her menu, leaning forward to read it, and I can see straight down her dress.

“What’s best to eat here?” she asks without looking at me.

“Everything. But I’m only hungry for one thing right now—you.”

Her eyes lift to mine.

“You look seriously hot in that dress.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I more than like it.”

She bites her lip, and my cock jerks. Her lip biting really does it for me.

“Are you ready to order?” Miguel appears back at the table with our drinks.

I have to contain my growl of annoyance at the interruption.

“Do you want me to order for us both?” I ask India.

“Sure.”

I quickly place our order with Miguel, so he can fuck off and leave us alone.

“This place is amazing.” She picks her wine up, taking a sip.

“Thank you.”

“I can’t believe you own a restaurant and that I didn’t even know about it.” Smiling, she shakes her head. “I thought I knew a lot about you, but I feel like there’s still so much for me to learn.”

“Ask me anything. I’ll answer. You know that.” I give her a look, referring to our sessions, where I wasn’t exactly shy on divulging information.

“Any more businesses that I don’t know about?”

“No. Just the one.”

“How old were you when you started racing cars?”

I shrug. “Young. A teenager.”

“First race you won?”

“Well, aside from the illegal street racing I used to do…” I see her eyes flash with danger. “A junior rally championship back home in Brazil when I was fourteen.”

“So, you were a bad boy when you were younger?”

“I’m still bad now.” I grin.

She rests her elbow on the table, chin in her hand. “I bet being the hot racing bad boy got you a lot of girls.”

“I did all right.” I give a lazy shrug.

“First serious girlfriend?”

“Larissa Garcia.”

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Sixteen.”

“With Larissa?”

“No. With Larissa’s older sister, Marisa. She was eighteen.”

“You’re kidding?” She lets out a shocked-sounding laugh.

“No. It was why Larissa and I broke up. I was a bit of a shit when I was a kid.” I chuckle, pulling a face.

“And as an adult.” She raises a brow in reference to my conquests, which she knows all about from our therapy sessions. The only downside of dating my therapist.

My playful mood takes a quick nosedive.

“That’s who I was. I am not that man anymore.”

“I know,” she says softly, her hand touching my face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

I bring my eyes to hers. “No, you weren’t wrong. I just want you to know, that guy before…he is in the past. You are my future.”

The happiness that shines in her eyes makes my heart beat faster.

“You’re my future, too.” She leans in and kisses my lips. “I love you, Leandro.” Her words whisper over my skin, heightening my need for her.

I take over the kiss, my hand in her hair, tilting her head back so that I can kiss her deeper. My other hand grips her hip, pulling her closer to me. She makes a mewling sound in the back of her throat, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.

I break off from the kiss, breathing heavily, as I stare into her dilated eyes. “You want to know something else about me?”

She nods.

“I get off on making my beautiful girlfriend come in public places.” I move my hand down to her thigh, and slip my fingers under the hem of her dress.

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t falter, doesn’t look away from me.

“Could we be seen?” she whispers, sounding breathless.

“Only if someone comes over.”

Excitement flares in her eyes. Then, her legs part in invitation. A shiver of pleasure ripples down my back, heading straight for my cock.

I angle my body toward her so that if someone does come over, all they’d see is my back. I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. My fingers meet with silk panties that are damp already.

“You are wet for me,” I whisper. Leaning in, I press my lips to her throat.

“Always.”

I run the tip of my finger over her panties. She squirms against my hand. Wanting to feel her, I push the fabric aside and slip a finger inside her. She moans a little too loud, so I capture her mouth with mine.

“Hush. No sound, babe. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and make you come all over my hand, and you can’t make a sound.”

My eyes stare into hers as she whispers, “I’ll be quiet. Please make me come. I need this…
you
.”

On a growl, I start fucking her with my fingers, rubbing my thumb over her clit, loving the way she clamps around me so greedily.

I am so fucking turned on. I am either going to come in my pants or bend her over this table and fuck the hell out of her with everyone watching.

“Oh God…” she whispers, trembling against me. “I’m so close.”

“That’s it, India. Come for me. Show me what I do to you.”

Her eyes stare deep into mine, and I feel her orgasm erupt through her as she tightens around my fingers. Total bliss covers her face as her body shudders with her release. When she’s done, she falls against me.

I slip my fingers out, putting her panties back in place. “You okay?”

“I’m better than okay.” She lifts her head, eyes on me. “That was amazing.”

Her face is flushed from the orgasm, her lips swollen from my kiss.

“It was definitely something.” God, I need to be inside her so fucking bad. I don’t know if I can make it through this dinner.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She gives me a shy look.

I find it amusing, considering that, a minute ago, she had my fingers inside her while she came around them, and now she’s embarrassed.

“Believe it, babe, because we will be doing that often. I intend on making you come everywhere I can.”

I put the fingers that were just inside her in my mouth and suck her from me.

Desire reignites in her eyes. “How long will dinner take?”

“Why?”

“Because I want to get back to your place as soon as possible, so I can return the favor.” Her eyes flicker in the direction of my cock, which is straining against my zipper.

I thought she would never fucking ask. “We can get the food to go?”

Her eyes come back to mine, an undeniable heat in them. “Let’s do it.”

“
SO MUCH FOR DINNER
.” I laugh lightly as we walk through Leandro’s front door, the food containers in my hand.

“Hey, don’t blame me. You were the one who suggested it.”

“I know. I’m not complaining.” I sashay in front of him moving down the hall, heading for the kitchen. “Just wondering if we’ll make it through a date before checking out early and coming back here to have sex.”

“We’re going to have sex?”

I turn to see him standing in the doorway. A smirk on his sexy face.

Turning away, I put the containers on the breakfast island. “We could just eat if you’d like?”