‘Okay. Where should we start?’ he asked.
‘I think a five-day plan plus an additional two days for leisure. So a whole week,’ said Rebecca. ‘People could visit Lisbon or go over the border to Seville.’
‘You’ve been giving this some thought.’
‘Yes. And I think you could run the cycling and Pilates retreats concurrently because Pilates would be good strength-building for the cyclists.’
Felipe clapped. ‘That’s perfect.’
‘Perhaps if you invited your pro cycling friends to host guided routes, that would be quite a draw.’
‘I’m sure it would. Cycling fans are big fans.’
‘Fanatical, you could say,’ quipped Rebecca, her lovely smile lighting up her face.
Felipe metaphorically shook himself.Concentrate and stop drooling over her like a teenager!What the hell was wrong with him?
He just wanted to take her to bed again. That was all. While he was berating himself, she was already talking again, making so many operational suggestions it was obvious that she was the perfect person to set up and run the retreats.
When he blurted it out, she said, ‘Me?’
‘Yes. You’d be perfect.’
Her eyes shone as she gazed up at him. ‘Seriously?’
‘This would boost guest numbers in our low season. I think it could really work. You could stay here and run the retreats. Organise everything. Even payroll,’ he added with a wink.
‘Oh my goodness. I would love that.’
‘And you could run your own classes in the evenings.’
To his surprise, she jumped up from her chair and flung her arms around him, pressing her hot, sweaty body up against him, which he didn’t mind at all. ‘Oh, Felipe. That would be incredible.’
Without thinking, he yanked her onto his lap and kissed her soundly because he couldn’t resist her anymore. It was supposed to be a quick, friendly, impulse kiss, but the minute he tasted her salty mouth, he delved straight in, wanting her with a fierce, hot need.
Without hesitation, she responded, pressing closer to him, her mouth meeting his with equal enthusiasm. His lips ranged over hers, slowing now while he tugged her closer, exploring and teasing with languid strokes. When her hands tangled in his hair at the back of his neck and pulled him to her, he heard her low moan.
Eventually, they parted and he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything sexier than when she put her fingers to her swollen lips.
‘Well, that wasn’t in the plan,’ she said and he was pleased to see her chest heaving.
‘Who needs a plan?’ he said, raising his hand and pushing her finger out of the way to trace her lower lip with his index finger.
His groin tightened when her tongue reached out and licked his finger.
‘Rebecca, it’s a good job we’re in public, otherwise I’d be taking you straight to bed.’
That was when he noticed her face fall and she made to move.
‘Don’t move.’
‘Oh,’ she said, looking down.
‘Give me a minute.’
‘Sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this.’
‘We’re just enjoying ourselves.’
