4. Davi

Chapter 4

Davi

I pace the living room, dying to see Becca again. This need to constantly be around her is new and unexpected. I've never had this reaction to another woman before.

And I'm loving it.

I ordered the food, and since I own the hotel, it doesn't take long for the feast to be delivered. There are many perks to being in charge, and this is a big one. The food is spread out on the dining table, waiting for Becca. I don't know what she might like, so I got a choice from every category. I made sure to get a hamburger and fries, so if nothing else appeals to her, at least there's some American cuisine that can't fail.

The door opens, and I turn around. Her soft footsteps pad down the hall, the anticipation rising with each pitter- patter. And once again, I'm entranced by the angel coming toward me. Her hair is damp, pulling the strands into coils, and her face is rosy from the steam shower.

How I wish it were me causing that cherubic coloring. She truly is an anjo — angel.

Clearing my throat, I choke out, "You look refreshed." My body vibrates to get closer to her as she's hotter than any steam shower could ever possibly be.

Becca rests her hands on her chest, and I drop my gaze to her breasts. I want to lick my lips as I imagine licking her skin and kissing her nipples. I grow uncomfortable and force my eyes to rise to her face, and luckily, she didn't catch my little faux pas as she's smiling big.

"That shower…" She rolls her eyes to heaven, and my mind flashes to her doing the same thing in more pleasurable activities. "Truly amazing, Davi. Thank you for being so nice to me."

" Anjo , you are worth being nice to. Now, come, have some dinner. You need to keep your energy up for everything we're going to do."

Becca stumbles on her own feet but catches herself. "We're not having sex, Davi!"

Chuckling, I rub my hand behind my neck. "Ah, as much as I would love to make love to you, I have an event tomorrow, and I abstain before competitions."

Becca eyes me warily as she walks closer to the table and takes the seat I hold out for her. "You know they've debunked that superstition," she says.

I sit with a grin, looking through my lashes at her. "Oh, so sex is on the table?"

She rocks the table. "It seems like it could hold both of us."

Her comment forces me to thrust my head back and laugh hard as she's taken me by surprise. " Anjo , I think we shall get to know each other first, then we go from there."

Watching her face blush at my words makes me forget the shower as I imagine us together. Shaking my head, I open the three cloches where a salad, the burger and fries, and the local dish feijoada appear in front of her.

"This is a Brazilian dish–pork in a beef gravy with stewed beans and vegetables. Ours cooks for two days the traditional way."

The scent of the food has her sniffing it, and she groans as she bites her lips. My pants no longer have much room as I sit in discomfort. She points at the feijoada, and I pick it up and place it in front of her.

"Ahhh, a risk taker." I love that she's eating local cuisine. It fills me with pride and inspires me to nourish her.

Becca digs in, and I love watching her gusto with the food. A woman who eats with abandon is the sexiest woman ever. Every size is beautiful, but I like to know they nourish their souls and bodies well.

A heavy moan escapes her mouth, and I fight back my own. "Oh, my God. This is incredible. So savory and so many flavors!"

Pleased she likes the dish, I grab the salad.

"Oh, was this meant to be yours?" She waves a forkful in front of her face before shoveling it into her mouth, and I smile.

"Nah, I can eat any of them. I'm just starting with this."

She nods and continues to enjoy her food. We eat in silence while I watch her. She makes happy little noises as she eats as if her spirit is being satiated. She even dances a little in the seat, and I can't help but imagine what it'll be like to have her hips dancing on my lap.

Her face is full of pleasure, and I love seeing her like this. When I first saw her, she was so guarded, but now I wonder what it'll take for her to drop her caution completely and be free.

"Why are you in Rio?" And will you stay forever?

Becca delicately lifts her napkin and wipes her mouth. "Short story. I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend, but he broke up with me last week."

I stop chewing my food and tip my head toward her as if asking her to repeat herself. Who in the world would break up with this gorgeous creature?

She shrugs and sighs. "And then he said I didn't have the guts to come here alone."

Nodding, I sit back. "Well, you proved him wrong."

Her lip quivers, and my arms lift to pull her into a hug, but I can see that's not what she needs right now. My mother always said, listen before touch and I have lived that mantra in my relationships.

"I don't know if I did. I feel like I'm in over my head, Davi." She drops her head, and I reach across the table and lift her chin lightly to look at me.

"As a person who is often in over my head in the ocean, I can tell you that as long as you keep your head above water, you'll be fine."

Her lips perk and she nods softly. "That's true. So why do you surf?"

"Why not?" It's never crossed my mind not to.

Her eyes search mine and I let her see all of me as best I can.

"What part of it do you enjoy the most?" she asks trying to get to the why.

I shrug. "I love crashing."

She lifts a brow. "Really?"

Shaking my head, I say, "No, but everyone says," I start my best Cali-surfer rendition, "'Man, I just love being inside the tube, just me and the wave.'"

She laughs. "Wow."

I swallow a bite of the salad. "I just want to be different. Plus, everyone crashes, eventually. Might as well enjoy it."

She shakes her head and gives a sweet smile. "You are different, Davi."

"And you are sweet, Anjo . I'd love you to come with me to the competition tomorrow… if you want to." I'm shy as I ask her, which is not normal for me, but I want her to be there so badly that it'll hurt if she says no.

Sighing as if she's not happy with what she's about to say, she says, "I'd love to."