The jagged scratches are there. I’m sure he has them on his back too. I’m sure they’re on his arms and shoulders. I wanted to rip his skin off.
No pool or beach for him any time soon. What about all of us getting back in a room? How will he explain those marks?
He can’t say he’s stumbled upon a stray cat in Miami, booked a hotel room, and tried to feed and pet the poor thing.
He can’t say he picked up someone else, hired an escort, or ran into an old flame.
He’s not supposed to be with another woman.
Good luck, Alejandro.
As I said… I’m not very good at keeping a secret. Even when my mouth stays shut… I always find a way. And my nails didn’t do him a favor.
And yet, he says nothing about me branding him. They must sting like hell.
“Thank you so much for the food,” I say as if he’s baked the pastries himself.
They are so fresh I wouldn’t be surprised if they were baked overnight.
I drink water. And finally, feel much better. I feel so good I want to hit that comfortable bed. Too bad I’m time-pressed.
Despite what he said, I do need to go back. The sooner I return to the hotel, the better I will be. I can get some rest and be ready for what’s coming next.
I push to my feet.
Besides, I don’t want to stay in this hotel room after he walks out the door. I know how that feels. And I don’t like it.
“Is everything all right?” he asks, observing the shift in my expression.
Some of those thoughts have transpired.
“Yes. You have to leave… I guess,” I say softly, closing the space between us.
“Yes…” he murmurs, bringing his hand to my face.
He slides it down until he meets my shoulder and wraps his fingers around my neck, moving his stare down as if wanting to make sure everything looks fine.
I watch his face while he does a swift inspection.
And then unexpectedly lowers his lips and kisses me. Swallowing my moment of surprise, I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him back.
His arms drape around my body as our kiss, that smells like coffee, strawberry, and powdered sugar, begins to have the scent of passion again. Perfume, cologne, body wash, and sweet warmth with tiny beads of sweat.
“I should leave,” he says just as my pussy tingles, and he gets hard again.
“Yeah… You should,” I say, not at all convinced.
He seems amused by the tone of my voice, his eyes diving into mine, his thumb brushing over my cheek.
“I’ll see you tonight, cariño…”
“With them…” I murmur.
His smile broadens as if he’s waited for me to say that.
“Yes, with them… Many more things will happen until then.”
“And us?”