He absolutely takes me by surprise when he slides his middle finger inside my core.
“Oh…” I groan quietly under my breath, pulsing quickly, needing the friction so much.
He pushes another finger inside me and thrusts them deep into me. He has one hand latched onto my breast and two fingers moving into my center when I completely lose control and shake against his body, growling my frustration quietly, my nails scraping his thighs, drops of wetness rolling over his hand.
“You really like this…” he says, his voice completely shot.
He sounds like someone else. Like his voice has been dipped in smoke and tar and lust.
It’s dark and smokey.
He takes his hands away while I pull my dress together, catching my breath.
He clears his throat and turns his back to me for a moment, running a tense hand through his hair and adjusting his bulge.
I also catch him stroking himself.
I’m finished, but I’m not done, and there are so many things I wish I could do to him when a husky voice rings behind us before the man swaggers to us.
“It looks like you two need a room…” the man says, hinting he’s been watching us––perhaps for some time.
I swivel on my heel while Alejandro turns to him.
Roman Cardenas closes the space between us.
He no longer wears his tuxedo jacket or his bowtie. He sports dark pants and a sleek white shirt, unbuttoned at the neckline.
His hands are stuffed in his pockets when he stops in front of us. His gaze moves from Alejandro to me before going back to Alejandro.
He’s spent about a second on me while I study him furtively.
Tattoos spread across his forearms, and he looks even more like a villain than before.
He ticks his chin up to the top level.
“You can use my bedroom,” he says, talking to Alejandro and pulling his hand out of his pocket, handing him a key. “You have drinks and food upstairs… No one will interrupt you there, although I have a feeling you won’t be alone for long.”
He slants a knowing glance at me as if he is pretty familiar with our not-so-secret arrangement anymore.
“You two are hot together…” he comments before tipping his chin down in a quiet acknowledgment and walking inside.
My gaze lingers inside, looking for Kai and Francisco when Alejandro grabs my hand and makes me move.
A different world waits for us upstairs. The bedroom is large, open to the ocean, luxurious, and has a bed in the middle, large enough to accommodate several people.
I finally have a clear representation of what they had in mind last night. What their plans were, and how I completely destroyed them because I was pissed.
Alejandro tosses the key on a table before turning to me.
I remember that I had left my bag downstairs.
That is my last thought when he erases the gap between us. And now I remember the look on his face after he’d made me come.
And it’s the same stormy look he has on his face right now, a mix of frustration, impatience, unquenched lust, an urgency to get his hands on me, spread my legs, and feel me to the hilt.
He’s hungry like a beast, and I feed on his torment, holding his gaze while sliding my fingers inside my plunging neckline, riding it to the side, freeing a breast, and then the other one.
Under his very eyes, I run my hands over my shoulders, peel off the garment, push it down and step out of it. A gust of wind blows through my hair, tossing it all over my face and chest.