He peeled my leggings to my thighs, then stepped back like he needed space just to look.
I lifted my sweatshirt, blocking his view. “Rosa.” A shy smile hit my lips. “I still remember my colors.”
His jaw flexed, gaze burning through me. “There’s one part of you I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing yet.” Then came the order: “Turn around. Arms on the piano. Bend over.”
My sweet guy had left the cabin. And I was here for it.
I obeyed. Piano in front of me, my ass on display.
The moment his hands landed on my flesh, I flinched from sheer anticipation.
“Perfect.” He squeezed my ass cheeks. “I’m going to put my hands between your legs now. Okay?”
“Alex?”
“No,” he said, pressing his erection against my ass. “Alejandro from now on.”
Well then.“Alejandro.” I sighed. “You have my blanket permission. Anything. Everything.”
He groaned, fingertips digging into my sides.
“And while I usually don’t take orders ...” I bit my lip. “I want you to boss me around.”
His hand slid over the curve of my ass, down between my thighs.
“I think I can manage.” His breath was hot against my ear as his fingers moved under the lace.
My knees buckled. My fists clenched against the piano.
“You’re soaked.” A mix of Spanish and English came from him next as heat flooded through me.
He pumped his fingers in and out with perfect control.
And everything else disappeared.
The mission. The betrayal and chaos. It was just him. Just me. Justus.
“Come for me.” His voice, commanding and deep, dragged me over the edge.
I ground back on his hand, chasing every ounce of pleasure.
“That’s my girl.”
He withdrew his fingers and gently fixed my leggings, all before I could blink. He spun me around and lifted me back onto the piano.
His hand, smelling like sex, cupped my jaw as he kissed me like a man possessed.
Yeah. We’d just donethat.On a piano. With no lock. No door. And my brother and Reed down the hall.
“We need you.”
Speaking of . . .
At Ryder’s bad timing, I went still. “Aw, shit.”
Alejandro backed away from me, and I jumped off the piano, trying to shield him with my body as he worked to down-boy his hard-on.
“Hi, what’s up?” I faked casual, crossing my arms once I’d turned toward my brother.
