Chapter Thirty-One Audrey
Chapter Thirty-One
Audrey
“I lied,” I whispered. “I don’t just feel something. I feel everything.” The most honest words I’d said in years. Raw and unfiltered.
Now I had to wait for him to react. To show me he heard me.
He didn’t speak. Just stared at me like he was seeing through every wall I’d ever built—like he recognized the fear in my honesty because he carried the same fear.
The air was thick from what he didn’t say, and then he swallowed.
And just like that, the tension shattered.
His mouth covered mine, taking hold of my bottom lip. No hesitation and no holding back.
“Panties,” he growled. “What color lace?” He pulled back, eyes fierce and burning with lust.
I found the strength to be bold. To not back down and hide inside a shell of shyness. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
His brows drew tight, chest rising sharply. He murmured something in Spanish that slid like velvet down my spine.
“There’s no lock,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“There’s no door.” And I didn’t care. I hadn’t felt this free since the last time I performed onstage.
“Problem is . . .” He leaned in, lips grazing my jaw. “I don’t want to just look.”
“So tell me. What do you want?” I needed him to say it, to let his words crawl over my skin and burrow deep.
He slid the back of his hand down my arm, slow and reverent. “I want to touch you. Taste you. Make you feel everything.” His mouth brushed my ear. “I want you to know how much I . . .”
How much you what? I threaded my fingers through his hair and whispered, “Be reckless with me. Just for a minute.” I lightened my tone, teasing, “No door. No lock. No problem.”
His breathy laugh tickled the side of my neck. “That minute worth getting caught?”
“No.” I swallowed. “Yes?”
He leaned back, studying me like he was strategizing the best way to make me come without losing his mind.
His gaze raked down my body, his thumb a gentle whisper across my bottom lip. “You need to get off.”
“I know,” I said with a laugh.
He grinned. “No, I mean off the piano.”
“Ohhh.” I slid down from the Yamaha and landed straight into his arms.
“This is risky. You sure?”
“I need you touching me more than I need anything right now,” I admitted. “And there’s no one I’d rather risk it with.”
He nodded. “I’m going to lower your pants now. That okay?”
“Yes, please.”
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. Just us.
“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 done that. 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.
Ryder shook his head, cursing under his breath without making eye contact. “Thirty seconds. Then the den.” He left as quickly as he’d interrupted.
“Think a casual ‘anyway’ would have worked on him?” I teased, trying to relieve some of the tension. “I know. Crappy joke. But at least he came in after you’d removed your hand from between my legs.”
Alex squeezed his eyes closed while adjusting himself. He was probably internally swearing, blaming himself for losing control.
“Should we talk about what happened before we join them?” he asked once he’d fixed his attention back on me.
“Mm. I think that conversation involves more than thirty seconds.” I pointed to his crotch. “So, um, does it always take you that long to . . .”
“You really are dangerous,” he whispered, then hit me with a much-needed smile. “And no, this is an all-your-fault problem.”
“I kind of like being the cause of that problem.” I set my hand on his chest, finding his heart beating strong and steady.
“I bet you do.” He murmured something in Spanish that sounded entirely too sexy when we needed to wrap this up.
“Well,” he said while leaning in, dropping his forehead against mine, “just so you know, when we do have time for that talk, I’ll be ready for it.
No disappearing on you. We’re in this together. ”
“Together and now in the same boat, from where I’m standing.” I worked my lip between my teeth, my emotions suddenly all over the place as the reality of what happened between us kicked in. “I don’t know if we’re still at the bottom . . . or making our way back to the top.”