Chapter 104

“More,” he says, in a voice so thick with desire I’d melt my panties if I were wearing them. “I want to see you. I want to see how wet you are.”

I lick my lips and lift my ass just enough to grab my skirt and pull it up to my hips. Then I sit back down with my legs even wider apart. The leather is less cold than I imagined, and I know why: my whole body is hot, burning with desire.

“Oh, fuck, Gabriela.” His voice is heavy with want as he devours me with his eyes, paying special attention to my sex, now in full view—and yes, very wet.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“You.” Two simple words, but they hold everything. Passion. Pain. Fear. Longing.

This is an escape. A release. A way to push back against the fear of imminent arrest. A way to forget what he just did, which may have made his situation worse.

“You already have me,” I say, meeting his gaze, knowing he understands I’m completely serious. “Just tell me how you want me.”

He shakes his hea