Chapter 6

The words are a live wire straight to my core. Show me what he taught you. Her heat is a brand on my hips, her need a palpable force in the air. She wants Carlos. She wants his dominance, and I’m the only conduit she has.

A switch flips inside me. The last vestiges of my nervousness evaporate, burned away by the fire she’s stoking. My hands, which had been trembling, are suddenly firm and sure as they grip her hips. I flip us over in one swift motion, pinning her beneath me on the mattress. A gasp of surprise punches out of her, but her eyes are alight with wild excitement.

“You want to be tasted?” I growl; the cadence, the low rumble, is pure Carlos. “Then lie still.”

She melts into the sheets, a willing offering. Her arms stretch above her head, her back arching, presenting herself to me. God, she’s beautiful. The morning light catches the pale, creamy expanse of her stomach, the perfect, surgeon-enhanced curves of her breasts, and the dark, neat triangle between her legs that’s already glistening with her desire.

I don’t start there. I follow his unspoken lesson. I make her wait.

My mouth descends on her neck, not with the gentle kisses of a son, but with the hungry, open-mouthed possession of a lover. I lick a hot, wet stripe up her throat, and she whimpers, her fingers digging into the pillow. I bite down gently on her earlobe, and her entire body shudders. “Adam... ”

“Quiet,” I command, and she falls silent, her breath coming in ragged pulls.