Page 99 of Keepsake

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.

A shiver ran down my spine.

“Quick, Logan,” he said when I didn’t jump to his command. “I’ve waited too long.”

Did he? Did we? Even as he asked me to do it myself, I felt his hand helping my sweater up, tossing to the side as he grabbed my face and came in for a torturing kiss, my body melting into his.

The camisole went next. I couldn’t help the smile when I noticed Alvaro’s staggering expression when he noticed I had no bra on.

“Killing me…” he rasped but never finished the thought as his mouth was taking a nipple. I whimpered, holding on to his shoulders.

“That fucking blush kills me every time.” His teeth grazed a nipple as he went up to his full height.

He reached to his back, bringing the T-shirt over his head, and he tossed it to a corner of the room. My eyes took a second to watch him from one shoulder to the other. Smooth brown skin, tattoos everywhere my eyes could see. I licked my lips and pushed my skirt down at the same time as my underwear. I ignored my heart when I found myself naked in front of Sofia’s big brother again.

His thumb went to my chin, opening my mouth as he claimed my lips, his tongue invading, twirling around. A moan escaped when our skin touched. He kissed me slowly, and I felt his erection rubbing on my stomach, begging to be let out.

His arm came around my waist, lifting me up. I never stopped kissing him until he dropped me on the bed. I watched from the edge, his breathing coming out shallow from his lungs.

I rose to my elbows and waited.

“Hair down, Jefa,” he commanded.

I tugged on the hair tie and let my brown hair down over my shoulders. He swore softly in Spanish, making me smile.

It took one look, my eyes going down to his shorts and then back to his eyes. Questioning. He pulled his shorts down, showing himself to me.

I saw him before, but the air got stuck in my lungs, anyway. Close to his tip, a piercing went through it, one ball on each side. And at the base, over his cock, another barbell.

“Stop looking at my cock like it is going to ruin you for other men,” he growled, taking himself at the base, a shudder going through his body.

“I didn’t think we were supposed to lie to each other.” I smirked.

He stopped, his Adam’s apple bobbing, jaw ticking. For a second I thought I said something wrong, but he shook it off and came to me.

His body covered mine, his hand on the back of my neck bringing me up for a kiss full of everything that was missing in my life. Alvaro was it. The air in my lungs, the power, the desire. He was a storm taking over.

“Condom.” He bit my shoulder hard enough to make me moan.

I reached for the bedside table, one handed, as he kissed me, rubbing his cock on me again and again, the friction driving me wild.

When I had the foil package between my fingers, he sat on his knees. “Put it on me.”

He looked like a Greek god sitting on his legs, his powerful thighs apart, his cock hard, waiting for his demands to be fulfilled.

I scrambled to sit up, ripping the foil with my teeth. I reached for him, unable to stop myself from touching his piercing.

Alvaro hissed, his head thrown back. “Jefa.”

I loved that quality in his voice. It undid everything tight inside me. Watching for his reaction, I lowered my head and took his tip to my mouth, my tongue playing with the piercing.

His hand quickly came to the back of my head, holding me in place. Feeling confident, I licked him from root to tip, drenched when he groaned my name.

His fingers twitched, gripping the hair away from my face. I felt his eyes on me as I bobbed up and down his length.

“Look at me, Jefa. Show me what you’re doing.”

My eyes flew to him. He smiled in approval, humming under his breath. “Look at you. Open that mouth, Logan. Take more.”

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