Page 87 of Devil Mine

“Of course you’d drink something that moody,” I note, getting distracted by the way his black shirt stretches across his chest. His defined shoulders tighten the band of fabric around his chiseled arms. Masculinity rolls off him in confident waves. He’s a master at seduction even when stationary, even when he’s not even trying.

It’s distracting.

Maddening.

“It’s my father’s drink of choice. I grew up having it with him on our terrace while he taught me everything about the business.” He swirls the liquid around in the bottom of the glass, a thoughtful look taking his gaze somewhere faraway. “I think of him every time I have some.”

“Is he…”

He looks up at me, understanding my unasked question. “He’s still alive. He lives back home in Bogotá.”

Envy fills me at the fondness with which he speaks about his dad. Clearly they have a close relationship, even with the distance. When I ran away, my father made no attempts to even try and contact me. He hasn’t reached out now that I’m back and he knows I’m married.

“I’ll take you there one day and show you where I’m from. Show you the city that made your husband the way he is,amor.”

The pace of my heartbeat is unnatural, its cadence far faster than what the rest of my body can seemingly keep up with.

Thiago points at the bottle ofaguardiente. “What’s the verdict? Do you like it?”

Maybe it’s because of the way he looks at me, or maybe it’s the alcohol or even this entire sexually-tense moment between us. Whatever the reason, something loosens my tongue and makes me say, “At first sip, yes. But it’s hard to confirm without tasting it on the skin.”

He doesn’t immediately react.

Then his brow quirks. “What do you mean?”

“I know you didn’t go to uni so you really can’t be blamed for not knowing this, but the biggest lesson I learned there is that alcohol tastes better when done as a body shot.”

It’s a lie. I spent my time at Cambridge and Wharton with my head firmly in my books, studying and stressing over exams. The closest I've come to a body shot is spilling tequila on myself when someone bumped into me and licking the stickiness off my forearm.

But desire emboldens me to foolish heights.

And when he stands, his tall body unfurling to his full height above me, that desire spreads like wildfire throughout my entire body. He’s so close that I need to tilt my chin up to meet his gaze. I’m about to speak when he grabs his t-shirt by the collar and effortlessly removes it, stealing the words from my throat in the process.

Hissing out a breath, my gaze drops to the golden, tattoo-covered muscles rippling under the dim lighting. It’s like he’s been lit by a professional crew with state of the art equipment, every sinewy muscle of his looking carved to perfection.

I’ve seen him shirtless but never this close with this clear an opportunity to examine him. Dark tattoos of passion and anger and war artfully cover his entire torso. He’s built but lean, power exuding effortlessly off him without needing to rely on physical intimidation. Saliva pools in my mouth just watching him.

He’s magnificent.

Chiseled.

My fingers twitch by my side, longing to run through and trace those very visible grooves.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been staring.

I’m afraid I’d be mortified if I knew because when I finally look up into Thiago’s face, amusement curls his lips.

“If this is what you look like when you’re disgusted, I can’t wait to see the expression on your face when I sink inside your tight pussy.”

Before I can answer he bends at the knees and slowly lowers himself to the floor. He lays on his back, his arms crossed underneath his head. In this position, the muscles of his lower abdomen constrict and emphasize the defined V lines that disappear into his trousers.

I rip my gaze away from his stomach before I give in to every destructive urge I’ve been resisting since I walked into this room and do something stupid like pull his cock out of his trousers and suck him into my mouth.

It’s too late to try and walk this back, but I attempt anyway. “I wasn’t talking about doing a body shot off you. I meant it generally.”

He chuckles again, the sound both warm and infuriating, but his eyes flash in warning.

“You need to be put in your place.”

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