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Go easy.
She is much younger than you.
There were so many reasons not to touch her. Yet, right at that moment, he couldn’t think of one.
She sat up, hiding her breasts from him. Fuck, he wanted to order her out of the bath and on her knees before him. To open her mouth so he could take it, claim it.
“Pequeña, what are you still doing in the bath? Have you been in here the whole time?” Worry filled him. It had been at least two hours since he’d left her.
You should have stayed and made sure she was all right.
Fuck. For the last ten years, business had come first, making money, building an empire, making himself the most powerful man in the country.
But something told him that he should have set that aside tonight.
For her.
This was all wrong. His priorities were all twisted.
“I tried,” she said in a raw voice as he crouched beside the bath. “I tried to get out. Several times. But every time I did . . . I saw more blood and I had to get back in, wash it off.”
Fuck.
Asshole. You told her you’d take charge. You practically forced her into it. Then you left her.
“I shouldn’t have left you.” It was the closest to an apology he could get.
“Why? It’s not your fault my brain has gone cuckoo.”
“Hey, do not talk that way. Today was . . . a lot.”
“What? You mean you don’t get shot at every day?” She attempted a smile.
“Actually, no.”
“Huh, that’s surprising.”
“Hey!” he protested.
This time, her smile was more genuine. “How is The Scot?”
“He’s fine. He’s tough as an old goat. He’s a terrible patient, though. Aaron will probably kill him before he fully heals.”
Her smile widened.
He ran his fingers through the water, frowning as he discovered it was cold. “This is freezing.” Now that he could see past all that naked skin, he realized there were fine trembles running through her body and that her lips were slightly blue.
Standing, he reached for a towel.
“I can do it,” she said.
“No. I’ll help you.”
“I don’t need help.”
“Pequeña, I’m not arguing with you.”
She sighed. Long and loud.
Sassy brat. She most definitely needed a spanking. Something that was apparently back on the table.
Good to know.
“I can get out myself. You can hold the towel for me,” she bossed.
He clenched his jaw, but nodded. “Fine.”
She gave him a shocked look.
She tried to get out of the bath, but she was obviously too exhausted or maybe too cold to get her limbs working properly and slipped back into the water.
Enough.
He had given her more leeway than he would anyone else.
But he would not allow her to harm herself.
Reaching down, he picked her up under her arms. And while a better man might have tried to avert his eyes.
He was not a better man.
So he took her all in. Her silky skin, the curves. She had a tiny waist and was wider in the hips. Her legs were short, but so smooth and gorgeous.
He could imagine wrapping those thighs around his head. The way she’d scream and pant and beg him for more as he drove her higher and higher with his tongue on her pussy.
Her breasts were full and tipped with hard nipples he wanted to warm with his mouth.
“Alejandro,” she said breathlessly.
“Si, Preciosa?” he asked as he set her down on the bath mat.
“Are you going to give me the towel?”
“No. I’m going to dry you off.”
“Do you think this is a good idea?” she asked.
A good idea?
“No.”
“So we shouldn’t, right? It would be silly to do . . . this?”
He started drying her, working on her arms. “To do what?”
“To . . . to sleep together.”
His gaze was caught on those full lips as she licked them. “Sleep together? Is that what this is leading toward?”
“You know what I mean . . . sex,” she whispered.
Damn. She was gorgeous.
She was blushing as she said the word sex. He really wasn’t the man for her. He didn’t think he could blush. For years, sex had just been a way to fulfill a bodily need. It had meant nothing to him.
But with her it would be different.
He knew that.
Knew he should walk away . . . but . . .
“Do you want to have sex with me?” he asked in a low voice. “Do you want me to give you pleasure?” He ran the towel over her breasts, taking his time drying her off. Inch by gorgeous inch.
She was still trembling slightly, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the cold.
Or from arousal.
He turned her so he could dry her back. Her hair was pinned up on her head, keeping it out of the way. It made it so much easier for him to place kisses down her neck and over her shoulders.
“Dios,” she muttered.
“No, not God,” he replied. “Alejandro. You call me by my name. Or you can call me Sir.”
