What the fuck had just happened? I pulled the blankets over my legs and removed the ice pack from my forehead. The bleeding had stopped, but I still felt shocked. Things had escalated fast—so fast. Alejandro came into the room, his questioning innocuous. Then he touched me, oh God, it felt so good and all he did was run one finger over my collarbone. If only he touched more of me… My pussy quivered. I closed my eyes and let out a breath. Part of me was mad I pushed him away. If I hadn’t, we could be having sex right now. My mouth was suddenly dry. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. He wanted me. That was obvious. When his erection pressed against me, I wanted him too. I wanted him to tease me, to make me want him. “Fuck,” I muttered. Just minutes after he had left the room, someone came in to attend to my wounds. All I needed was a Band-Aid and an icepack, nothing serious. Was that enough to prove Alejandro cared about me? I set the icepack on the nightstand and thought back on the last twenty-four hours.
