“Malo’s here,” he says, filling the silence for the first time, and I look over at him as he drives into a parking spot.
“Your brother?” The question is out before I can stop it, and he grins—grins at me, because he knows I was working hard at giving him the silent treatment. “Don’t piss me off.”
“I can’t piss you off when you’re already pissed at me, baby.” His hand on my thigh slides farther between my legs, his fingers squeezing while his gaze wanders over my face to my chest, then down to where his hand is. I tighten my legs together to trap his hand and cover it with mine as heat pools between my thighs. My heart kicks into overdrive, and my breath catches when I feel his pinky run along the space between my skin and the delicate edge of my lace panties.
“So soft.” He licks his bottom lip, then lifts his head, our eyes locking. “So pretty.” His pinky does another swipe, causing my hips to jerk in surprise as it hooks under the lace. “So oblivious to the effect you have on men.” Another swipe. “But I know. I know what they’re thinking. I know every dirty thought they have when they look at you.”
“I can’t control what people think,” I snap, then gasp when he swipes his pinky once more, this time brushing the lips of my sex.
“You’re right; you can’t, but whatever this shit is that now lives inside me is a monster you created. A monster you fed with your beauty, your attitude, your smiles, and the softness you work so hard to hide. You gave all that to me, so now it’s mine, and I don’t like sharing it with anyone.”
Oh my God, why do I like that so much?
“So be pissed I didn’t want anyone to see you looking so fucking gorgeous that you took my breath away the moment you entered my office, or call me possessive or jealous for wanting this just for me. Really, I don’t give a fuck what words you use,” he growls, making me shiver. “The only thing I know is you’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted just for me, so sharing you goes against every single instinct I have.”
“You could have just said all that to begin with instead of ordering me to go change like I’m a child.” His brows dart together, and I clear my throat. “I don’t really like being told what to do.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that.” His gaze searches mine, then drops to my mouth. My belly dips, and I lean forward, drawn to him like a moth to a flame, then jump when there are three loud bangs. His body covers mine as I jerk back, then my eyes fly to the window behind him and blink at a very attractive guy with long dark hair, standing outside the driver’s door.
“Are you two going to make out or come inside?” the guy asks, grinning at me through the window.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Maxim tells me, removing his hand from between my legs, and I instantly miss his touch and also realize exactly how turned on he got me with just a few swipes of one finger.
“I heard that, and you know Mom would be pissed if you killed me,” who I’m guessing is Malo says, and I smile as Maxim shuts down the engine that was still running.
“Do not feed into him,” Maxim mutters, turning to look at me. “If you smile or laugh, he will think you think he’s funny, then he’ll never stop.”
“He’s a little funny,” I whisper, and he sighs, then his eyes go to my door and narrow. I turn to see what he’s looking at and notice Malo has moved to my side of the car. Just when he starts to reach for the handle, Maxim presses the lock button for the doors.
“Get the fuck away from her door,” Maxim orders.
“Aww, man, come on. Don’t be an idiot,” Malo says, looking across me to his brother.
“You’re not opening her door for her,” Maxim tells him, and I look at my guy, wondering if he bumped his head and I didn’t know about it.
“I’m a gentleman. Gentlemen open doors. You should know that. Mom taught it to both of us.”
“I’ll open her door for her,” Maxim bites out, and I shake my head and reach for the handle. “Do not open that.”
“Didn’t we just talk about you not telling me what to do?” I ask him, and his jaw clenches. “He’s your brother.”
“You have to get out at some point,” Malo taunts through the window. “Are you sure you like this guy, April? It’s obvious he’s a little off his rocker.” He rolls his finger around his ear.
“I’m going to kick his ass.”