Grace's POV
My lips curled instantly. I hadn't expected Carlos to pick up on my shifting mood.
I thought I'd been masking my true emotions well enough.
"It's nothing. Why don't we set aside our issues and focus on what we were about to do? I know you want this just as much as I do," I said. I seized Carlos's hand resting on my waist and directed it toward my pussy. The lingerie still clung to my body, and I anticipated him taking the initiative to strip away my garments before we proceeded.
But Carlos remained motionless.
His lack of response puzzled me because I could feel his cock, obviously rock hard against me. He kept grinding against my ass, desperate for release.
So I glanced back over my shoulder to study Carlos's expression.
The man's eyes held their usual tenderness, though worry creased his features, adding to my bewilderment.
