Page 68 of Law Maker
Kaia rocked against me. Instinct made me push forward, then I jerked back, sobering. “Mi niña.”
“Hmm.”
She kept kissing me, her hand brushing my abs. Any lower and—
“Wait.” My swallow was thick. “Please.”
She cupped my face, eyes clouded with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything’s right.” I smoothed my palms down her back. “I just don’t want to rush with you.”
“Why?”
Because I was out of my depth. She was younger, inexperienced, and some part of me wanted to shield her from everything—including myself.
“Because we don’t need to,” I whispered. “There’ll be plenty of nights. We can wait until we’re ready.”
“You’re more than ready.” She giggled, shifting in my lap. “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, peque.”
I bit back a grin. Peque. Only she could get away with calling me that.
“Thank you.” I kissed her slow, savoring. Our tongues pressed together, and I buried my hands in her hair, holding her close, kissing deeper.
Her soft moan undid me. So did the way she clung, unwilling to let even a breath of distance between us. When we finally broke apart, I wrapped her tight so she wouldn’t get cold, both of us staring at the city lights glittering against the dark sky.
It turned into an unforgettable night—and I swore I’d give Kaia countless more worth remembering.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kaia
It was the day of Forward Racing’s anniversary party. Asher had left with Javi to pick up his suit, and they’d get ready at Alejandro’s. I only hoped the party went smoothly. We’d have to be careful not to spark Dad’s suspicions, but at least Asher and I would be in the same place.
Dad’s and Sharon’s voices rose downstairs. Before they could call me, I slipped into my black coat and left my room.
Sharon stood beside Dad in the foyer. Her blond curls framed her golden gown. For a moment, I wondered what it would’ve been like to attend the gala with Mom. Then I shook it off. She wasn’t here—Sharon was. And Mom wouldn’t want me drowning in sadness forever.
“You look pretty, Kaia,” Sharon said with a smile. “Red is definitely your color.”
My fingers tightened on my clutch as I glanced at the red gown. Would Asher like it? I couldn’t wait to see his face. “Thank you. You look beautiful, too.”
“We should go.” Dad checked his watch. “I hope Asher’s there when we arrive.”
“He’s never late to important events,” Sharon said, stepping out. “I’m sure he’s already at the venue with Javi.”
Dad locked the door, frown deepening. “We should’ve driven together. It’s important to project the right image.”
Heat climbed my neck at the memory of last night—Asher’s lips on mine. We’d been reckless. If Dad found out, grounding me would be the least of it. What would he do to Asher? Kick him off the team, ruin his career? The thought twisted my stomach. He couldn’t know.
The second Dad unlocked the car, I slid into the back seat, rifling through my purse to hide my nerves while Sharon reassured him yet again that Asher was waiting.
***
The hall buzzed with expensively dressed people, but Ash wasn’t among them. Sharon pressed her phone to her ear, flicking anxious looks at Dad while he worked the room, shaking hands with men in suits and women in glittering gowns.
I hugged my arms around myself, taking in the red-and-gold décor—the team’s colors everywhere, from balloons to the tablecloths.
“Good evening.”
