Miguel looked at the door and then back at her. "Are you being for real right now?" He was beginning to get weary of her mood swings.
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"No, but you sure do look like you are about to cry if you don't release all that tension." Miguel took her hand and placed it on his chest.
"Take off the shirt, if that's what you want."
Gemma looked at her hand that was on his chest and then at his face, he quirked a brow at her and she started to unbutton his shirt.
As Miguel shrugged off his shirt, Gemma ran her hands along his taut muscles, tracing her fingers along his ink.
Miguel watched her with interest as she reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it. He allowed her to pull down his trousers, and he helped her.
Gemma bit her bottom lip as she looked at his bulging erection. Miguel thought she looked so fucking sexy doing that.