Mads’s POV
“Wear a skirt for me.”
It wasn’t a suggestion. Theo knew it wasn’t either. Her cheeks flushed and I could scent the wetness gathering between her legs. That wasn’t how I wanted it to go. I didn’t want Theo to find out she was my mate because of my sister’s lack of filter.
I sighed, waiting by the cargo door, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. Arguably, I’d been waiting too long to tell Theo anyway, but she’s the type of woman to cut and run if she so much as senses a little commitment in the air.
I was lucky she didn’t fucking drop me when I told her I was in love with her. Maybe I wasn’t as fucked as I thought I was. Theo may not understand her feelings, but she understood sex. She worked out her frustrations by parting her legs.
Getting on her knees.
Leaning over a counter, ass in the air.
Shoving me backward on top of a mattress.