His eyes searched mine for a moment longer, then he laid flat on the bench and unracked the weight. I let out a long sigh as he did the exercises.
What had gotten into me? Almost kissing Elias, another member of the team? But I couldn’t deny that there was something between us, a spark that still made my skin tingle as I stood over his massive body, benching the weight with ease. I felt drawn to him, even right now. And I was pretty sure he felt the same way.
He caught me admiring his body, and I quickly looked away.
“Don’t forget to keep your core engaged.”
“Core?” he asked with a puzzled expression.
“Core. These muscles.” My hand skimmed over his rippling abs to indicate what I meant, but it was that moment when mygaze snagged on his obliques peeking out from under his shirt. I ghosted a finger along the pronounced line, and my eyes dipped lower without thinking. Or maybe I was thinking. Just not with my brain.
His black shorts pulled tight over the straining bulge of his cock. A shock of heat rushed through me and settled between my legs. Because the discovery of his burgeoning hard-on confirmed that all parts of his beautifully large and muscular body was… perfectly in proportion.
A clang snapped through the quiet as the bar hit the rack, metal rattling against metal. I flinched as Elias sat up in one clean, powerful motion.
“Oh, sorry,” I blurted, already scrambling backward. The heat pulsing low in my stomach threatened to betray me. “That’s enough for tonight, I think. Let’s just—”
His strong hand grabbed me by the wrist, and my breath stalled.
“Elias—” Before I could say more, he yanked me back toward him.
I tipped forward, catching myself on instinct, and then his other hand found my waist. The size of it, God. His fingers wrapped all the way around my hip as if I were nothing more than a plaything. Which, all things considered, I wouldn’t have minded. He used that same grip to pull me straight into his lap.
“Elias?” I gasped. It came out higher, breathier, nothing like the annoyed trainer voice I’d been using all evening.
He didn’t answer, but the intensity in his eyes stole the air from my lungs. The thrill of it had me in a choke hold. Right here in the middle of the gym. What the hell was I thinking? Heat unfurled low and fast, pooling between my legs, and for a second all I could hear was my own pulse drumming in my ears.
The gym held its breath around us, that eerie stillness that only happened long after the last player had showered and left. The fluorescents hummed overhead, and the parking lot beyond the window was a scatter of lonely streetlights and empty spaces. More suggestion than destination.
The arena was quiet. The kind that made any sound carry. The kind where a single pair of footsteps walking through the wrong door was all that stood between us and career suicide.
A shiver chased down my spine.
This was stupid. God, so stupid. I should’ve pushed off his lap immediately, should’ve told him to get a grip, should’ve—
His hands slid to my hips and he stared deep into my eyes, asking an unspoken question. The intensity there sent the last of my coherent thoughts into hibernation.
Elias must have gotten the unspoken answer he wanted, because he pressed me down against him.
The contact ripped a gasp from me, his thick bulge twitching under me. My thighs strained against the stretch of my tights as he guided my body over the hard length beneath his shorts. I could feel everything—heat, thickness, intent—and the pressure lit something bright and reckless in me.
“Wait.” There was no conviction in my voice.
He exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, and shifted his grip. One hand braced at the top of my hip, the other at the curve of my ass, and he used both to rock me. Not gently. Not slow. He dragged me forward over him and then pulled me back, grinding me exactly where we both needed it.
The friction was electric.
I want this so badly.
I felt myself get wetter. Felt it soak right through the thin stretch of my tights, the slick heat spreading onto his shorts as he rocked me again. His breath hitched, chest heaving hard against mine. It was a small thing, but that tiny reaction made my whole body tighten.
This was insane on so many levels.
Anyone could walk in. Anyone could see us tangled like this, my legs straddling him, my hips being worked against his in slow, obscene strokes. The idea should’ve terrified me.
Instead, a desperate pulse of arousal throbbed through me, and I pushed down harder.
His grip tightened, lids heavy as he groaned out loud. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the trainer version of me was screaming.
