We locked eyes for a moment, the noise around us fading, her hand lifting from my jaw. “Perfect.”
Then her lips quirked up, the heat behind her eyes unmistakable.
“You know.” Her voice dropped as her gaze left mine, scanning theroom around us. Then her attention returned to me. “I know another way we could keep our adrenaline up.”
“Oh, yeah?” I said, mirroring her tone, my pulse kicking up another notch.
“I think it’d be pretty effective,” she said, her shoulder brushing against me, every bit of contact overwhelming. “Great for keeping the heart rate up.”
My attention drifted out the window, the rain still pouring down. Even if it stopped now, the court would have to dry a little. And they could spend a few minutes looking for us.
“A wonderful way to kill time too,” I said.
She leaned closer, as if she was telling a secret, her words for my ears only. “Really, it’s a test of durability. Hand-eye coordination.”
“If anything, it sounds like abetteruse of time than what we had planned,” I said, the heat in her gaze making it hard to keep the grin off my face.
Without another word, Inés stepped away, leaving me standing alone. I noticed that Calvin and Carl were locked in a friendly conversation, too distracted to notice if I left. I followed Inés, only able to leave a second or two of space, as if I was on some invisible leash, completely at her mercy.
But I liked being this far gone for her. I’d never been this vulnerable with somebody. Like she’d carved out an Inés-sized piece of my life, and now without her there I’d feel incomplete.
As soon as I turned the corner out of the lounge, I ran straight into her. Without hesitation, my hand slipped into hers, and I pulled her down the hall, everyone else busy or distracted.
We ran until we spotted a physio room. The door opened easily, the darkened room empty.
Without another second’s hesitation, I pushed her body up against the closed door, one hand immediately finding the lock. My lips met hers in a frenzy, the need for her pulsing through my body. The thrillof her was enough, but knowing we’d snuck off for this moment, mid-match, drove me wild.
Her lips met my intensity, her hands pulling at my skintight top, as mine pushed her skirt up, fingers finding the built-in compression shorts underneath, frustration racing as I grew more desperate for the touch of her delicate, soft skin.
My hand slipped between her legs, pressing over her shorts, growing impatient to touch her. She moaned against my mouth, the noise urgent and breathless. Inés grabbed at my clothes as if she was trying to rip them from my body, but I wanted her too badly to relent.
Watching her walk in with that confidence, that self-assurance that she had this match in hand had been fucking hot. Gone was the Inés I’d first met, who’d been angry at the sight of me, desperate for a taste of her former success.
Now she was the competitor I’d known her to be, the player I’d watched.
My hands found her hips, pressing under the waistband of her skirt. She whimpered at my touch. It had only been a few hours since we’d last been together, and I had already found myself missing the way she felt, the desperate sounds she made.
I pressed my finger hard against her core. She moved her hips, dragging herself against the touch. Her head fell back against the door as I dragged my mouth along her neck.
“Don’t you dare leave a hickey,” she said breathlessly, her words no louder than a whisper.
I grinned against her, restraining myself from leaving yet another.
“How will they know you’re mine?” I asked as I readjusted, my hand slipping further against her. She was hot and wet to the touch, clearly as needy as I was. I felt hell-bent on making her come, fast and hard, against this door.
After all, we had to keep that heart rate up.
“They might notice that we disappeared together.”
I hummed against her, another finger lining up, teasing at her entrance. Her pelvis bucked again, her hand clutching my arm as if to urge me deeper. But I resisted, wanting to drive her to the edge.
“Are you going to be good for me and keep it down?” I whispered. “Are you going to be able to stop yourself from screaming when I make you come on my fingers?” I moved half an inch deeper, pushing in before pausing. She throbbed against me, every sensation of her sending me further into overdrive.
My own core tightened with need as her hand slipped between us, pushing down my shorts. I wanted her badly, needed it as much as the touch of her cunt against my hand. She caught me off guard, fucking down on my hand, pushing me deeper.
Her brown eyes found mine. “I wonder who can make the other come first.” The spark of competition lit like a fierce blaze in our locked gazes.
I got wetter at the thought.
