My hand found her other breast, fingers curling and pressing and pulling, the feel of her overwhelming.
“Harder, please,” she begged, and I obliged, grinning as I bit down, pulling the sensitive skin between my teeth. Her back arched again, her hands finding my breast, pressing it hard against my chest. “Joder.”
I moaned, seeing stars and unable to stop myself from thrusting my hips against her, dragging my core against her thigh. The contact nearly sent me into a tailspin.
My hand skimmed across her hard stomach, her abs carved perfection. She felt incredible against me, her body a tool for our sport. I pulled back a little, her hand lifting from me, and I noticed the small scar on her wrist, the thin line of healed skin.
Without thinking, my hand softly found her arm, kissing each line gently. Her breathing hitched, both our chests heaving as I turned to her other arm.
Her gaze was fixed on me, her mouth open and irresistible. I kissed her again, unable to stop myself, and enjoyed her immediate reaction.
This wasn’t like the last time. It might have felt similar, an explosion blowing up everything I thought I knew, but there was no running from this. There was no hiding.
I wanted her, rough edges included.
Dragging my lips down her chest, I didn’t stop moving, fighting the urge to tease and gain myself another one of those breathless noises from her, and instead continued until I reached her waistband.
The second my fingers dipped underneath, pulling the material south, her body froze tight. I knew immediately something wasn’t right, used to her relaxing under my touch.
I pulled away, looking up and finding her brown eyes wide. The fog of lust had cleared and been replaced by an anxiety that gave me pause.
“Are you okay? We can stop,” I urged, listening to my senses.
She shook her head, but I still kept my distance. “No, it’s not that.”
I shifted, trying to ignore the growing feeling of already missing her body reacting under my touch, her rough kisses, fingers tangled in my hair. “What is it?”
“I’m just...” She paused, pulling her legs up. I was briefly distracted by a pull of her swollen lip in between her teeth. Inés motioned between us. “Overthinking this.”
I let out a heavy breath, seeing the anxiety curling at her edges. I could understand where she was coming from. How easy it would be to let this get complicated.
“Let’s take a moment, let it breathe,” I suggested, satisfaction washing over me as I watch her rigid body loosen.
“Okay, yeah, sure.” Inés moved again. “That was...”
“Bad?”
Her gaze met mine, her head shaking vigorously. “No, good. Excellent.” Her gaze caught on the mirror behind me, and her fingers pressed to the base of her throat, moving her shirt open, giving me another glance at her chest.
I lost all functional thought at the sight.
“Did you leave a hickey?” Her hand held her shirt, revealing the purple dark skin.
I took another moment to enjoy my work. “Maybe.”
“You aredefinitelya terror,” she gasped, clutching at a pillow from behind her, throwing it at me. “How am I going to hide this?”
“I guess you’ll have to wear a scarf,” I suggested, earning myself another pillow to the face.
“It’s July.”
“Maybe try a turtleneck?”
She fell back onto the mattress, and I was so tempted to get on my knees, crawl up her body, run my lips up her bare chest, tease her with my tongue again.
“I hate asking this,” I said. “But you’re going to have to close your shirt if you still want to stop.”
Inés looked down, as if not realizing that the buttons were still undone. Her grin was the picture of pure evil. “Why? Am I distracting you?”
