“That’s a very bad habit.” Voice light, teasing.
“I had to have some flaws,” he said with a chuckle, taking a slow drag.
“Is that just tobacco?”
“Nope.” He grinned, letting the smoke curl past his lips. A bit of weed. Just enough to take the edge off. But nothing—nothing—could ease the way his body reacted to her.
“Give me some, then.” She stepped closer, lips curving into a smirk. “I’m off-season, tipsy, and apparently, I’ve been invited by a very handsome Welsh man to do whatever I want with him. I think I’ve earned a hit.”
He held it out to her. And when her lips wrapped around it, his cock twitched so hard it hurt.
He stepped into her space, backing her toward the railing that overlooked the beach. Her back hit the wood, and she didn’t flinch. Just looked up at him, all challenge and heat.
“You’re dangerous, Alejandra.”
“Me? I wasn’t the one ambushing in the dark last night.”
“You make me sound like a stalker,” he chuckled, observing as the smoke curled from her lips.
She blinked up at him, smirking, eyes slipping to his lips. “Do you think if we disappeared, anyone would notice?”
That voice. Smoky, sultry, soaked in desire.
“I mean… you are kind of a big deal around here.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I am,” she whispered, the faintest breath of a smile. “But I think I need to take the edge off. Or I might let you fuck me right here.”
He barely managed a breathless “Fuck” before she giggled and said, “Let’s go.”
Alejandra led the way, hips swaying like a damn dream. They snuck into the villa like horny teenagers, dodging family and friends. When they slipped into a bedroom—her room, he assumed—she turned, locked the door behind her, and leaned against it like temptation incarnate.
“Firstly, I want to set the record straight,” she declared, her expression serious. “This is just a one-night stand. If you are searching for a relationship, I don’t think I’m the right fit for you.”
Straight forward. He didn’t expect anything less from her. “One night stand. Nothing more.”
Alejandra nodded. “Good. No contact after this weekend. I—” she hesitated slightly, taking a deep sigh. “I have a USL title and an Olympic medal to win. I can’t be distracted by…” she waved her right hand towards him, still standing a couple of steps away from her.
He cocked an eyebrow. “By?”
“You,” she smirked. “You are very distracting.”
“Then.” Callum stepped closer. “Let me give you a night you won’t ever forget. Maybe the memory will help you relax in those lonely nights before a big final.”
“Pretentious much?”
Definitely. But fake it until you make it, no? He had just one chance to make Alejandra López Romero feel like she had just experienced the best sex of her life, and he wasn’t going to lose it.
“I’m confident,” he replied, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand.
Alejandra nodded. “So…Whatever I want?”
He shed his jacket. “Anything.”
“Then do whateveryouwant to me,” she said, low and breathy. “My body is yours tonight, Callum.”
The way she said his name made his cock twitch. He was already painfully hard, and she had no idea how far gone he was.
He pressed his right hand to the door beside her head and tilted her chin up with two fingers, a silent command. When he kissed her, she melted into him. Her hands slid around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer, as if she already knew exactly how she wanted him. She kissed like she surfed—confident, reckless, and addictive, the kind of kiss that left you breathless and craving more.
