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“Nein. Too risky.”

Her lips move into the sexiest pout I’ve ever seen on a woman and my resolve nearly breaks.

“I want to touch you, Soren.”

Her fingers determinedly burrow under the elastic waistband and I tremble. If I don’t stop her right now, I won’t have the restraint necessary once her hand reaches that destination.

I snag her wrist with my hand and gently extract her from inside my trunks. I rock back on my knees to give my body the distance it needs for me to make a sound decision. My chest heaves as I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I lean in and brush my mouth against the shell of her ear. My voice is ragged with leashed desire.

“Fuck, Ali. I want you so much. But not here. Not now.” I nibble her earlobe and place kisses along her jaw and neckline until I reach her mouth. Slanting my head, and I recapture her lips with mine, hard and demanding.

Her lips part and my tongue plunges in, exploring every inch of her mouth, hungry and searching. I want her to taste herself on me. I want her to savor the intimacy. I want her to remember what I can do to her. But mostly, I want to leave her burning with need for the next time we’re together.

Ali’s arms wrap around my neck and she pulls me close. I groan in her mouth when her soft, full breasts collide with my chest.

Nein. Nein. Nein.

Ja. Ja. Ja. Ja.

Goddamn. Why is it so fucking hard to break away?

I debate my decision to leave Ali like this with every passing second. My hands find the slope of her lower back and my fingers curl underneath her ass.

Her perfect fucking ass.

How easy it would be to let go of my reservations and give into this moment. To tug my dick out of my shorts, slide her bikini over once again, and slam into her soaking wet pussy.

Fuck.

Finally, common sense prevails through the haze of lust, and I tear my lips from hers, dislodging my hands from her fucking delicious body.

When I look at Ali, I see frustration and disappointment.

I never want to see those emotions cross her face again.

But there’s no other option. There’s nothing I want more than to stay, but I also don’t want to get caught in a compromising position by her brother or any of our teammates.

“Ali.” Her name comes out as a hoarse croak full of regret from my throat. I growl, sounding a lot like that dude from Ted Lasso. “I promise. I will make it up to you, mein Sonnenschein.”

My sunshine.

I place a placating kiss on her forehead and stand up, then hold my hands out for her to take.

“Auf auf.” I nod my chin upward and yank her onto her feet.

She pinches her eyebrows together. “I suppose I should invest in a German to English translation book if I want to spend more time with you.”

Her statement sends a warm sense of pride and joy rushing through my body like a puck crashing into the net, and I’m unprepared to stop it.

I wink. “Ja. Du wirst.”

Throwing her arms around my neck once again—but careful to leave space between us this time—she stands on her tiptoes and kisses me quickly.

“And just so we’re clear,” she purrs, a sexy but amused smirk across her swollen lips, “I do want to spend more time with you.”

And with that, she smooths down the wispy hairs that have come free from her braids and strides toward the door. I lock eyes on her ass and raise my fist to my mouth and bite down to stifle a groan.