Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“I love you,” he breathes, nuzzling against my sweat-dampened skin. “You good?”
I laugh lightly at that, turning around in his arms so that I can look right at him rather than his reflection.
“Good?” I tease, raising my hands to the nape of his neck and tugging at the strands there. “I’m wonderful, Santi. I… I’m yours.”
His eyes darken slightly at my words, a slow, satisfied smile curving his lips as he leans in to steal another kiss. But just as his hands start to wander again, I wrinkle my nose and push lightly against his chest.
“You, mi amor, need a shower,” I say, laughing as I run my fingers through his messy, sweat-damp hair. “Desperately.”
Santi groans, rolling onto his back and dragging me with him.
“Are you saying I stink?” he asks, mock-offended, though the glint in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I mean.
I bite back another laugh. “I’m saying you smell like victory and sin, and while that’s a very appealing combination, I’d rather not sit in it.”
“Fine, fine,” Santi chuckles, squeezing my waist. “But only if you join me.”
I pretend to consider it for a moment. “I suppose I could make that sacrifice…”
His grin is pure mischief as he moves to stand.
“Oh, princesa, I promise you - it won’t feel like a sacrifice.”
“Oh yeah?” I respond, smiling as he extends a hand and helps me stand, too. “In that case - I’ll race you!”
“Hey!” Santi calls after me as I scramble out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the main bathroom.
There’s an en-suite in the room, but I have no doubt that the shower in the main bathroom will be larger and more accommodating for two bodies - especially when one of those is a professional rugby player - and I laugh in delight at the sound of him rushing to follow as I sprint along.
He manages to reach me quickly enough - just as I’m about to step underneath the hot spray of water - and I shriek loudly as Santi wraps his muscular arms around my waist and pulls me tightly against his damp chest.
“Caught you,” he breathes into my ear, and my giggle stop abruptly as my eyes widen in a mixture of surprise, delight and disbelief at the feel of him growing hard against my flesh.
Again?
Already?!
Chapter Forty
The rest of the morning passes in a gentle haze, with Santi and I moving at an unhurried pace.
There’s no rush, no urgency. Just the quiet hum of a lazy morning together.
After taking our time showering - Santi predictably making sure that I’m thoroughly cleaned - we eventually make our way downstairs for breakfast, where he whips up a delicious yet simple dish of scrambled eggs, fresh bread, and coffee so strong it could wake the dead.
As we eat, he watches me with an amused glint in his eyes - like he’s got some kind of secret he’s just dying to share.
I call him out on it immediately.
“Okay,” I say, setting down the bitter coffee. “What is that look about?”
His dark brow quirks. “What look?”
“The ‘I’m up to something’ look.” I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re planning something. I can tell.”
Santi smirks, dabbing his mouth with a napkin before leaning back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“Maybe.”
I huff, already knowing he’s going to make me work for it.
“Just tell me.”
“Nope.”
“Santi.”
He shakes his head, a mischievous glint in his green eyes. “Not. A. Chance.”
I sigh, slumping dramatically in my chair. “Fine. But at least give me some kind of hint.”
He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze locking onto mine. “Trust me, okay? You’ll love it.”
His voice is soft and reassuring, but there’s something in the way he says it that makes my stomach flutter.
I tilt my head, studying him. “That’s not a hint.”
He grins. “Sure it is.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. I know I won’t get anything more out of him, so I let it go.
For now.
After breakfast, we finish getting ready. Without a clue of where we’re going or what we’re doing, I spent extra time and care styling my hair and putting on my make-up. I opt to wear a light yellow sundress and tan sandals, satisfied that wherever we go, I’ll likely be dressed appropriately.
After all, the summer heat is scorching.
Santi disappears for a few minutes to grab something from his room while I gather my things. When he returns, he gestures toward the door.
“Come on,” he says, tossing his keys into the air and catching them effortlessly. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” I try one last time, but he just chuckles, shaking his head as he opens the door for me.
“You’ll see.”
With a resigned sigh, I follow him out, the warm morning sun greeting us as we step outside.