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 swallow hard, the weight of his words settling over me.
He’s giving me an out, a chance to walk away from this moment. But instead of taking it, I find myself shaking my head.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
The tension between us snaps, and before I can take another breath, his lips are on mine once more.
His hands tighten on my waist, pulling me closer to him yet stepping forwards at the same time until there’s no space left between us. My back presses against the rough surface of the locker room wall, but I barely notice, too caught up in the way his mouth moves against mine, in the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.
My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, holding on like he’s the only thing keeping me upright. He dominates my senses, grounding me to him even as everything else spins out of control.
When we finally break apart, my breathing is uneven and my cheeks are flushed. Santi doesn’t move far, his forehead resting lightly against mine as he looks down at me, the corners of his mouth beginning to curve upwards.
“You’re blushing, profesora,” he teases, his voice low and full of warmth.
“Shut up,” I mutter, though my lips curve into a reluctant smile.
His hand rises to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing softly against my skin.
“I like it,” he says, his tone softer now, more sincere. “You’re beautiful when you’re flustered.”
I let out a shaky laugh.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say again, though the words lack any real weight.
“Why not?” he counters, leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of my mouth. “We’re just living in the moment, right?”
“This is your place of work,” I point out, though my resolve is slipping with every second.
“And right now, it’s empty,” he says, his smile widening. “Just me, you, and a very sturdy wall.”
“Santi,” I say, trying to sound firm, but his lips find the hollow of my throat, and the sound turns into something closer to a gasp.
He chuckles softly, the vibration of it sending another shiver through me.
“Want to tell me to stop, Olivia?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin, his stubble tickling me slightly.
He already knows that I won’t.
Smug bastard.
I pull him closer, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as his mouth finds mine again. The kiss is more urgent this time, more consuming, and any lingering doubts I had are swept away by the sheer intensity of it.
It’s reckless and impulsive and probably a terrible idea - but in this moment, I don’t care.
All I care about is him.
He kisses me deeper, and I make a small noise of surprise when he effortlessly lifts me off the ground. My back presses harder against the cool surface of the wall as he rests me against it, his strong hands holding me in place as my legs immediately part to wrap around his hips.
The contrast between the rough texture of the wall and the warmth of his body sends a thrill through me. My hands wander over his chest, broad shoulders, large biceps and thick forearms, appreciating every inch of his strength as his lips move hungrily over mine. My pulse races, the adrenaline coursing through me mixing with an all-consuming heat.
I break the kiss for a moment, my breathing uneven as I manage to whisper.
“Are you sure that we’re… someone might...”
“Let them,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “I don’t care.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can’t focus on anything at the feel of his lips trailing down my jawline to my neck, warm and insistent.
I bite back a soft groan, my hands sliding to his shoulders as I try to steady myself - not that it matters. His grip on me is strong, unshakable, and I know without a doubt that he wouldn’t let me fall.
“Santi,” I breathe, my voice trembling as his mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my jaw.
“Hm?” he replies, the sound vibrating against my skin.
“This is so... reckless,” I manage, even as my body betrays me, arching into him.
“Reckless is good sometimes,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. His green eyes are darker now, filled with a fire that makes my stomach flip. “Don’t overthink it, Olivia. Just feel.”
His words unravel the last thread of resistance I’m clinging to, and I lean in to kiss him again, pouring every ounce of tension and longing into it.
He shifts slightly, his grip on me unwavering as he presses me more firmly against the wall. The pressure - the intensity of it all - makes my head spin.
The locker room feels smaller, the air thick with the heat between us. The faint hum of the lights above and the distant creaks of the building fade into the background, drowned out by the sound of our breathing, our kisses, the soft gasps I can’t seem to hold back.