me.
She was the only one who rushed to Rio. The other companies had dropped me without a phone call. I didn’t want to know what that was going to cost me. No one else was here, but this fucking sex temptress who held the key to my fortune’s future.
I ran my fingers through my hair, soaping the strands with shampoo. The problem was I couldn’t think about my career. I couldn’t think about football. All I could think about was what I wanted to do with Aspen in my room. I’d never wanted a woman like this.
I leaned my forehead against the cool tiles. My dick was as hard as a rock. Fuck.
I turned off the water and reached for my towel.
Once I opened that door, she was going to lay into me about cleaning up my image. I’d heard it before. I knew the words before she said them. She probably had a five-point plan ready to go. But how could I concentrate on anything other than her sweet lips?
I wrapped the towel around my waist, not bothering to dry off. I opened the door, letting a wave of steam hit the bedroom before walking out.
“Oh my God. You have to put on some clothes.” Aspen shielded her eyes with her hands.
I chuckled. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen on any of the ads I’m in,” I taunted, standing in front of her. I knew she had been watching me like I had been watching her.
She had taken off her stuffy jacket. She slowly let her hands fall to her lap. “That’s not the same thing. This is real.”
I was ready to make it extremely real.
I crossed one wet arm over her and then the other. She wiggled backward on the bed so that I leaned forward.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes were wide, but I saw the lust in them.
I brushed my lips over hers.
“Tasting you,” I growled.
Her lips were soft and warm. I lingered for a second, inhaling her, breathing the same air before I slipped my tongue in her mouth, reveling in the way our rhythm quickly matched each other. I didn’t know a woman’s tongue could glide and twist like Aspen’s. It made me wonder what else she could do with it. She moaned as I pressed my body against hers, soaking the front of her silk shirt with shower water. She tasted like cinnamon laced with fire and heat.
“Fuck,” I growled, nipping at her bottom lip.
Her head leaned back and I made a trail along her throat, biting and sucking her tender skin. She made sexy purring sounds as my hands traveled over the curves of her hips.
“No, no, no.” She shook her head. Her voice grew louder.
I looked into her eyes.
“What’s wrong, love?” My hand squeezed the top of her thigh, working her skirt up.
“I’m here to get you out of the headlines.” She breathed heavily. “Not to become the next one.” She nimbly ducked under my arm and stood next to the bed faster than I expected. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “I shouldn’t have… we can’t… I should go.”
I rolled on my back, trying to take a gulp of air. I was turned on by everything about this woman.
Her hand landed on the suitcase.
I jumped off the bed. “You can’t go out there. We’ll both have to answer for breaking curfew.” I grabbed the bag from her and returned it to the floor. “You don’t want that for either of us.”
Her shirt stuck to her skin. I could see the lace on her bra. My chest rumbled for her.
“I can’t stay here.” She shook her head. “This was a terrible idea.”
“Come on, love. No reason for you to leave.”
“I didn’t think this through. I should have waited for tomorrow. I was too rash in trying to fix the problem.”
“I like having a roommate like you,” I joked.
“I represent Revolution. You are one of our ambassadors. You can’t kiss me. You can’t seduce me. Is that clear?”
I felt the challenge root under my skin. Did she know who she was talking to? Did she know what her fiery speech had done to me? I was rash and impulsive. I took what I wanted and after one taste of her there was no doubt I wanted her.
I nodded. “I hear