naked here together and of the two of them, Luka was the one who seemed embarrassed the longer they went on watching each other. The silence seemed to give her confidence. It made her bolder than he’d ever seen her. Gia turned off the spray, gaze on him as she walked forward, each step moving her round, high, perfect damn tits closer and closer to him.
Luka ground his teeth, trying to keep his breath even as she stood in front of him, silencing his coach’s still-warning voice.
“You need something?” she asked, sounding cooler than he’d ever heard her be. Gia didn’t look down to the tent of terry cloth his hard dick made or gawk at his naked chest. She seemed, different, somehow, in control. There was no shy look of embarrassment from her now, though now would be the right moment for it. Instead, Gia seemed lit with something strong and primal; something Luka recognized as lust that matched his own. She tilted her head, seeming to wait for an answer Luka couldn’t make move past his lips. “So, you’re the speechless one now?”
Gia wasn’t like the women he’d been with. She was a powder keg waiting for a match. Luka had to be careful not to go lighting fuses he wouldn’t be able to extinguish.
She took a step closer and he watched two droplets of water fall from her temple and curve down her cheek. Gia smelled of lilac soap and something he couldn’t place that made his mouth water. If he didn’t know better, he’d guess she’d planned all this—them alone together. But he did know Gia. At least, he knew her reputation. Not once during the season had anyone been able to claim making a move on her. Not once had anyone said anything that made her come off as a groupie.
Not once had Luka believed she knew just how tempting she was. Every other moment except for this one, Gia was shy and reserved. She was loud, she loved screaming at the refs and calling bullshit on bad plays, but when it came to him, she’d never flirted. She’d never acted like anything other than a girl who seemed to like the look of him.
He supposed he was speechless like she accused but wouldn’t admit that to her. Instead, Luka shot for honesty, something he wasn’t used to doling out to women unless it got him what he wanted. “You got no idea, do you?” He kept his voice soft, low, though his insides were burning with the instinct to touch her, to lick dry the water from her beautiful skin. Luka closed his eyes, inhaling that lilac scent like it would satisfy him. He knew it wouldn’t. “You’re clueless how easy it would be to have any man you want?”
Luka opened his eyes when he felt the wet touch of her fingertips near his cheek. Gia didn’t smile. She didn’t seem able to do anything but hold every emotion off her face as she watched him. Her control awed him.
Gia opened her mouth, pink lips glistening with moisture as she wet them with her tongue. “I only want one man,” she admitted, her words confident, but there was still a wobble in her tone. Luka tensed, not sure what she wanted or how she’d go about getting whatever that was.
She meant him, he knew, but that wouldn’t make him move. It wouldn’t keep the reminder of her age, her probable inexperience from his thoughts. “You’re young,” he told her, hoping that would keep her from touching him again.
“I’m old enough.”
Luka was starting to realize this Gia was one that might be tired of the sidelines. Maybe she was tired of watching and waiting and never having what she wanted. Maybe, he thought, she was ready to step onto the field and play.
Gia moved, making Luka step back, her wet body closer to him now, her breath heating his skin as she spoke. “I'm old enough for you, Luka.” Her breath was cool, smelled like mint, and there was a low, soft moan in her voice that made him harder. “My…my uncle…” She cleared her throat, looking down, then quickly up at him as though internally convincing herself to finish this. “My uncle will leave for Florida after tomorrow’s practice.” Some of her confidence slipped when she brushed her wet hair behind her ear, but she still looked directly at Luka. “My dorm is empty. We could be alone.”