They lived on an island no one else could penetrate.
“Deeper. Please.”
Gia panted. She begged and Luka became a man possessed by the want and need of nothing but the need and want of pleasing her.
He wanted to fill her. Because no one else ever had. It was a confession she made the second night.
“Four times?” he’d asked, laying next to her, their bodies damp and sated, but not exhausted. He’d felt her nod, but they hadn’t yet learned each other well enough. There were still too many hurdles to clear before everything was open. There may be no entanglements, but there wouldn’t be inhibitions either. “Why only four?”
“No one could ever do it…right.”
“What do you mean?” He had an idea what she meant but didn’t want to rely on assumptions. He was a good lover. At least, every woman he’d touched seemed to always want him again. They’d always seemed happy at least. He’d never had complaints. But women were gods among mortals when it came to inflating egos.
“I just mean…they’ve never made me…you know…”
That had Luka sitting up, coming to his knees, determined, smirking when Gia watched him, confused at first, if that frown was anything to go by, then curious when Luka pushed her knees apart.
“No excuse for it…” he told her and then remedied the problem.
Now she had no problems telling him what she wanted. “Deeper, Luka,” she’d asked, around the end of the second night and then, “Harder, please, so much harder,” and he obliged because Luka damn well loved the way Gia’s body lit up when she was turned on. He’d never seen anything like it before. She glowed when she was turned on. All that beautiful skin became iridescent, shimmering and flawless. She went breathless and weak and made him feel such power, such control, knowing he’d been the only one to do that to her. The only man to build her up and let her shatter. She gave him that.
It would be damn hard to walk away from this. From her.
“I was thinking,” she said later, completely naked now, draped across him, his hand cupping her left breast.
“What about?”
“Seeing each other on the field.” He leaned toward her but didn’t speak. Ridiculous as it sounded to himself, the visual was enough to make his stomach turn. His teammates knew to keep away from her. Coach had made sure of that, but the warning had never kept them from looking. Hell, Luka had looked. He’d kept looking from the first day she stepped foot on the field. He’d just been the only one stupid enough to touch, too.
“It’ll be okay,” he lied, gritting his teeth at the thought of Gia servicing his teammates, giving them water or towels. No, he couldn’t have that. “I’m sure you’ll be…We’ll be…”
“Next semester will be different. I won’t be on the field.”
“What? Why not?”
“Uncle Mike got me an internship in the business office.”
“Business?” Luka’s face felt tight as he frowned at Gia and it must have looked ridiculous. Her slow grin twitched, then grew wider until she laughed, going megawatt.
“You don’t like me being in the business office?”
“Not on the field in the middle of the game?” He leaned back, resting his palms on the mattress behind him as Gia scooted onto his lap to move her legs around his hips. He held her leg, adjusting her hip to get her close. “In some bullshit office looking at film to see who the next pick will be?”
“Hell yes,” she told him, her naked body warming, her nipples hardening as she spoke. Luka glanced down at her smooth, olive skin, unable to keep his hands from her breasts as she straddled him. Gia inhaled and a small chill worked over her shoulders. “Me in the middle of negotiations, trying to find players that fit on the team. Scouting the best potential players. Learning how to recognize real talent when I see it. Finding out when a coach or player needs the fear of God put into them to rev up their performance.”
She closed her eyes, inhaling as though just the thought of all the business bullshit side of the game Luka had never paid attention to was some kind of great life wisdom Gia couldn’t wait to discover. She shifted again, coming so close that her nipples rubbed against his chest and he held her waist, humming a deep noise of pleasure as she pressed her warm body against him.
“I love the game,” she said, kissing his neck, trailing