reached for it.
“It’s me,” Luka said, his voice relaxed, but deep.
He didn’t try to stop her when she grabbed his hand to pull it from her mouth, but he did move it back instantly when they both turned toward the whistling coming from the other side of the door.
“Janitor,” Luka whispered, right against Gia’s ear. “I watched you clean the locker room and get everything set up. He won’t come in here for anything.” Gia shook her head, closing her eyes when Luka exhaled and the warmth from his breath moved down her neck like a whisper. She couldn’t keep the shiver from moving over her, shaking her shoulders and arms and Luka seemed to notice the effect he had on her. He pulled her closer, her back resting against his chest with his palm flat on her stomach.
“This,” he said, that deep voice even lower now, “is a paradigm happy accident. I was trying to catch Coach before everyone got here and look who I find.” She wanted to push him away, tell him he couldn’t touch her like this. Not here. Not now. They’d be found out. They’d be discovered and it would ruin everything for both of them. Mike would kick Luka off the team, or at the very least, bench him. He’d ban Gia from every game and would never trust her to be on the field again. That could squash any hope she’d ever have at the career she’d always dreamed about.
She liked Luka. She wanted him, but Gia wasn’t sure he was worth risking everything for.
“Lu…” she tried, her words a mumble of sound against his palm. “We can’t.”
He stood still behind her, seeming to wait, to consider. Gia turned, her gaze glancing up to get a peek at his expression, but Luka didn’t react. He only watched and waited as though he weighed the risks himself and wasn’t sure which one he’d take.
“Circumstances like this don’t come often.” He curled his big arms around her and Gia’s shuddering intensified. He smelled of fresh laundry and mocha again, both scents she was starting to equate with him and irresistible temptation. “The door is closed,” he started, reaching forward to press his hand flat against the hinge. It didn’t move or click. Then Luka moved them closer to the wall, so close in fact that Gia could make out the clearer sound of the whistling on the other side and the fuzzy shape of a man through the windows of the double doors separating the locker room hallway and stadium lobby. He mopped the large area, keeping himself entertained with a slow, sad version of Somewhere Along the Way.
“But we can’t…”
“I’ve been cursed,” he told her, those long fingers flirting across her stomach, inching further down as he moved forward, kissing her once on the spot where her shoulder and neck met. “You did something to me. You’ve got supernatural powers or something.” The spot he had to know by now that made her a little helpless with very little effort.
“What did I do?” Gia stretched her neck, moving her head onto Luka’s shoulder as he continued to kiss her skin. She lost control so easily with him. If anyone had done any spell casting, it was the man with all that funky Hale demon magic.
“I can’t keep away from you.” He moved closer, breath heavier now, fingers digging into her hips, lips sucking on her skin as he brushed against her. “I wasn’t supposed to get entangled. I wasn’t supposed to let anyone do this to me…”
“What…ah…what did I do?”
Another brush of his hips and Gia got the idea. He was strong and fierce and she felt how much he wanted her just then with the outline of his dick against her bottom, with the grip of his hand tugging at her jeans, lowering her zipper.
“Gia…”
The whistling in the hallway got louder, then, as Luka gave up pretense of trying to tell her what she’d done to him in favor of showing her, another voice interrupted the whistling and the couple paused, heads jerking as they heard the janitor laughing, talking to someone else.
Luka, though, didn’t stop for long.
Something in Gia’s brain muted the good-sense button that was supposed to remind her not to be reckless. She was a hundred feet from people who knew her, who knew her uncle. They could tell him what she was doing and with who if they discovered her. But Luka pushed his hand into the front of