Page 76 of Spin The Bottle
A guttural groan comes from him when he takes a step away from me. “Go, before I change my mind and lock us in my room forever.”
I twist on my heels, peeking behind my shoulder when I reach the staircase. Being locked in his room for the night doesn’t scare me anymore. What does scare me is how much I want it.
25
Love’s awakening
The week before a game, I go into training mode. No parties, no fast food, no distractions. Just the gym, work, basketball, and going through game videos. It’s always been that way, until last night.
It was late, I had just finished training, and instead of going home and getting an early night, I went to Leila’s.
Nothing could have kept me away from her, not the voice in my head telling me I needed to focus on the game. Not the routine I had since freshman year to ensure I maintained my winning streak, and that I played the best I could. Absolutely nothing could have stopped me from wanting her, craving her. And as soon as she opened the door and pressed her lips against mine, nothing else mattered.
Rules. They’re meant to be broken, right? At least that’s what I told Leila when we woke up in bed together this morning, her lush thigh wrapped around my waist, her head pressed against my chest. It was one of the best mornings I’ve ever had.
It wasn’t long until I was buried inside her, hearing her sweet, hushed moans as we had slow, hot morning sex. As I said… best morning ever. After it was over though, she got all defensive and panicked, pushing me into the shower, telling me last night shouldn’t have happened.
I know I told her I didn’t want a relationship, and I didn’t, hadn’t even thought of it until she brought up the topic. But now that we’ve spent so much time together, I can’t bear the thought of ending it with her and watching her move on with someone else. It physically pains me to think of some other guy’s lips on her, of his hands on her.
I might have agreed to a casual, no strings attached arrangement before, but that’s not what I want anymore. Not even close to it.
I hear Leila’s voice coming from the kitchen. My brows furrow as I push open her bedroom door only to see her sitting at the kitchen table talking to someone on her laptop. In Spanish.
I lean against the door frame, arms crossed, and listen to her speak. I can’t make out what she’s saying, but my god, it sounds sexy as hell. I’ve never heard her speak her mother tongue before, only some words here and there, mostly curse words, but hearing her speak this beautiful language, with who I assume are her family, has me grinning as I listen to her.
Spanish was my worst subject in school, resulting in not being able to understand a word of what’s coming out of her mouth, until I hear one word that sticks in my brain.
Cumpleaños.
Birthday?
She chuckles at the screen. “Gracias, Papi.” Okay, well I understood that. It’s Leila’s birthday? There’s no way. She would have told me, right?
I hear her blow her family kisses and then close the laptop, dropping her head onto the counter. I approach her, leaning down to kiss her jaw. Her head snaps up, letting out a sigh when she sees me. “I thought you were still in the shower.”
“It’s your birthday?”
Her brows furrow. “How—” She rolls her eyes. “You were eavesdropping?”
“I didn’t mean to,” I tell her. “I love listening to you speak Spanish.”
She smiles, lifting off the chair and wrapping her arms around my neck. I love how touchy she’s become. How things have changed since we first started sleeping together. “Yeah?” she asks, looking up at me with those green eyes. “I could teach you some words.”
“Like what?”
She hums, whispering against my lips. “Bésame.”
So hot. “What does that mean?”
“Kiss me,” she explains.
Gladly.I press my lips to hers, kissing her, getting lost in her sweet taste and scent. It surrounds me. “What else?” I ask her, wanting to hear her speak some more.
“Fóllame.”
She shivers against me when I wrap my arms around her waist. “And what does that mean?” I whisper against her lips.
She licks her plump lips, staring up at me. “Fuck me.” She wastes no time, grabbing the back of my neck and bringing our mouths together, making me forget what I was going to say. She always manages to make my mind hazy, unable to think of anything but her.
