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It’s why she doesn’t move away.
She trusts me.
Shetrustsme.
“I think about you when I shouldn’t, too,” she admits, her voice hardly more than a whisper, but she might as well have screamed it for how loudly I hear her words. “I’ve been thinking about you even more in the last four months. And I can’t stop. I don’t think I want to.” She grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me even more against her. “Kiss me, Santiago. Kiss me until I can finally stop thinking about your lips on mine.”
She’s barely done speaking when I press my mouth to hers. I hold back a sigh because I don’t want her to hear how desperately I’ve been craving another taste of her. But considering how fervently I kiss her, she probably knows. She can probably taste it on my tongue. I want her so badly, and she’s allowing me this, another piece of her.
I’ll take every single one she offers me.
Chapter 28
Catalina
IalwaysknewkissingSanti would be heaven. He has these full lips that make my knees a little weak every single time I look at them, but I never thought it could be this amazing. Especially after he’s been so honest with me again.
It feels too good when I part my lips and he slips his tongue into my mouth, exploring me, tasting me, worshipping me. When he slides his hands over my back, resting them on my lower back.
“Santi, I don’t want your respectful touches right now. I need you totouchme,” I say against his lips, and he wastes no time dropping his hands to my ass and squeezing it. A content moan slips out of my mouth, making him grin against me as he keeps kissing me.
“Don’t worry,cariño, I’ll be as disrespectful as you want me to be.”
I know it’s wrong, that this will complicate things even further. We’re faking a relationship. We’re playing doubles for the next few weeks. This can only end in chaos and drama, but I couldn’t care less. This feels good. So good I might die if he stops touching me, as dramatic as it may sound.
“Fuck, Cata,” he moans when I run my nails down his neck and abs. I bite down gently on his bottom lip, earning another groan before he lifts me into the air. I wrap my legs around his hips, never breaking the kiss, even as he fumbles with the handle of the door to lock it.
He sits down on a bench they have in the corner of the bathroom with me on his lap, his fingers digging into my ass as he drags me forward. I rub against him, my swollen clit sending a bolt of pleasure through me at the contact with his hard cock.
“Fuck, we can’t repeat that. I’m going to come in my pants if we do,” he says, but the mere thought of the power I hold over Santi has me rolling my hips again.
“But I haven’t given you permission to come yet, Santi. Don’t you want to be my good boy and do what I tell you to?” His reaction is visceral. His whole body shudders, his grip on me tightens, and his eyes fill with even more lust.
“I want to be your good boy, Cata. I want to be everything you tell me to be,” he says as I slide my hands into his hair and tug, pulling his head back ever so slightly.
The column of his throat is exposed to me this way, and I take full advantage of the position as I lean down to kiss along the length of it. He tastes like he smells, and a bit salty from playing for a little over an hour, but I can’t get enough. I nip at his skin while he keeps rolling my hips for me, rubbing me against him.
“Cata, fuck,cariño, I need you to stop if you don’t want me to make a mess of myself,” he says, panting when I trail my lips over the side of his throat.
“Make a mess of me, Santiago,” I say as I lean back, arching my back when he adjusts to thrust up and against me. My breasts are in his face then, and he wastes no time nipping at my nipple where it’s covered by my sports bra and shirt.
“I want to see these piercings without any clothes, Catalina. I want to admire them, play with them,” he says, raking his teeth over the same nipple before moving onto the next one. “Have I earned that yet,mi mariquita? Or will you make me beg for it?”
“Beg,” I say, even if right now I can’t think of anything better than Santi removing my shirt and bra and playing with my nipples while I rub against him.
“Please, Cata. Please give me more. Please, I’ll be your good boy.” I shudder on top of him, the sound of his begging so fucking sweet, I roll my hips faster, chasing my pleasure.
“Remove my shirt,” I instruct, never stopping my movements. I’m so close, just like him, and if I just—
“Santi? Catalina? Are you in here?” a familiar voice asks as they knock on the door of the room we’re in, forcing Santi and me to stop our movements.
“Don’t say anything,” Santi replies, reaching for the hem of my shirt even with his father still knocking on the door.
“I saw you two go in here,” Carlos says next, and I cover my mouth to hold back a laugh.
“Go away!” Santi calls back, but when I chuckle, his irritation with his father turns into amusement.
“I can’t. Catalina, you have to get out here right now. Sage hurt herself during her match. They’re taking her to the hospital right now.”
