Page 50 of Love Bites
Antonio flashed between the ball and the goalie, saving Ignacio’s ass. With a side kick, the teen shot the ball into the net. The unexpected goal earned their team the final point of the game.
A whoosh of relief escape Ignacio’s lungs. He turned to look for his rival. Cristian sprawled on the ground. His nose gushed blood from the hit Ignacio had given him, although the break had probably already healed itself.
Ignacio shot him a smug, triumphant smile. Although Ignacio hadn’t been the one to score the winning goal, his team had won. He stood, leaving Cristian cursing in the mud, and joined his celebrating teammates. They clapped each other on the backs, whistled and cheered, ignoring the downpour falling on them.
“Ignacio!”
Katheryn ran toward him. She was soaked from head to toe. Her white tank top clung to her body, showing him she was braless. Her nipples were dark circles under the revealing garment. Her hair, fallen out of its rubber band, clung to her cheeks. She pushed it aside as she ran up to him.
“You won!” she shouted, joyfully. “I knew you would!”
A burst of happiness exploded in Ignacio’s chest. He held out his arms as she ran toward him then jumped into his embrace. He lifted her from her feet and swung her in circles. The rain pounded down on them though neither of them cared.
Katheryn laughed in his ear. She continued to hug him even when he lowered her feet to the ground. He kissed her. Their mouths meshed then opened to each other. Their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Ignacio ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, to her hips, then he placed his palms firmly on her rear.
He squeezed her, pressing her closer to him. With a happy sigh, she practically jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. With his hands on her bottom, he twirled her again. She broke their kiss to throw her head back and laugh.
The whole team surrounded them, cheering and laughing. The press of bodies against them was like a wet game of Twister. His feet slipped in the mud, and he fell to the ground. Katheryn landed on top of him. They were caked with cold, wet mud.
Katheryn shrieked with laughter and attempted to climb off him only to lose her footing and slip again. When Antonio pointed at her and laughed, she scowled and threw a ball of mud at him.
A muddy war erupted between the celebrating team. No one was safe. Even Ignacio found himself pelted in the face with a mudball thrown by Katheryn. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he teased.
“Oh yeah?” She gave him a taunting look. “What are you gonna do to me?” Her voice, husky and suggestive, caused a rush of heat to his groin.
“I was thinking along the lines of dinner,” he replied, fighting to control his urges.
“Dinner? But you don’t eat.”
He chuckled. “No, I don’t, but I want to cook you a romantic dinner at my house to celebrate our victory.”
Katheryn appeared startled for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Okay. But if you keep this up, I’ll become the most spoiled girlfriend in the world.”
“Tomorrow,” he said. “Meet me at my house tomorrow night. I’ll even buy you a new dress.”
She made a face. “A dress? Do I have to?”
“Of course. And I’ll wear a suit. Afterward I’ll play you a song I wrote for you.”
Her face colored. “You wrote a song for me?” she whispered. If raindrops hadn’t been pouring down her face, Ignacio would have thought she was crying.
“I did. And I already bought the dress, so you can’t say no.”
She laughed but didn’t reply because Antonio chose that moment to shoot a ball of mud at the back of her head. She turned to glare at him then chased after the boy, slinging curses at him.
Ignacio watched with a grateful heart, thinking for once in his life, he was complete.
He had a beautiful Soul Mate, who he loved and who he planned on staying with for the rest of his life, if she accepted him. He didn’t care if she moved to Spain or if he had to move back to Washington with her. He could pursue his music career anywhere in the world. As long as they were together. That was what he wanted, to be by Katheryn’s side.
Forever.
23
Katheryn stepped out of her hotel room and waited for a cab. Her nerves were in shambles, her senses were wired and on high alert, and she was starting to break out in a sweat. She wiped her brow nervously with the back of her hand, praying it wouldn’t smudge the little makeup she’d put on.
He’d sent her a neatly wrapped silver box. She had opened it find a carefully folded dress inside. The garment was too pretty and too tempting not to put on immediately. It had fit perfectly, and Katheryn couldn’t wait for Ignacio to see her in it.
