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“Can I get a celebratory kiss too?” he asks her, but she only rolls her eyes.

“You have to do more than win a soccer game to earn a kiss from me.”

“Can’t blame a guy for asking,” he mutters.

The elevator opens and I turn to the left as the rest of them turn to the right. I give them a wave before disappearing into my hotel room.

My heart is racing as anticipation for what’s about to happen ripples through my body.

I’m finally going to kiss Rio.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

RIO

My palms are clammy as I knock on the door to Sasha’s hotel room. I’m beyond nervous to be alone with Sasha, but that’s bound to be expected. I’m not a virgin, but since it’s harder for me to experience sexual desire than the average person, I feel like an amateur compared to Sasha. Not that we’re planning on having sex tonight or anything.

All we’ve discussed is kissing, but I know that usually leads to more. Is he going to expect more? He said he would be okay with going slow, but is he going to change his mind if things start getting hot and heavy? Is he going to expect things to move at a pace he’s more used to? Is he going to be disappointed if I stop things before they get too far?

I’m attracted to Sasha, he turns me on like no one ever has and eventually I might want to go all the way with him, but I know I won’t be ready to do that tonight.

“Hey, handsome,” Sasha greets me when he opens the door and holds it for me.

I check him out as I pass him, and he closes the door. I very much approve of how he looks. He’s wearing a pair of jeans that cling to his legs in the most perfect way, and the black shirt he has on hugs his pectoral muscles. His hair is still wet, leaving wet spots on his shirt in a few places. His skin is flushed from the heat of his shower, and I have to admit it’s a good look on him. It makes me want to find ways to keep that flush there.

“Like what you see,” Sasha asks after I’m done my perusal of him.

I lick my lips and nod. “You know how hot you are.”

He shrugs. “Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it.”

I step toward him and place my hand on his waist. “You are so fucking sexy,” I whisper. “And I’m dying to kiss those delectable lips.”

“Then do it,” he encourages me, and I close the distance between us, finally doing what I’ve been wanting to do for the past six days.

The kiss starts out tentative as I gently press my lips to his, savoring how soft they are. He lets me take the lead, exploring his mouth. I give him a few pecks before licking the seam of his lips. A throaty moan ripples past his lips as he opens them for me, allowing me to deepen the kiss.

My hands slowly start to roam up and down his back as we make out, and my cock pushes against my underwear every time he whimpers or moans. I swallow down all of his noises, digging how vocal he is.

When I thrust into Sasha’s leg, he groans before slowly stepping back, breaking our kiss, leaving us both panting for air.

“I think maybe we should take a break and talk,” Sasha suggests, grabbing my hand and guiding me to the bed.

“I think that’s a good idea,” I reply before sitting beside him on the queen size mattress.

I love that he’s helping me keep things slow. As turned on as I am right now, there’s a part of me that’s wanting to throw caution out the window and jump his bones right here and now. But there is another part of me that will regret that in the morning. I want a relationship, not just a tumble in the sack.

“Tell me something almost no one knows about you,” he says with an even smile.

“I have no idea what I’m going to do when I graduate,” I tell him, and his brows crinkle together.

“I thought you were going to be a teacher,” he responds, and I nod.

“I am, but that’s all I know. I don’t know where I’m going to live or anything else.”

“You don’t want to move home?” he inquires.

“I have nothing back there. I mean, my parents are there, but they couldn’t care less about me. They weren’t abusive, but they were neglectful, and I have no desire to go through that again.”

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