Page 53 of My Grumpy Billionaire Soccer Star

A thunderclap echoes in the distance. Rachel’s eyes widen with surprise, and she flinches. She clings to me in an instant, her fingers digging into my arm as if it’s a lifeline.

I laugh at the sudden change. “You okay there?” I try to lighten up by teasing.

She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she presses closer to me, her warm body against mine and her breath against my neck.

She finally mutters, “Don’t laugh at me,” with a hint of defiance in her voice, but it’s mixed with something a little softer.

Now, I say, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m just . . . surprised you’re so jumpy.”

Again, Rachel shifts her expression and meets my gaze. She’s got that vulnerability in her eyes now, and I can feel the warraging within her. She’s slipping away from the distance she tries to keep, and the pull between us is increasing.

The rain booms against the ground as it intensifies, and in that moment, everything else disappears. Like a moth to a flame, I lean closer. “You know,” I say, my voice low, “we’re on an island, and it’s just us. Perhaps we should stop pretending.”

She gasps, and I see it register. There’s a tension in the air, and I can almost taste the anticipation. I don’t know who goes first, but we crash into each other’s lips, and it’s like a dam has broken.

The fire I feel from the kiss is hotter than the flames before us. Rachel’s lips are soft, and I feel her body melting into me. This time, there’s no hesitation. We succumb to the lust that’s been growing between us, a hunger that needs to be satisfied.

I pull her closer, wrap my arms around her, and deepen the kiss. This moment is all that matters, and the world around us disappears. The rain falls harder, but it’s just background noise as my heart pounds and her taste lingers on my lips.

Yes, she eagerly responds, her fingers knotting themselves in my hair and drawing herself a little closer, pressing against me. The heat radiating off her reaches my core, and I want to have her fully, to lose myself in her warmth. The storm outside is a tempest in our relationship, and I savor every moment of it.

Our foreheads touch, and we pull apart for a breath. The flicker of uncertainty in her eyes is interrupted by a spark that I know is a stronger connection than just a physical one. “Are we really doing this?” she asks, her voice a whisper.

I nodded, my heart racing. “Yeah, we are.”

She tilts her lips, happiness and fear fighting for resolution on her face. “But what about everything else?”

I brush my thumb along her cheek and can’t help but chuckle. “We’re just us right now. Later, we’ll figure the rest out.”

I lean in again, capturing her lips with mine. It is not lust this time—this is more. It’s a promise, a vow to explore whatever this is between us. The kiss gets deeper, and I settle into the feel of her body against mine, the feeling of the fire and the sound of the rain coming down around us.

Rachel’s moans are like music to my ears. She tastes sweet and sour at the same time, and I don’t think I can ever have enough of her.

My hands might be a bit faster now and just a little rough here and there, but that doesn’t stop me from being tender and loving. I want every bit of her body and will always remember the taste of her flesh, that tender spot just under her breasts, the way that angle curves from her rib cage to her hip, and the smooth feel of it all under my palm and fingertips.

It feels outrageously erotic as we roll together on the floor in plain sight, and I feel her muscles tense from a mini orgasm.

She buries her face against my throat, fighting to catch her breath. “Vaughn, for God’s sake. Now.”

“Not yet, not yet, not yet,” I say it like a chant.

Desperate, she sinks her teeth into me. “I’ll die in a minute.”

“Here, now. Here.” My mouth claims hers yet again as I slide my hand between her legs, slipping my fingers into the heat of her vagina.

My lips take hers with a fierceness that sends shockwaves of hot, raging desire through her body. Even as her heartbeat quickens, I change the pace, becoming more tender until that raging heat flows slow and thick.

I capture her lips with mine, rub lightly, then go deep.

I kiss her as though I’m starving, and at that moment, I’d spend the rest of my life doing nothing else but this.

My lips touch hers, retreat, and I repeat the motions until her arms lock around me. With an exasperated breath, she locks lips with me, and her tongue wrestles for supremacy with mine.

Taking time for each other adds a new layer to the intimacy we share.

I can hear the low sound of arousal as I play with her belly button. When my lips nibble down her throat, she turns her head away and sighs in wanton bliss.

All the worries and the fatigue that have bothered her are fast melting away. I can feel her surrender to me, to the pleasure I give, and hear her breathing quicken as I take my time.

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