Page 56 of My Grumpy Billionaire Soccer Star

I make my way into the cool morning air and slip out of our makeshift bed, not wanting to wake her. My skin is drenched with humidity, and I seem to be wrapped in a cloud of it. I take a deep breath, trying to inhale the damp air. It feels earthy mixed with saltwater, and I begin walking along the shoreline, looking for anything that might have washed up in the night.

The rocks are uneven, the waves crashing softly against them, and I stumble about. I’ve been trying to find so little so far, and it’s frustrating. I spot each piece of debris as it is, and each piece feels like a reminder of our isolation. I kick a small rock into the surf, the rock sinking beneath the surface.

Images of Rachel fly around in my mind like fleeting shadows. It makes me think about how her laughter has dulled my anger and how her presence has moved something inside me. I think of her, and there is a peace that settles into my chest and an ease I did not think I would find out here. So, what does it mean that I feel this way?

I shake my head to clear those thoughts. Not now. I can’t afford to get wrapped up in feelings. But my feet seem to bring me back toward our shelter, to her. I feel the pull, the inexplicable need to be near her.

I can hear water splashing; my heart quickens as I make my way back. I wonder what’s making that noise, but I step carefully through the underbrush. When I round a cluster of trees and find her, I can’t help but catch my breath.

In a small pool, Rachel splashes playfully in the water. She doesn’t notice me at first, and I’m struck by the sight: the water glinting on her skin, the droplets falling from her arms. I am overwhelmed by my primal urges as the sunlight dances on her curves. I feel my desire rush, and she looks beautiful, wild, and free.

I clear my throat, and she turns at the sound, looking at me. Her gaze has no hesitation. She doesn’t shield herself or cower. Instead, she smiles—a kind of playful challenge in her expression.

“Care to join me?” she asks, her voice light and teasing.

I start to process her invitation, and my heart races. The heat is rising in my cheeks, but I want to jump into the water so badly. I dive into the pool, and the cold water wakes me up as much asit shocks me at first. The distance between us closes quickly, and I swim toward her.

She laughs, bubbles of water floating around us. “Didn’t think you’d take me up on it.”

“Will I not take a tempting offer?” I respond, my voice quivering from the rush of my pulse. I splash water, and she retaliates and laughs, the sound echoing in the air, filling it with joy.

The water tosses us together in the pool, and I can’t help but wonder how easy it is to be here together like this. Yes, the world outside our little paradise fades away. She looks at me, and the laughter fades away to be replaced by something deeper.

She says softly, her voice a whisper above a whisper, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Unable to say anything, I nod. The moment feels intimate around us, and I know she’s close, the water shifting slightly between us.

I look into her eyes and see mischief and vulnerability, and I remember how much I want her. I can’t ignore the hunger building inside of me—all at once thrilling and terrifying.

“Rachel,” I say, my voice low, almost hesitant.

“Yeah?” she replies, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with curiosity.

“And do you ever think about what happens after this? After we’re off the island?”

As she hesitates and her eyes skip, I can see the contemplation pass over her. “Honestly? I try not to think about it. I want to focus on now.”

“Right now is pretty good,” I agree, my heart racing as I inch closer. The water is closing in all around us, becoming a barrier, making the atmosphere even more erotic.

“I think I want to enjoy it while it lasts,” she continues, her voice a whisper, and I can feel the weight of her words.

I don’t even think about it before I lean in and capture her lips with mine. The air between us rockets with the kiss. I pull her close, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

The water around us swishes and slaps over the edge of the pool, but I’m underwater, her lips on mine.

This is unfiltered; this is raw. As I become consumed with the kiss, I can only see everything else fade into nothingness. It’s everything I want and everything I don’t know I need.

I’d wanted to kiss her for hours. I craved the taste of her on my lips, on my tongue, in my blood. And the feel of her—I think as I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her tightly against me.

Her mouth is so full, so ripe, and much more intoxicating than I’d expected. Her body shivers once against mine, first in shock, then in response. At the moment, it doesn’t matter much to me.

I keep whispering sweet nothings in her ear. At the same time, I’m peppering her face, the crook of her neck, and her exposed cleavage with kisses.

She can’t take her eyes off my erect member, and she moans as I slide my hands down her thighs and my questing fingers find the wetness between her legs.

Rachel feels my body’s instant response, my dick jerking back to life and my mouth feeding off hers. As we make out, my hands begin to take, my fingers digging in to claim her as mine.

She’s already wet and ready when she shoves me back. It’s amazing how she switches from being unwilling to taking control of the pace of our little romp.

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