Page 47 of Kissing Games
Charlie resisted the temptation to suggest a spot of horizontal jogging might be preferable and tried to keep his features blank. ‘Yeah sure. Do you want to get changed and I’ll meet you by the front door in ten?’
She smiled. ‘That’s perfect, thank you. I need to get out of this thing.’ She looked down at her costume and scrunched up her nose. ‘When the shoot is over, I want to burn this.’
Five minutes later,Charlie stood in the castle hallway looking out the windows at the angry black clouds. They spat out rain, gusting horizontally across the courtyard, buffeting the cars and slapping at the castle as if fighting to get in. He felt the warmth of Valentina behind him and turned to see her uncertain face.
‘That’s a lot of weather.’
A bang of lightning and an explosion of thunder split the sky. She jumped and grabbed his arm. He instinctively flexed his muscles and looked down at her.
‘Gym?’
Charlieunlocked the gym and flicked on the lights. There was a pile of clean towels by the door, so he grabbed one to hide his arousal. He kept his gaze focused on the equipment whilst his peripheral vision ran around the mirrors trying to get a lock on Valentina. It didn’t need to find her. Her image was already burned into his brain. He briefly closed his eyes and saw her black leggings accentuating every curve, moulding to her incredible body. Her arse.Fuck me.Half his mind threw him a kaleidoscope of sexual possibilities whilst the other half fought back with images of Vlad in a hot tub as he screamed at his dick to go down. He thought back to the last time they’d been here. His shirtless pull-ups. The look on her face as she scoped him out in the mirrors. The feel of her last night as she sat on his lap.Fuck!
‘I… I have always wanted to do a pull-up,’ she said hesitantly.
So her mind was in the same place as his. He kept his back to her, focusing on the line where the wall touched the ceiling.
He cleared his throat. ‘They don’t have a pull-up machine here.’
‘Oh. So what do you suggest?’
He gritted his teeth. He could think of some ideas but they all involved touching her. He shrugged, clenching his fists around the towel.
‘Maybe, I could stand on a bench?’
He moved, grabbed the nearest one and plonked it underneath a rack. He stood to the side like a sentry, his eyes averted. He heard her stepping onto it.
‘Charlie, I still can’t reach. Can you help?’
He turned slowly to face her. She looked uncertain, unsure, chewing on her plump bottom lip. He moved behind her and dropped the towel to the bench. Placing his hands on her hips, he lifted her. Her fingers found the bars and he took some of her weight as she pulled. He stared at the small of her back, the curve of her spine as it disappeared under her leggings. The heat from her skin scorched through his palms. She made soft little grunts as she pulled, sounds that sent surges of blood to his cock. Desire raged like wildfire through him. It was too big, too all-consuming to control. He was frantically trying to put out the flames, but she was gasoline.
She let go of the bar, breathing heavily. ‘Thank you.’
He lifted his hands away, grabbed the towel and took a step back. If he didn’t put some distance between them, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself reaching for her, turning her, pulling her to him, showing just how hard he was for her.
‘Maybe I should do some free weights?’ she asked breathily.
He walked to the dumbbells and selected one. There was a bench next to them facing the mirrored wall. Valentina straddled it and faced the mirror. He handed her the weight. She sat up straight, lifting her arm up and down.
‘Not that way,’ he said, his voice rough and tight. ‘Your upper arm needs to be tucked into your body.’
She tried again.
He shook his head. ‘Not like that, you’ll hurt yourself.’
‘I don’t understand.’
His feet moved before his brain caught up. He sat behind her, leaving an inch of space between their bodies. She turned her head and the hair from her ponytail tickled his neck.
‘Face forward.’
He folded his hand around hers and lifted the weight, showing her the correct move. As her elbow came up, her arm grazed across the side of his chest. She sucked in a breath. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. Her pupils were huge, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open. He felt her fingers relax around the dumbbell and it dropped to the floor with a thud.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He had to touch her.
He kept hold of her hand and lifted it onto her thigh. She offered no resistance. He interlaced his fingers with hers and squeezed. She held his gaze. Her legs widened a millimetre. His heart thumping, he brought his free hand to her other thigh, barely touching. He stroked slowly up and down the inside of her leg. Her eyes fluttered closed and she dropped her head to his shoulder with a sigh. He shunted his body closer, pulling her back flush with his chest.
‘Charlie,’ she whispered.
