Settling the Score (The Summer Games #1)(73)

She nodded, hesitantly.

“These legs are so beautiful; I could worship them every day.”

The edge of her mouth tipped up; I was getting to her. I stood and dragged my hand up over her chest and pressed down against her rapidly beating heart.

“This heart, Andie…”

She let go of her bottom lip and inhaled a shaky breath.

“I want this heart all for myself.”

“Freddie…”

I didn’t give her time to push me away. “This smile. This is what unwound me. I’m powerless when it comes to this smile.”

I dragged my finger across her bottom lip. I could feel her breath against the pad of my finger and I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to steal that mouth and show her what she meant to me.

“You’re confident and you’re funny and they don’t know that, Andie. You’re more than what they see.”

She leaned forward then, pushing her body against mine and wrapping her arms around my neck. I cradled her against me and whispered in her ear. “I promise you that, Andie. You’re more than what they see.”

She laughed. “Is that why we’re kissing in a supply closet?”

I smiled and shook my head, slipping my hand into the waistband of her pants. “Just close your eyes.”

She smiled sadly against my neck, easing her fingers into my hair. “I don’t know what’s going to happen with us Freddie.”

I wanted to tell her everything would be easy from here on out, that we could be together and tell the world to piss off, but truthfully, I wasn’t any surer than she was.

“Just give me this,” I said, kissing her neck. “This is all we need.”

It was a lie. Secret sex in a broom closet wouldn’t sustain us for long. Andie deserved so much more, but it was the only thing I could give her that wouldn’t make things worse. I could make her happy for that one moment. I could drag her out of the terrible day and make her remember why the fight was worth it.

My hands were everywhere, feeling her smooth stomach beneath her tank top and sliding up higher to palm her breast. I needed her more than I needed my next race. The water was soothing, but Andie lit me on fire. Her touch on my arms was enough to send me over the edge.

“Kiss me,” she begged.

I crashed my mouth against hers and hauled her up against my body. I picked her up and she wound her legs around my waist. I wanted to take my time and make love to her on soft sheets, but there was no bed and no time.

I nibbled on her bottom lip until she opened for me. My tongue slipped past her lips and she moaned against me, sending vibrations down my throat. Her hand found its way down the front of my pants, so soft and warm I had to stifle a heady growl.

“I need you.”

“I need you,” she repeated as her hand stroked me up and down.

I cradled her neck in my hands and dragged my finger across the center of her thighs. “I want you to come first. I want you to feel how good it can be with us.”

Her fingers dug into the back of my neck, mimicking my movements. I spun my finger in a slow circle, working her up, and she circled her finger around the back of my neck, showing me what she wanted. She didn’t tell me she was about to fall; I could feel her falling. Her body shook against mine and I watched her unravel, fixated on her delicate features and the sensual way she came apart around me.

“Again,” she begged.

Eventually we slid down onto the floor. I laid back on the cold concrete and Andie straddled my hips. A single light bulb swayed back and forth overheard, casting Andie in bright light one second and then dipping her into the shadow the next. I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto me. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. I thought I was hurting her, but she gripped my chest and moved up and down, taking our pleasure into her own hands.

I watched her roll her hips as she glided herself onto me. Up and down she went as I gripped her tiny waist.

“Fuck, Andie…”

Her breasts bounced while she rode me. I wanted to taste them, but she fell forward and dropped her mouth to my neck with whispered moans. Her nipples rubbed against my chest; her soft cries told me how much it was turning her on. Her hands clawed at me as I wrapped my arms around her. I held Andie there, and her hips pressed down on me as I pumped into her harder and faster.

There were no promises made in that dark closet, but everything we felt for each other was spelled out as clear as day. She lifted her head so she could stare down into my eyes. Her gaze flitted back and forth, trying to find something hidden beneath them.

That was when I realized the only promise I could make was to myself.

I would protect Andie no matter what.





CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT


Freddie




“FRED, SHOULDN’T YOU be at your race?” my lawyer asked as soon as the call connected.

“I’m headed to the stadium now.”

“Jesus.”

“Listen, Dave, I need you to start looking into this situation with Caroline. I need to try and get a handle— “Fred, you’re in the middle of the Olympics.”

“And Caroline is doing everything she can to ruin my life.”

“You’ve cut off communication with her, right?”

“I haven’t spoken to her since two nights ago, at the bar.”