“Then let me show you,” I breathe, wrapping a leg around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the weight of his body meld against mine.
“Jesus, Elena,” he murmurs, eyes darkening with lust. “This is reckless.”
“Maybe it is,” I say, letting my hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his hoodie. “But it’s what I want. It’s what we both want.”
With a fierce need, he crashes his lips against mine again, the kiss deepening, fueled by the urgency of everything we’ve kept bottled up. The world outside fades away, leaving just him and me, tangled in this moment of reckless abandon. Each kiss ignites a fire in me, every touch pulling us deeper into the storm of our desires.
He groans as my fingers slip beneath the hem of his hoodie, tracing the skin of his abdomen.
I shiver at the sound of my name on his lips, his voice laced with both desperation and longing. “This is so wrong…”
“Maybe,” I breathe against his mouth, “but it feels so damn good.”
With every breath, every kiss, we forget the boundaries we’ve set, melting into something that feels almost inevitable. The gym, the rules, the training—all of it fades into nothingness as we lose ourselves in each other, suspended in this heatedmoment, daring to explore what’s been building between us all along.
His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he lifts me slightly, positioning me on the edge of the workout bench. The cool metal sends a jolt through me, but it's nothing compared to the heat radiating between us. I can barely think, every rational thought drowned out by the overwhelming desire surging through me.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low and commanding, laced with raw urgency.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I reply, pulling him closer, my fingers trailing up his arms, feeling the tension in his muscles.
With a predatory smirk, he captures my mouth again, deepening the kiss as his hands slide down to my waist, lifting my shirt over my head in one swift motion. The fabric falls away, and I gasp at the rush of cool air against my skin, amplifying the heat of his body pressed against mine.
He pauses, his gaze sweeping over me like a feast laid out before him. “Good. Because I’m not stopping,” he growls, the sincerity in his voice sending a thrill through me.
“Your turn,” I challenge, biting my lip and tugging on the hem of his hoodie. He doesn’t hesitate, lifting it over his head and tossing it aside, revealing the chiseled lines of his chest and the definition of his abs. I can’t help but stare, my fingers itching to explore every inch.
“Damn,” I whisper, feeling emboldened as I trace my fingertips across his skin.
His eyes darken with need as he leans in, kissing down my neck, his mouth trailing lower, teasing along my collarbone. The sensation sends shivers through me, igniting a fire low in my stomach.
“Colt,” I gasp, my voice shaky as I arch my back, craving more of his touch.
He pulls back slightly, a commanding look in his eyes. “I want to hear you say it again.”
“Colt,” I reply, this time with a breathless urgency.
“Good,” he murmurs, then suddenly serious as he glances down. “Uh, there’s one little problem. I don’t have any protection.”
I freeze for a moment, caught off guard. “I haven’t had sex in two years,” I admit, the confession slipping out easier than I expected.
“Two whole years?”
I nod.
“For me, me since my last ex,” Colt responds, his eyes narrowing slightly as he steps closer, his presence engulfing me. “I could get you the negative test results if you want.”
“I can’t get pregnant,” I say quickly, heat creeping up my cheeks. “It was…an issue with my breakup. No need to go into detail now.”
“Really?” he asks, his voice low, a hint of satisfaction crossing his features.
“Yes, really,” I confirm, urgency coursing through me. “You’re clean? You promise?”
“Clean as a whistle.”
With a fierce need, he crashes his lips against mine again, the kiss deepening, fueled by the urgency of everything we’ve kept bottled up. The world outside fades away, leaving just him and me, tangled in this moment of reckless abandon.
“Elena,” he breathes between kisses, and I can feel the tension, the desire radiating off him. He lifts me up against the wall, and I fully wrap both of my legs around him, pulling him closer, as if daring him to take control fully.
