“More than likely.” He comes even closer, his hand melding to my lower back.
Closing the space between us, he pulls me into him, and before I know it, I’m no longer standing on the ground. I’m on his shoulders, with both legs draped over his this chest.
He stares at me in the gym mirror, waiting for me to say something.
I don’t.
I can’t say a damn thing.
Not when he’s squatting like he was just before but instead of the barbell he’s usingme.
“What are you doing?”
“Finishing my workout,” he deadpans, with a look in his eye that doesn’t match his tone.
It’s an invitation.
I fake yawn. “I said you need more excitement in your life. Not another set of squats.”
“Oh, so you mean, I need more of this?”
He stands upright only long enough to flip me around to face him. Still on his shoulders, my center is in front of hisface, blocking his view, and apparently his ability or desire to workout.
“You’re sweaty,” I say, as if it bothers me. It doesn’t. Not one bit. How could it when he’s resumed his squats except this time, every time his legs straighten he places a kiss to the apex of my thighs. And not a fast peck. A slow, intentional kiss, each time baring his teeth just enough that he nibbles at my clit. The barrier my clothing creates overtop my center doesn’t distract from the sensation he’s causing me. If anything, it only adds to it.
I know the gym at the resort is empty now, but there are guests here, who can walk in at any minute. I remind him of this, but he ignores me.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I tug at his hair, bringing his attention to me.
“Well?” His breath tickles my center, only adding to the heat he’s been stirring inside me.
“No.”
He grins, bringing his lips back to me, this time sucking the fabric and me in, as he deepens his movements. “That’s what a thought,” he hums, stopping his workout, but keeping me on his shoulders. He continues to tease me until my legs tighten around his neck and I’m bucking my hips in release.
Pressing a kiss to my inner thighs, he carefully brings me back to the ground.
The door squeals open with two resort guests heading to the treadmill.
“That was close,” I whisper to him.
“See, I can have fun.”
“I never said you couldn’t, I said you need more excitement in your life.”
“With you in it, I’ll have plenty of excitement.” He winks.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
“Don’t underestimate yourself, mama. That was the most exciting workout I’ve had in a while.” His tongue swipes at his lips, and a mischievous grin forms. “The best tasting, too.”
CHAPTER 30
TOMÁS
Tino
