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Without missing a beat, he shoves my panties aside and dives right in, licking a line from my opening to my clit. I cry out, knees buckling and brain short-circuiting. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before- his mouth is warm and wet, tongue lapping against my center like he can’t get enough and the stubble on his face tickling my inner thighs. When he spears his tongue into my opening, I nearly crumple into a heap.
Javi grips my waist tightly to steady me, flinging one of my legs over his shoulder to give him better access. “Deliciosa,” he growls against my pussy, the vibration of his voice sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through me.
My thighs quake around his ears, my fingers diving into his hair and holding on for dear life as he continues to ravage me. Everything he’s doing feelsincredible, and when he suctions his lips over my clit, I shamelessly start grinding my hips down, riding his face. I’m not sure if it’s the buzz from the alcoholthat has me feeling looser and less inhibited or if it’s justhim, but suddenly I can’t get enough. I’m writhing and moaning and coming undone like never before, the coil in my belly winding tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.
I throw my head back, banging it hard against the wall as my orgasm surges through me, waves of pleasure racking my body and pulling me under. It’s so intense that I’m pretty sure I black out for a second, and when I come back down my body goes completely limp, sliding down the wall as Javi gently takes me in his arms, still kneeling on the floor. I taste myself on his lips as he presses them against mine, stroking my hair back from my face and murmuring pretty words in Spanish that I can’t understand but sound so damn sexy that I don’t even care.
I reach for his belt, suddenly all too aware of the bulge in his jeans prodding my thigh and the fact that he still hasn’t gotten off, but he grabs my wrist to stop my advance, giving a little shake of his head.
“We’ve been away for too long already,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine.
I heave a resigned sigh, wishing we could just stay like this. But honestly, every minute we spend in this stairwell together is a risk- I was too caught up in the moment before to even consider how easily we could get caught. I struggle to my feet, pulling Javi up with me before reaching down to slide my underwear back into place, tugging my dress down my thighs.
“We should probably clean up first,” I say, glancing toward the stairs. “There’s guest rooms on the second floor, most of the doors are unlocked. You can use the bathroom in one of them.”
He nods in understanding, taking my hand and lacing his fingers with mine. “And you?” he asks, raising our joined hands and pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles.
Butterflies take flight in my belly. “I’ll just head straight for the bathroom off the ballroom,” I mumble, staring into the endless depths of his obsidian eyes. “That way, we won’t come back at the same time.”
Javi nods again, lowering our hands and stepping backwards until mine slips away from his. “I’ll see you back out there, then.”
I give him a sheepish smile, watching as he turns to head for the stairs. He pauses with his hand on the banister before ascending them, glancing back at me over his shoulder. “Hey Lo?”
“Yeah?”
“No more dancing.”
I laugh, combing my fingers through my hair as I push off from the wall. “No more dancing,” I agree.
19
“So, you’ve got a thing for Lo, huh?”
I blow out a breath as I push the weight bar up from my chest, meeting Ares’ eyes from where he’s hovering above me, spotting me on the bench press. He’s looking back at me with a shit eating grin spread across his face as if he knows something.
Sorry, buddy. You don’t have a clue.
My biceps strain beneath the weight of the bar as I drop it into the cradle with a metallic clang, wiping the thin sheen of perspiration from my brow. “What do you mean?” I ask, abs constricting as I sit up on the bench and swivel to drop my feet to the floor.
I was surprised when the guys actually followed through on this half-baked plan for us to work out together at their gym. When they first mentioned it at the bar, I’d thought they were justjoking around, but then Tristan brought it up again at the party last night and well, here we are.
Ares’ grin widens as he rounds the bench to stand in front of me. “C’mon, I saw how you were dancing with her at the party, man,” he goads, nudging my foot with his.
I shrug nonchalantly. “It was just dancing. You were doing it too.”
“But not likethat.”
“Jealous of my dance moves?” I tease, arching a brow.
He puffs out his chest and folds his arms across it, rolling his eyes. “Psh, I’ve got moves of my own.”
“Sureyou do,” Archer mocks from the lat pull machine nearby.
Ares flips him the bird over his shoulder, blowing past his brother’s commentary to continue not-so-subtly prod into what he thinks he saw on the dance floor last night. “Hey, I get it,” he says to me with a chuckle. “She’s sexy, in like a hot nerd kinda way. I’d hit it.”
“Ohhhkay, can we not talk about my sister like that?” Iver protests, dropping a set of free weights on the rack and shooting a death glare in Ares’ direction through the mirror along the side wall.
Ares barks out a laugh. “C’mon, it’s true! Right, Javi?”
