Page 16 of Caught Up In You (Indigo Royal Resort)
“My family isn’t any of your business either,” she shot back.
“It would have been if he shared my DNA.”
“But he doesn’t. So stay away from him. And stay away from me.”
Cullen stood, putting down his cigar and glass of scotch. He towered over her, but she was so damn sexy all he wanted to do was pick her up and nail her to the wall with his dick. The fire inside her was pouring out at that moment and only made her that much sexier. He had no idea what exactly was running through that sassy mind of hers, but he liked the idea of pushing her buttons even more.
“And what
if I don’t want to do either of those things?” he asked, stepping closer, closing the gap between them.
She stood her ground, trying to make herself taller, which really only resulted in her pushing her beautiful breasts out farther. She swallowed hard. “Stay the fuck away from me, Cruz.”
“No, Menina, I won’t,” he responded, stepping even closer, so there was almost no gap between them now. He could hear her breath catch as he did so, which made his heart speed up even more. Maybe she did still want him. “Here’s what I think. I think you want me. Under all that piss and vinegar, what you really want is another ride,” he whispered into her ear.
Her breath hitched slightly, betraying the scowl on her face. Regaining her composure just as quick as she’d let it slip, she growled, “Not a chance.”
“Really?” he whispered again, skeptical of her answer.
“Really.”
He reached out and put his hand on her waist. Before she could pull away, he yanked her into him, hard. Her soft curves smashed into his hard chest, making them both catch their breath. He felt her body shiver in his arms and saw her eyes darken with desire, just as a bolt of lust ran through his own body. Before he could stop himself, he reached down and scooped her up by her ass. She let out a little gasp, which he quickly silenced by covering her mouth with his.
She tasted sweet, just like he remembered. Her soft lips felt like heaven against his and, in this moment, for the life of him he couldn’t remember why he hadn’t done this years ago. Her body was stiff in his arms, as if she were fighting an internal battle on whether or not to resist. She fisted her hands in his shirt, as if she couldn’t make up her mind if she wanted to push him away or pull him in closer. Helping her make the decision, he pulled her in even tighter. As much as she tried to hide it, he knew she wanted this—wanted him. He’d seen the flame of desire in her eyes.
After a moment, the initial shock wore off, and she slid her arms around his neck, returning his kiss fully. It was like something had ignited the flame inside her and she poured all her passion and anger into her efforts. Her tongue met his and it was like fireworks went off in his body. He couldn’t remember the last time something as simple as a kiss had felt this good. Maybe never. His left hand dipped to squeeze her butt cheek, causing her to whimper and moan in excitement. This only fueled him on more—kissing her harder, deeper, wanting even more of her.
When he finally pulled away, it took him a moment to open his eyes, afraid that he might see regret in hers. But it wasn’t regret that was shining back at him—it was a mix of surprise and longing. And it made him want to kiss her again.
She unhooked her arms from his neck, sliding back down his body. When her feet met the ground, she lifted her hand to her lips, slowly running her fingers across them, in disbelief at what had just happened. She looked back up at him, but only for a second before turning and running away.
Chapter Eight
After another productive day at camp, Cullen reached into his duffle bag and dug out his mobile phone, not sure exactly what he was hoping to see. That was a lie—there was a long list of things he’d hoped to find waiting for him, not the least of which was some kind of message from Leona regarding the events of last night. He had no idea what had been going through his mind, or well, how he let his dick take over his brain and commandeer all rational thought.
But damn, had that kiss been good. Better than good. That kiss had been…something else. He couldn’t quite put the words to it, but it had left him momentarily off-kilter. The feel of her lips, the taste of her tongue, the swell of her breasts against him—all of it threw him for a loop, even now, almost an entire day later. She’d even started to kiss him back there for a moment. He continued to let his mind wander to Leona and if she was still reeling from it a day later as well. He wondered if she was unable to stop thinking about him in the same way he was unable to stop thinking about her.
Turning his focus back to his phone, he found a text from Oliver:
Oliver: Got something, potentially. Call me.
Now this was exciting. He’d given up hopes that it was Liverpool calling to say they wanted him back; they’d been all over social media introducing his replacement these past couple of days. But at this point, he’d entertain pretty much anywhere. He’d never had much interest in playing in Spain or France, but both leagues were top-notch and had some fantastic players. Hell, even the Dutch league could be fun at this point. While the back of the town car was fairly soundproof with the partition up, he still waited until he was back at La Isla Bonita to call Oliver back, stepping out on the patio to sit in a lounge chair and enjoy the sea breeze.
“Cullen,” Oliver answered the phone, ignoring the more traditional greeting.
“Just calling you like you asked,” he said, taking a swig of the beer he’d grabbed out of the mini fridge.
“How’s camp going?”
“Good. Interesting mix of kids. Definitely some legitimate talent. Turns out, I’m actually enjoying it more than I thought,” he admitted.
“Now that I am very glad to hear,” Oliver said, drawing out the word “very.”
“Why?” Cullen asked skeptically.
“Turns out there is a team that is interested in you,” Oliver told him coyly.
“Yeah?”
