Free Foreign Love (An International Sports Romance) (Love in Shades) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller Page B

Lucien calling my name as he heads off the field. When I look down at him, he gestures for me to meet him down at the locker room. I slip my sketchpad into my messenger bag and meet him in the narrow, brightly-lit hallway just outside of the locker room.
     
    “Hey, you…” I say as I approach him. He’s leaning against the doorjamb and he drags the tail of his uniform shirt across his sweaty brow.
     
    Seeing him like this after practice, covered in sweat and mud, smelling earthy and panting from exertion, does something to me. My lips tingle to touch his salty skin. My fingers itch to trail across the sweaty ridges of his torso. And I want him inside of me, grunting and rutting with that expression he makes each time he drives his cleats into the soccer ball.
     
    “Hey.” His fingers curl around my forearm as he leans down and presses his lips to mine. “I will take a quick shower and then we will go home,” he whispers against my lips.
     
    Ummm. Am I crazy or does he taste better than ever?
     
    I stand on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper.
     
    “Shit – je suis tout sale ,” Lucien murmurs apologetically when he pulls back and notices that he’s smeared mud and sweat down the front of my white tank top and short skirt.
     
    I give him a coquettish smirk. “Well, I guess we both have to take a shower now, huh?” I tilt my chin in the direction of the locker room showers.
     
    His eyes grow wide as he stares down at me. I can tell that he thinks that I’m crazy but he’s loving the idea just as much as I am.
     
    “C’mon,” I grumble, dragging my hand down his body until I’m cupping his warm semi-erection in my palm. “All your teammates are gone for the night. No one’s here but you and me.”
     
    I see desire flickering in his eyes and I take that as an opening to slide my fingers through his and lead him through the open doorway. Giggling all the way, heart pounding in my chest, I drop my bag to the tiled floor. I step into the stall at the end of the row of shower booths and drag him in with me before hauling the curtain shut and turning on the water. And we’re together under the pounding stream, clothes and cleats and all.
     
    Lucien tilts his head and kisses me. Like he’s hungry. Like he’s starving. “You are such a dirty girl, Julia,” he groans, his fingers sliding up my neck and angling my face.
     
    I moan as his hands slide under my skirt. “Make me clean,” I say wickedly.
     
    His hands grab my ass, coaxing my left leg to wrap around him. He pins me to the tiled wall and the spray continues to beat down our skin. His teeth sink into my lower lip. “I like you better when you are dirty.” I feel his grin against me. “I like you when your pussy is wet, making a mess of my sheets and my come is dripping down your chin. I like it when I’m fucking you from behind and you are so wet I can hear myself splashing in and out of your body. You know I like you dirty, Julia.”
     
    I moan as he sucks on the flesh of my neck and down my chest. His beard bruises my skin when he tugs at the low-cut V of my t-shirt as his lips move over the rise of my breasts.
     
    We both jump when we hear a door slam loudly in the distance. Someone whistles a melody that bounces off the walls.
     
    “Concierge,” he murmurs against my skin. “We must be quick. We do not have much time.”
     
    I nod my head as I struggle to pull the small foil package out of the pocket of my skirt that’s bunched up around my waist.
     
    Lucien cocks an eyebrow when I slap the packaging into the palm of his hand. “You are ready ?” I hear the amusement in his voice. He thinks I planned this.
     
    I press my lips to his ears and squeeze the ropey muscles of his biceps. “I’m always ready for you.”
     
    Of course I’m carrying a condom. This is the guy that I fucked in the airplane bathroom after all. Spontaneous sex is nothing new for us.
     
    I slide down