Foreign Love (An International Sports Romance) (Love in Shades) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller
Authors: Cassie-Ann L. Miller
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pounds into me in a reckless, uninhibited frenzy.
I keen towards him, wanting more. Needing to take it all. Not letting a drop of this pleasure escape me. Sensation rushes through me, warm and sharp. He watches as I trip and stumble into it. My fingers grasp for his hair, for the sheets, for anything to hold onto as I ride the wave after wave after wave of orgasm.
And now, he’s coming apart, grunting and muttering as his fingernails sink deeper into my flesh. He’s fucking me harder, deeper, groaning a thousand obscenities in French and English and another language all his own.
When he collapses onto the bed next to me a moment later, his brow is damp with sweat, his breathing is erratic. “Sex is so good with you,” he mutters into the air right before he pulls my quivering body against his.
And we stay like that, wrapped up in each other until his breathing grows slow and steady.
Anxiety creeps into my mind, spooling around my spine. I don’t want to go back to my apartment. I don’t want to face Geneviève and my roommates and be constantly reminded of the life that I lost, of the dream that was shattered when I damaged my leg. And why do I feel more at home with this stranger than I do in my own bed, in my own life?
“Can I stay?” I ask burying my face into the curve of his neck. His beard bruises my forehead.
“Oh Julia, of course you can stay the night.”
I pull back and look into his eyes, copper pits with sparkling gold speckles. “No – can I stay ?”
In the low light, I see the question finally register in his mind. Panic. That’s the only way to describe his expression.
And now, I’m embarrassed. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve always been spontaneous, impulsive and highly unpredictable. It’s what my friends love about me. But I’ve finally taken it too far, inviting myself to move in with this man. How stupid and presumptuous of me to try to move in with him. I’ve known the poor guy for how long? I know nothing about his life and he knows nothing about mine. He must think I’m just the crazy American girl he fucked in the airplane lavatory within minutes of meeting her.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that. I don’t know what I was think –“
His lips press to mine, burying my apologies with a kiss. His expression is soft now. He flicks a finger along my cheek. “Of course you can stay.”
Chapter 16
Lucien
Julia’s hair is still wet from the shower. It hangs down her back in long, deep-gold waves.
“I forgot my blow-dryer,” she laments as she leans over the bench in front of the dresser and digs through her bag.
“Ah, that is not a problem,” I say coming up behind her and yanking the towel from around my waist. “I will be your personal hair dryer.”
She laughs and swats me away with her hands as I try to rub the towel against her hair.
“What?” I say innocently, stopping for a fraction of a second to watch her.
“You’re naked,” she says, gawking at my semi-erection. God – just the sight of her sends blood pumping to my cock.
I hook my fists on my hips and stand back, giving her just enough space to appreciate my body. “You like me naked, no?”
Her laughter tappers off. “Very much,” she says earnestly.
God – it’s only been a few days, but already love waking up next to her. When I got back home after my early morning soccer practice, she was still in bed sleeping. So, I climbed back in and woke her up, pressing my erection to her belly. We’d fucked again, but now, it’s time to start the day.
Julia’s eyes grow serious and hot with need. She stares at me for a beat and the look on her face is a cross between hesitation and something wickedly devious. “Y’know, I’ve been thinking,” she says as she slides off of the bench and stands in front of me, lacing her arms around my neck. “You’ve been so… kind
I keen towards him, wanting more. Needing to take it all. Not letting a drop of this pleasure escape me. Sensation rushes through me, warm and sharp. He watches as I trip and stumble into it. My fingers grasp for his hair, for the sheets, for anything to hold onto as I ride the wave after wave after wave of orgasm.
And now, he’s coming apart, grunting and muttering as his fingernails sink deeper into my flesh. He’s fucking me harder, deeper, groaning a thousand obscenities in French and English and another language all his own.
When he collapses onto the bed next to me a moment later, his brow is damp with sweat, his breathing is erratic. “Sex is so good with you,” he mutters into the air right before he pulls my quivering body against his.
And we stay like that, wrapped up in each other until his breathing grows slow and steady.
Anxiety creeps into my mind, spooling around my spine. I don’t want to go back to my apartment. I don’t want to face Geneviève and my roommates and be constantly reminded of the life that I lost, of the dream that was shattered when I damaged my leg. And why do I feel more at home with this stranger than I do in my own bed, in my own life?
“Can I stay?” I ask burying my face into the curve of his neck. His beard bruises my forehead.
“Oh Julia, of course you can stay the night.”
I pull back and look into his eyes, copper pits with sparkling gold speckles. “No – can I stay ?”
In the low light, I see the question finally register in his mind. Panic. That’s the only way to describe his expression.
And now, I’m embarrassed. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve always been spontaneous, impulsive and highly unpredictable. It’s what my friends love about me. But I’ve finally taken it too far, inviting myself to move in with this man. How stupid and presumptuous of me to try to move in with him. I’ve known the poor guy for how long? I know nothing about his life and he knows nothing about mine. He must think I’m just the crazy American girl he fucked in the airplane lavatory within minutes of meeting her.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that. I don’t know what I was think –“
His lips press to mine, burying my apologies with a kiss. His expression is soft now. He flicks a finger along my cheek. “Of course you can stay.”
Chapter 16
Lucien
Julia’s hair is still wet from the shower. It hangs down her back in long, deep-gold waves.
“I forgot my blow-dryer,” she laments as she leans over the bench in front of the dresser and digs through her bag.
“Ah, that is not a problem,” I say coming up behind her and yanking the towel from around my waist. “I will be your personal hair dryer.”
She laughs and swats me away with her hands as I try to rub the towel against her hair.
“What?” I say innocently, stopping for a fraction of a second to watch her.
“You’re naked,” she says, gawking at my semi-erection. God – just the sight of her sends blood pumping to my cock.
I hook my fists on my hips and stand back, giving her just enough space to appreciate my body. “You like me naked, no?”
Her laughter tappers off. “Very much,” she says earnestly.
God – it’s only been a few days, but already love waking up next to her. When I got back home after my early morning soccer practice, she was still in bed sleeping. So, I climbed back in and woke her up, pressing my erection to her belly. We’d fucked again, but now, it’s time to start the day.
Julia’s eyes grow serious and hot with need. She stares at me for a beat and the look on her face is a cross between hesitation and something wickedly devious. “Y’know, I’ve been thinking,” she says as she slides off of the bench and stands in front of me, lacing her arms around my neck. “You’ve been so… kind
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