A Dash of Spice (Lights Camera Insta-love 2)

“No, I’m in Manhattan. Downtown. But…” I sigh and pick up the soap, slowly lathering it in my hands. “Photographers are camped at the curb outside my building right now. The scrapes I get into on the ice don’t always go viral like this last one. That’s why I’m worried.”

Lola turns and I’m momentarily tongue tied at the up close view of her mouthwatering tits—and don’t even get me started on that little, red snatch. My senses are so scrambled; I almost take a bite out of the soap in my hands. “You’re worried the league will be harsher on you because the fight was so public?”

“Yeah.” I put the soap on the ledge and run my hands along the slope of her shoulders, down to her sexy tits, kneading them. Gently. Like a lady needs. “It doesn’t matter if I’m the best player in the league, the games need to be family friendly or they sell less tickets. My manager booked me at the last second for the baking show, thinking it might prove to the league I’m committed to improving my image.”

My touch is making her breathe heavily, maybe even distracting her from our conversation, and I love knowing I’m capable of doing that. “I, um…um. That’s nice.” I thumb her nipples and her eyelids droop slightly. “What if you apologize?”

I frown. “Huh?”

“Apologize to the guy whose nose you broke. And the fans, too. On social media.”

“Like Twitter?”

“Sure.” She takes my wrists and backs up, so the shower spray is hitting my chest and rolling downward. If I’m not mistaken, I think maybe Lola is hot to get me wet. So she can ogle my muscles. Damn, I hope so. They’re all hers. She slides her fingers into my chest hair, raking her nails up and down my pecs, turning my cock to engorged steel. This must be fucking paradise. “A public apology would go a long way,” she murmurs. “Didn’t your manager suggest it to you?”

“He probably assumed I’d never go for it. I’m not really the apology type.”

Lola shrugs. “You might be mean, but deep down, you’re just a big sweetie.”

My face warms. Am I blushing?

What the hell is this woman doing to me?

I don’t know, but she can never stop. Ever.

“You make me want to be better,” I say, swallowing hard. “To be worthy of you.”

“Worthy of me?” She seems to be holding her breath, looking up at me through her eyelashes. “I’m a runaway show girl.”

I grasp her arms. “You are my heaven. And I’m going to figure out how to be yours.”

“Aiden…” she whispers, reaching up to cup my jaw. She looks like she wants to say more, but instead, she goes up on her toes and offers me those steamed up lips. I’m incapable of doing anything but fusing my mouth with Lola’s, drawing hard on the kiss, before breaching the barrier of her lips with my tongue. Ohhhh. My God. She melts against me, trapping my dick between our slippery bodies and I lap at her, our slick lips dancing together, tongues twining with mounting hunger. My hands ache for contact with her skin, even though I’m already touching her. There is never enough, but I attempt to feel as much of her as possible, running my palms down her arched back, over her smooth ass, hips, thighs, arms.

She seems to love touching my chest and abs, so I tighten my muscles, flexing them beneath her fingertips and she whines into the kiss, sucking hard on my tongue.

Fuck yes.

I rear back with my right hand, intending to slap her ass, but I curl it into a fist before I can make contact. “Dammit, I’m trying so hard to treat you like a lady.”

“Why?” she says, looking offended.

“You’re a virgin, baby,” I say, wrapping her in my arms and holding her tight, marveling over the way our bodies lock together like two halves of a whole. “I know I’ve never been with anyone, either, but I’ve got two hundred and eighty pounds of muscle to protect me. You’re so young and fragile and perfect…”

Once again, I check the impulse to get down on my knees and pray to her.

Our Lola, who art my heaven…hallowed be thy name…

Her mouth curves into a smile. “Are you praying to me?”

“Yes,” I admit, though I didn’t realize I’d said anything out loud. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I want to worship you and spank that little butt at the same time.”

Her blue eyes deepen in color. “Who says you can’t do both?” she murmurs, turning to face the shower wall, presenting me with two wet, rounded cheeks. I press my hips closer, my cock automatically trying to wedge its way home. Ah Jesus, yes. I could come like this, just rubbing my cock up and down against her virgin asshole. “I’m not a fragile little lady,” she says, looking back at me over her shoulder. “I loved it when you were mean to my mouth, Aiden.”