11. Anna

Anna

I groaned at Nadia's response. This was a bad idea. I knew it was a bad idea, and maybe it was the wine, but right now I couldn't remember why that was. All I knew for sure was that being with Nadia twenty-four seven was fucking with my head because right now I wanted nothing more than to kiss those pouty lips of hers.

When she slammed me against the door and caged me in I'd felt a sharp rush of arousal that centered in my core. When she licked her lips, I felt my panties dampen. And if she could do that with just a look, what would happen if we kissed?

I couldn't wait any longer to find out.

I pressed my lips against hers, lightly at first, but then Nadia grabbed my hips and dragged me closer, releasing a breathy sigh against my lips. That broke through the rest of my restraint. Slamming my hands down on her muscular shoulders, I shoved my tongue into her mouth, kissing her roughly. Her eager tongue met mine stroke for stroke.

If I'd known kissing Nadia Gordan would feel like this, I would have done it years ago. No first kiss – no kiss at all – had ever felt this good. Our mouths fused together perfectly. Our bodies aligned just as perfectly. My head turned slightly to one side as hers turned to the other, ensuring there was no awkward bumping of noses. It's like our bodies instinctively knew what to do.

I ground my pelvis against hers, and Nadia used her grip on my hips to leverage her lower body, immediately matching my rhythm. I moved one of my hands from her shoulder, sliding it lower and shoving it between our bodies so I could cup one of her breasts. She was a perfect handful and I couldn't help but groan against her mouth.

We kissed for what felt like hours before I finally came to my senses. Nadia might not be drunk, but by her own admission, she wasn't totally sober. Despite my joking about the fact that I could handle my alcohol better than her, I was still slightly buzzed as well.

As good as this felt, it would be a bad idea to take it any farther. Until a few days ago, we hated each other's guts, although now I was seeing that there was a fine line between hating each other and white hot lust.

But most importantly, we had a job to do here. Winning the Games wasn't just for us. The entire country was counting on us. Competing here was a privilege, and we both needed to be one hundred percent focused on bringing home the gold. Our personal stuff could wait.

I pulled back reluctantly.

"We should stop," I whispered against her lips.

Nadia's eyes widened as her brain caught up with what her body was doing.

"Oh crap, yeah. Sorry."

It was the reaction I needed, but not the one I wanted.

Nadia slid out from between me and the door, and when her hands went to the hem of her shirt, I turned away to give her privacy to change. I'd studiously avoided looking at her body when she changed clothes in our room, and I needed to be even more diligent about it now that I knew just how soft her lips were and how incredible it felt to hold her breast in my hand.

We were both totally silent until we'd slipped into our flimsy cardboard beds. I shifted uncomfortably on the thin mattress as I stared up at the ceiling, reliving everything that happened after we got back here.

"Anna?"

I jumped a little at her voice, assuming that she'd fallen asleep.

"Yeah?"

"You're a good kisser."

There was something in her voice that was almost vulnerable. It was so unlike Nadia that it made my stomach clench a little.

"You're not so bad yourself, Princess."

I could feel Nadia staring at me across the small room, so I rolled over to face her. There was only about four or five feet between our beds, so I didn't need a lot of light to see the outline of her body in the darkness.

"We're becoming friends, aren't we?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not going to lie, after tonight I'm going to have a hard time settling for just being friends."

I winced as my words escaped without going through my usual filter. I almost thought I was imagining it when I heard her whisper, "Me too."

When she spoke again a minute later, her voice was closer to that chipper tone that I was starting to realize she used as a shield to hide her true emotions.

"We need to focus on winning the gold," she said. "But when this is all over, how about I tie you to the bed and sit on your face until you make me come."

Ignoring the rush of moisture that flooded my panties at that visual, I made a scoffing noise. "Maybe I want to come first. Besides, you can't tie me to a cardboard bed."

"Don't worry, I'll figure something out."

Damned if that didn't make me even more intrigued with my roommate.