I lived and breathed it.
Until I met Beth.
She’s beautiful, sweet, and so incredibly sexy . . . but she’s out of bounds.
Beth wants me, I know she does, and I want her.
If I wasn’t her student it would be game on.
And I was.
Until I met Ryan.
He held me against his hard body on a hot Ibiza night, and I lost myself to him.
Six months later, he’s in my Spanish class…
what I feel for him is totally against the rules.
Soon rugby isn’t the only game Ryan is playing.
But when his past catches up with him, and everything starts to go wrong . . . will it be game over for the two of us?
whirlpool of movement; I sway my hips, arms crossed above my head.
I’ve drunk too much but what the hell… I’m having fun. Moving
my ass in time to the beat, I head back to the table and take another
sip of vodka lemon, trying to act like this is what I do every
Saturday night. The drink burns its way down to my belly, stoking my
sprawled on the corner sofa of the nightclub. “You ok, my lovely?”
sister Chloe (not drinking as she’s trying for a baby) and Meg’s
sister, Lowri, who’s had more than Meg and I combined. Lowri shoots
me a tipsy look. “You’re such an amazing dancer,” she slurs.
onto the floor, spinning her around while I shimmy to the sound,
tossing my hair back from my face. “Oh God,” Lowri bleats, and
her face turns green, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
between your knees, sweetie, and I’ll fetch you a glass of water.”
recovering Lowri with Meg and Chloe. I’m lost in my own world, a
world of music and movement. All around me, people are caught up in
the buzz of the rave, a mosh-pit of gyrating bodies high on hedonism.
Dutch house bounces off the walls, the floor vibrates beneath my
feet, and lights strobe across the ceiling.
cologne. He towers over my five foot six frame, broad shoulders, slim
waist, and totally gorgeous. I’m not wearing my glasses, and his
denim-blue eyes clash with mine. He smiles, his teeth flashing white
in a tanned face. “Hola,” he smirks, and it’s a smirk full of promise. “Cómo
together and I feel his hardness pushing against my tummy. My head
tucks under his chin and I breathe him in. It’s been too long since
I felt the pleasure of a sexy man…
I’ll meet him again. I’ll just enjoy this for what it is: a brief
encounter. I’m so turned on; I can feel my knickers sticking to me
under my party dress.
And then he’s kissing me, his lips warm and filled with lust, his
tongue chasing mine. “Come, princesa,”
he breaks away and tugs on my hand. “Let’s find somewhere
have one-night stands. Never have. Never thought I would. But the
past three years have taken their toll, and I’m fed up with
listening to sensible Beth. Just this once. What harm can it do? I’ll
make sure we use protection…
stagger through the fire escape door into an alleyway, and he picks
me up like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist; he
presses me against the brick wall under a street light and kisses me
again, harder this time, sucking my lower lip into his mouth before
biting down on it and making me yelp with delight. His hands palm my
needy tits, and I feel my nipples peak. Sweet Jesus, I’m so wet I
could come right now.
and melodic, but it doesn’t sound Spanish. It sounds… Welsh. No,
that can’t be right. I must be in an alcohol-induced fog.
hands over his ripped abs. God, he’s hot. I lean my weight into the
wall and brace myself.
you, princesa. Is that what you want?”
with his teeth.
running up to us. He holds out a cell phone, and gives it to my
Ibizan (as I’ll think of him for the next six months). It’s then
that I notice the tattoo of a scorpion on his hand… it burns its
way into my consciousness like a branding iron, its tail raised ready
to sting. I shiver to myself.
mine. “I’m sorry, Beth. There’s been some trouble at home.” A
pause. “Really nice meeting you, but I have to go.” He kisses me
briefly on the forehead, and I notice the regret in his expression.
you get the trouble sorted.”
tells me I’ve had a lucky escape. Six months later, I learn she
couldn’t have been more wrong.
SC Daiko is a romance junkie who loves writing about strong heroines and hot alpha males. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes her happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors, and she feels it a privilege to be a part of the book world.