Going for Gold (An Olympic Medal Romance Book 1) Read Online Free

use him as the jock of the week before finding someone more popular.
    Mia wasn’t like that. He could sense it in the way she wrote to him, and sitting across from her in the small booth, he couldn’t imagine a deceitful bone in her body. But something still kept him from confessing the truth.
    He didn’t want anything to ruin whatever was happening between them. He could see that she liked him, and it thrilled him to see her get so flustered in front of him. She was a new adrenaline fix, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stay away from her too long.
    “What did you ask me?” Mia’s voice trembled.
    He had to think about it before his question returned to him. “I asked about your job.”
    “That’s right. It’s good. We’ve been busy since the tourists arrived for the games, but it definitely keeps me active.”
    “Glad to hear you like it.” He covered her hands with both of his. Her skin was smooth and soft. Different from his calloused hands that often gripped the pole for everything it was worth.
    Gunnar didn’t think as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. He made sure he caught her eyes with his as he did it.
    There was no mistaking the slight tremble in her, and when she licked her lips he had the urge to close his mouth over hers and capture that tongue for his to nibble on.
    He never wanted to let her go. Sadly, the food arrived, making him do just that and halting the consuming desire before he could act on it.
    “Your meal is served,” the old lady said as she sat their bowls in front of them along with a basket of bread. “Enjoy.” Her smile was big and joyful as she left their table.
    He unwrapped the utensils from the linen napkin and stopped when he caught Mia’s eyes examining him closely.
    “Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked.
    “I just wanted to see if you liked it first.”
    He wasn’t sure if she realized how easy she was making it to play with her. He hoped she didn’t know, because he was enjoying it too much.
    “Let me try it and see.” He took his time sticking the spoon in the hearty stew. When he finally brought it to his mouth, he blew on it slightly. Before he took a bite, he stared right at her as his mouth consumed the spoon and its contents.
    He chewed just a little and saw Mia’s lips part slightly. He took his time before he swallowed the delicious mouthful.
    “It’s really good,” he said.
    She stared as if she were completely lost. “What?”
    “The feijoada, I think you called it, is very delicious.”
    Mia shook herself out of the small trance she was in and said, “Good. I’m glad you like it.” She took small bites of hers and avoided his gaze.
    Spending time with her was going to be a rush indeed.
    ***
    M ia wanted to walk with him to where he was staying, but he offered to walk her to her job instead.
    “I don’t mind going with you,” she said. “It’s not a problem at all. I’ll make it to work on time after.”
    Her eyes brightened, hopeful that he’d say yes.
    She was good at that. Even he could see the beginnings of a fight in her if he said he’d go alone to the Olympic Village. He didn’t want their time to end just yet either.
    That only meant there was one solution. He took her hand and led her down the sidewalk.
    “Where are you going?” she asked.
    “Hopefully, towards where you work,” he said, keeping his grip firm.
    “You’re going the wrong way.”
    He stopped and glanced back at her. “Which way is it then?”
    She shook her head, holding back the information he needed.
    Had she forgotten already he loved a challenge?
    Closing the distance between them, he pulled her up against him, so she had to place both hands on his chest. She peered up at him, and he knew he was close to getting what he wanted.
    Slowly, he leaned his head down towards her until his lips hovered inches away from hers. His hands slid up her sides and up her back to pull her tighter against him.
    He could feel her breath