CHAPTER 31 #3
Before he could turn around, I was running towards him, sliding across the ground, knocking his legs out from under him. He landed with a thud on his back, pushing the air from his lungs. He had to take a moment to catch his breath.
“I’ll take that as a no.” He got to his feet, and before I knew it, he had tackled me to the ground.
The weight of his blow caught me off guard, but he cushioned my head with his arm as the other one wrapped around my back, supporting my weight.
His body hovered over mine as he supported both of us on one arm. Fuck. That was hot.
“We can’t deny this connection between us.” His face was inches from mine; all I had to do was lean in a little, and his lips would be on mine.
But I took advantage of his position and reached my hand up to his shoulder.
I trailed my fingers down his muscular arm; my fingers dipped and glided over every muscle.
His eyes closed at my touch, and in his vulnerable moment, I hooked my arm around his and pulled it out from under us, looping my leg up and around his.
As he fell, I used the momentum to roll on top of him.
“So, we're fighting dirty then?” He smiled, and his eyes narrowed at me; I arched an eyebrow in response as a smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
He placed his hands on my hips to pull me closer to him, and I could feel his hard length pushing against his leather training pants.
Fuckkkkkkk. Warmth swept through me as a pulsing ache settled low in my core.
I bit my lip, and his body answered with a flare of desire, pulsing against me.
I could feel the unmistakable hardness of him.
“Stop denying that we have something.” He rolled us, and was on top now, this time letting his weight rest on me so I could feel him, all of him. He lowered his head to my ear, “I need you.” He whispered, and his breath sent chills down my spine as it tickled my ear.
He nipped at my ear before attempting to lower his mouth to my neck, but I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me, and used the weight of my body to roll us to the side, leaving me straddling him again.
He wanted to play dirty. Fine, I could play dirty.
I began to grind my ass against his leather pants in slow, tantalizing circles, and he let out a low moan that almost broke me.
I needed this man as much as he needed me.
I smirked, knowing I was close to victory.
“Avyn….” My name came out barely a whisper, as I slowly teased him, grinding in a rhythmic pattern against his rigid cock.
“You’re going … to ruin me….” He managed between short breaths.
His cock was rubbing the tender spot between my thighs…
just right… and a velvet-soft sigh left my lips, and before I could realize what was happening, lost in the moment and pleasure of the feel of him against me, he put both hands up behind his head and pushed, flying us upright.
I grabbed his neck tightly and wrapped my legs around his hips, so I didn’t fall.
His eyes stared deeply, earnestly into mine as he walked us towards the wall, his hands cupped my ass in a tight grip.
My back hit the wall, pressing his chest and body closer to mine.
“I won’t be able to stop myself if we keep going…
but I will if you don’t want this…. But you need to tell me now.
” The last word came out as a plea, and his hips slowly ground against me as his forehead pressed into mine.
I wanted this. I wanted this man. There must be some way we could figure this out.
There must be some way to break the engagement.
The thought of him with another woman sent jealousy coursing through my veins.
I couldn’t think of that; I couldn’t think of …
her. Right now, in this moment, he was mine.
I didn’t respond; I let my actions speak for me.
I captured his mouth in a rough kiss, and he lost control.
His hand was in my hair as the other gripped my ass even harder.
I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue into mine, and the taste of him was glorious.
I wanted more. I needed more. I leaned my head back against the wall, and his mouth lowered to my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since last night.” He said, pushing us off the wall.
He walked us over to the training mat, gently laid me down, and once again positioned himself above me. I stared into his ocean-blue eyes and saw the storm behind them; his thoughts rolling in waves, crashing against the surface.
“What are you thinking about?” I raised my hand to his cheek; his day-old stubble scratched the palm of my hand.
His breath came out in a stumble of an exhale, “What am I thinking about? You. I cannot get you out of my head; I think about you every day, every minute, every second. All the fucking time. You consume my every thought.”
His mouth was on mine again, needier than before; hungry for whatever I was willing to give him.
He released me and inhaled sharply, as the darkness of the storm took over his eyes. Lightning flashed through the windows, reflecting off the walls and brightening the room for a second before it skittered away.
“I want to taste you.” He said, lowering his head to my neck and nipping at my skin.