Call to Engage by Tawny Weber

Author:Tawny Weber
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2017-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

“READY?” HE ASKED when she finally wound down with her classroom instructions.

“Are you?” Ava countered with a smile, skimming her fingers down her hips in a subtle invitation before lifting her hands into fighting position.

“Yep. Let’s go.” Feet planted on the mat, he started to lift his hands, then made a show of shaking his head. “Wait. Hang on.”

He stripped his shirt away, his gaze locked on hers as he tossed the tattered cotton over the rope. He liked the way her eyes widened, pupils dilating as she blew out a long, slow breath. From the way her pulse was pounding in her throat, she was just as interested in the view as he’d been.

Good. Now they’d play.

“Mmm, SEAL fit, indeed,” he heard from outside the ring. Ava’s scowl said she heard it, too, and didn’t like it.

Elijah grinned.

“Ready?” Ava snapped.

“For you? Always.”

He didn’t drop into fight position. He wasn’t about to spar with his wife—ex or otherwise.

Ava, obviously not having the same compunction, shifted her weight, bent her knees and lifted her fists.

Fists. Elijah grinned. Seriously?

The first strike wiped his smile away. He yanked his head to the left. Damned if she wouldn’t have clipped his nose if his reflexes hadn’t kicked in.

He blocked the next strike, wrist to wrist. When she spun around, leg high enough that her foot missed his ear by an inch, he got serious.

Not serious enough to take her down. But serious enough to keep her on her very sexy toes. He matched her, punch for punch, pulling his so they barely skimmed her body.

Uppercut, forearm block. Sidekick with his shin to her waist. Even at 10 percent power, the move sent her flying to the side. To cover it, keeping it looking good for her students, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a flip. One that she easily twisted to her advantage, sweeping his feet out from under him.

Elijah was grinning again. But this time with pride. She was good. Damned good.

He put her through her paces as they sparred for another five minutes. He’d fought a lot of people, from novice squids to spit-spewing militants. He’d rarely found anyone with moves so clean, precise and targeted. He had a good sixty pounds on her, all of it muscle, but she held her own.

Oh yeah, he thought as he jumped to the side to avoid her backhand fist to the gut. She definitely held her own.

Ava executed an impeccable high kick. This time, instead of letting it slide off his shoulder, Elijah grabbed hold. His hand wrapped around her ankle, angling her higher so she had to shift at the waist to keep her balance.

Tiny drops of sweat beaded her brow and the little tendrils of hair around her face curled. Her breath came faster now. All that was missing were the moans.

He didn’t release his hold on her leg. He slid his hand up the taut calf, his fingers teasing the underside of her knee for a second before he wrapped them around her thigh.

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