The Fighter's Defiant Lover

Author:Leslie North [North, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Sports, Romance, Contemporary
Amazon: B00Y1KLEWI
Published: 2015-05-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

As the words left her mouth, she heard them and pressed her lips tight, hoping she wasn’t coming across as a slut. She’d never been this forward with a guy, but she’d never felt this comfortable with a guy either.

This was a new life, so why not try and build something here. It helped that every time Dustin walked into the room, she felt her core tighten and her breathing hitch. There was no way she could deny her response to him.

Dustin smiled at her. “You want to learn some moves?” He came around behind her, running his hands down her arms until she stood with his arms overlapping hers. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists. She could feel his erection poking at her ass. Stepping even closer, he pressed his body against hers. He nudged her right knee with his. “This is a kata—a practiced series of moves to teach—”

“I know what a kata is. I’m not a total martial arts dummy.”

He put his mouth against her ear and his breath brushed her skin. “Me teacher, you student. Now be quiet and let me move you.”

Guiding her hands with his, moving her feet and legs, he started into a slow—agonizingly slow—series of moves designed to teach basic defense sweeps. He circled her arms, and turned her, his body pressed so tight against hers she wasn’t quite sure he was aware of her—except for the harsh breath against her neck.

With him naked and her half naked, it was amazingly erotic. She caught glimpses of them in a few of the mirrors in the gym, put up to help teach moves. Flashes of skin and muscle. Heat and dampness pooled in her. Dustin kicked her legs wider, and Jasmine wished she could shimmy out of her yoga pants.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Dustin slid his hands up her arms and down her sides. He peeled off the yoga pants, even as he kept her moving. She stepped out of one leg, then the other. She hadn’t worn panties—they left a line. Now she was as bare ass as he was. Dustin pressed closer to her again, still moving her through the kata, slow sweeps of her arms. His chest brushed her back, his erection nudged her ass again.

She caught a breath. “Don’t know how much more of this I can take.” She got the words out and gave a little shimmy with her hips, hoping to encourage him.

“Almost there,” he told her. He swept her around and over to the wall and planted her palms on the painted cinderblock. It seemed cold after the heat of Dustin, but he didn’t leave her. She arched and he ran his hands up her arms and down her back. Kneading her ass, he parted the cheeks.

She tipped her hips back, and he slipped into her from behind. Reaching around, he started to rub her even as he pushed in and out—just as agonizingly slow as he’d moved with the kata. She could feel every inch of him.

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