“Sometimes when people encounter dangerous situations, they become paralyzed by fear, forgetting everything. So the more you practice, the more your body will get used to the reflexes, punching, kicking, dodging, and so on.”
Sweat streamed down my face as I mimicked Kain’s moves. Smiling, he gave me a towel. “You’re doing great.”
He walked over to a wall and opened a hidden refrigerator. Pulling out two bottles of water, he returned to my side and offered one to me.
“Thanks.” I gulped it down. “That’s because I have a fabulous teacher.”
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Good. Why?”
“Today is your first day. I don’t want you to overdo it. But if you’re up for it, we can try the punching bags.”
“Let’s do it,” I said. “It’s been so long since I’ve gone to the gym. It feels good to be active.”
“All right. Put these on to protect your hands.” He handed me a pair of boxing gloves.
“Why aren’t you using any?” I studied the gloves.
“I’m used to it.” He flexed his fingers. “My hands are already rough.” He grabbed my hands and lifted them to his lips. “But yours aren’t.”
Energy zapped me where his lips touched my hands. As though he felt it too, his eyes flickered.
I pulled on the gloves and mimicked Kain punching the sandbag. It was harder than it looked. I had to hit the heavy bag hard for it to shift.
Twenty minutes later, I sagged against the bag, hugging it with tired arms. “I don’t think I can punch anymore.”
“Let’s get a drink and a snack.”
“Okay.” I turned and tripped, falling forward, but Kain caught me in time.
He wrapped his arms around me, collapsing onto a mat with me on top of him.
“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed, lifting my head to stare at his smiling face. “You okay?”
“More than okay.” He wrapped his legs around mine, like a predator capturing its prey.
I felt his bulge against me, and heat bloomed in my core.
In one move, he flipped us, and I was under him with my wrists above my head. Was it wrong of me to feel vulnerable and excited to be at his mercy?
“Is this part of the training?” I asked, my voice low and seductive.
What happened to my voice?
“This is the Kain-wants-Eva move,” he replied, his voice sounding like mine.
He looked down at me with strands of dark brown hair falling over his forehead, making him appear more dangerous and more mysterious. His lips were so close to mine, making me squirm beneath him. Bad move. His bulge seemed to get harder and hotter all at once.
Oh my God.What would it feel like to have him inside me?
The muscles in my core flexed in desperation. Kain cupped the side of my face with his hand as lust darkened in his eyes. He lowered his lips to mine, soft and gentle at first. But then hunger took over, and I opened for him, responding with the same urgency. Our tongues battled in a war of need. His hand skimmed down my body and slipped under my shirt, roaming over my belly. I moaned, loving his mouth on me as he dropped kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
His hand moved to cup a breast over my sports bra. I arched into him at the sensation, making me feel wanted and alive. He positioned his cock near my center. A rush of liquid heat gathered between my thighs.
“I want you so much.” He nipped my ear, his breath hot and desperate.
I wanted him too, but this wasn’t the place. We were at his gym, a professional working area. The details tossed me back to reality.
