Her strength and control were breathtaking…or maybe it was just that myKteercouldn’t figure out how to react to the feel of my hands on her waist. My head was tipped back to watch her—unlike the male in the video, who’d focused on the ice—but I wanted to seeallof her.
I turned slowly on the spot.
“Kardok.” Her voice came from above me, somewhere between a laugh and something more fragile. “You’re supposed to hold still.”
“I know.” I wasn’t entirely sure why I was turning. “I wanted to see what it looked like.”
I set her down. She was pink-cheeked and bright-eyed and smoothing her top with a jerky sort of movement that looked like she just needed something to do with her hands.
“Last one,” she said. “The overhead. You’ve seen it—she runs, he catches at the waist, she goes all the way up.” She demonstrated the arm position—fully extended overhead, body long. “In competition there’s a jump and a rotation, but tonight we’re just doing the catch and hold. Don’t let me fall.”
Never.
“I won’t let you fall.”
She looked at me, and I meant it for more than the lift, and I think she knew that.
She took three steps back, watching me expectantly.
And suddenly, the thought of this femalerunningto me,throwing herself into my arms… I swallowed, feeling myKteerrumbling in my chest and my cock hardening in the jeans I’d chosen to wear tonight.
Lila was magnificent.
I took a deep breath and nodded, letting her know I was ready, and…
She trusted me. Without hesitation, Lila ran toward me.
I caught her at the waist as she left the floor and pressed her overhead in one motion, and she rose above me with her arms out and head cocked back. The music was still playing, and the apartment was quiet around us, and my hands were completely steady.
“Good?” I asked.
Her voice was soft from above me. “Perfection.”
Just like her.
I held her there a few heartbeats longer than necessary.
Then I lowered her slowly—slowly enough that she slid down the length of me before her feet found the floor. Slowly enough that by the time she was standing again, we were too close, and her hands were at my chest, and mine were still at her waist, and the music had shifted to something quieter.
Neither of us moved.
Lila’s lips parted, as if she wanted to speak, but didn’t. My gaze dropped to them, and I could feel my heart slamming against my ribs as myKteerhowled something unidentified.
And then…
The softest, sweetest scent of her arousal drifted across my tongue, and my cock lurched in my jeans.
I was no stranger to female arousal; that was part of my reputation, after all. There was no mistaking it.
But fromLila?
This prim, proper princess in my arms?
My head was lowering toward hers before I recognized what I was doing, lips aching to taste her.
Right before my mouth reached her, she sucked in a sudden breath, and that noise was enough to drag me back to my senses, realizing what I was doing.
I couldn’t kiss her.
