He stands.
I glare at him.
He glares back and plants his hands on his hips.
I shift my position, knees and hips bending slightly, then lift my hands to shoulder height, my right hand under my chin, elbows close to my sides.
His mouth falls open and he looks mildly horrified. “What are you doing?”
“You wanna fight? I’ll fight. I’ve been learning how to box.” I bounce on the balls of my feet and jab the air with my left arm.
He blinks.
One, two, hook. “Come on.” I jerk my chin. “You know how to fight. You fight on the ice all the time.”
“Not exactly all the time.”
“Well, sometimes. I’ve seen you fight. Come on.”
His lips twitch.
“Don’t laugh at me,” I warn him. “I’ve been practicing.”
He raises his hands as if ready to fight.
That’s hot.
Then he wiggles his fingers to say come at me.
I narrow my eyes, then step forward. I land a couple of jabs and attempt a hook, but with the speed of a puck from a slapshot, he blocks my punch with his arm, then reaches for me. Before I can even breathe, he grabs me, spins me around so my back is to his front, and takes me down to the carpet. He straddles my hips, his weight on me, my cheek pressed to the floor.
“What the fuck!” I screech.
I feel his smile, his lips near my ear, his breath teasing me. “Nice try.”
I huff. “Get off me.”
“You’re the one who wanted to fight.” His arms pin mine, one of his hands pulling hair off my face, his face right next to mine. “Come on. Fight me.”
Oh God. My body is betraying me with a hot softening sensation between my legs.
He stretches out over me, his weight pinning me down. We had sex like this—the flatiron position. It’s delicious and erotic. I can’t stop my ass from pushing up against him. He’s hard.
His groan vibrates in my ear. “Fuck, Ayla.”
My breath quickens. If I fought hard, I could probably get free. But I’m not fighting it. I’m melting.
“I should pull down these tight leggings and spank your pretty ass,” he growls in my ear.
“Do it.”
“Christ.”
Yes, I like being spanked, and he knows it.
His mouth brushes against my cheek and he clasps one of my hands in his, still holding me in place. I’m caged by his big body. Excitement twists in my belly and a moan leaks from my lips.
“If you don’t stop pushing your ass into my cock, I’ll have those leggings off and I’ll be doing more than spank you.”
