“You’ll see that I’m right.”
“Writing is way more physical than I ever signed up for.”
“Okay. So I attack.” He came at me, slower this time.
I closed my eyes to play along. Even though this was stupid.
“It’s not stupid. Stop mumbling,” he said. He grabbed my right wrist. “This is where he gets the weapon, right?”
I nodded, eyes closed tight with focus, but really to avoid awkward eye contact for this silly activity.
“Then Adam pivots.” I nod. He sighed. “Pivot, Adam.”
“Oh. Sorry.” I took his hand and turned slowly, matching the action in the book so that my back was now pressed against his front. “Adam elbows bad guy,” I say and pretend to elbow Harrison in the gut.
“Oof.” He bends forward dramatically, still in this weird underwater slow-mo, taking me with him so that I’m forced to brace my hands on the nearby wall.
“Wow. Great acting,” I said dryly.
“Tell the golden statues at my house, love.”
“Mr. Cocky. Okay. Wait. This wasn’t how it went. I’m falling.”
I tried to stand back up, but the angle was weird, so I flailed as Harrison was forced to brace his hands on my hips … as I bent over in front of him. My ass bumped into his groin. Desire crashed over me. This was the fire I referred to. The fire I tried to avoid.
Humiliating. Exciting. Illuminating. There was no denying how attracted I was to this man.
“Sorry,” he said gruffly and tugged me upright.
“Weird how doing this in slow motion gives this story a totally different vibe,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
“This is fan fiction territory.”
I snorted. “Maybe I should try reading it, after all,” I said without thinking.
He stiffened behind me. “Where were we?”
“You got the weapon from me, er, Adam,” I said.
“Right.” The heat that radiated off him as he stood barely an inch behind me was fuel to the fire. He held each of my wrists in both of his hands. He kicked my legs apart, spreading me, and instantly, a switch was flicked to life. Heat pooled low in me. My knees felt like they might give out. His panting breath behind me burned down my neck, tightening my whole body. I wanted to fall back against him. Let him catch me. Watch his hands roam my whole body …
“Now, this part.” His voice was low and rumbled along my shoulder blades. My whole body throbbed. “He reached around Adam.” He matched the action, his own hand coming across my chest. “Grabs hold of him.” I’m yanked up tight against Harrison.
A gasp escapes me and it takes all my power not to throw my head back on his shoulder and grind myself back against him. My thoughts came blurry and slow, muddled with desire.
“Now he’s got Adam in his grasp, right?” His voice came out breathy.
I throbbed, standing like this. I felt myself growing wetter with every exhalation. Harrison’s scent was all around me, making my mind cloudy.
“Right?” he asked, and I could honestly not recall what he’d even asked.
I made some sort of sound of assent, avoiding the question.
When Harrison spoke again, his mouth was so close to my ear that if I turned my head a fraction, I could cause our faces to touch. “But then he reaches for his own weapon. But with what hand? Unless he’s got an extra set of prehensile arms,” he joked, slightly strained. “I mean, in this universe, that could be possible.”
“I-I see what you mean,” I said. But really, I was so checked out I had no clue what he was talking about. What the crap did prehensile arms mean? Who cared about arms at a time like this? Except his. I wanted his arms to come back across my chest and graze my nipples again. I wanted to turn and rub myself against him until I got off.
“You could always, um, have him, grasp both wrists in one hand. Like this,” he said, his chest rose and fell rapidly.
