“I told you it wouldn’t be easy,” Wolfie nudged him in the ribs, making him flinch.
I looked at her, trying to focus on something, anything, which would rid me of this gnawing. “How are you? Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes, I feel great. I just did what I could, but I come three times a week so this isn’t new to me. Your classes are another level hard though.”
I grinned as the rest of them walked over, the hat guy staying at the back, still out of sight.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Hopefully I’ll see you again.”
“Oh, you can count on that, Coach,” laughed Cleverly, earning himself a punch on the arm from Jasper.
“Bye, Emerson. We’ll all see you soon, hopefully.” He put his arm around Wolfie before muttering over his shoulder. “We’ll wait outside for you, man.”
I frowned. Wait outside for whom? They all walked out, Freddie shooting me a strange backwards glance with an expression I couldn’t read and didn’t understand.
And then I realized only six of them had left.
I turned to find him standing behind me; his cap now flipped backwards, his light hazel eyes boring into mine with an intensity that licked fire across my damp skin. And in less than a breath, I knew why I’d been so distracted by him during the class, my body clearly remembering before my head caught up.
His face had been etched on my brain for the past twelve months; the face I’d been trying and failing to forget. The face I only allowed to reappear in my fantasies before I fell asleep…His full cheeks, where a deep dimple materialized when he laughed, but only on the left. The chiseled jaw covered in thick, dark scruff, which I knew from experience was soft to the touch; soft when he kissed me, soft when he lapped between my legs… His perfect lips, full and delicious, that tasted like whiskey and oranges as he pressed them against mine, as our tongues tangled together.
Lips, which were made for kissing.
Sweat was rolling down the thick veins stretching the length of his massive biceps, biceps which had held his body over mine as he fucked me for six straight hours, owning my body with his refusal to let me leave or sleep or do anything that didn’t end with the most incredible pleasure of my life. Behind them lay bulging triceps, triceps I’d gripped onto for dear life as another orgasm had been ripped out of me with brute force.
And I knew that under his shirt was the most impressive set of abs I’d ever seen; abs that rippled when he’d thrust into me, that stayed as defined as carved granite even while our bodies had softened as we’d relaxed in the giant hotel tub, washing our exertions away.
My breathing gave out and I realized I’d been holding it.
“Hi, Luck.” I’d recognize his deep drawl anywhere, confirming what I already knew.
Vegas Sex God was standing in front of me.
I’d spent a year thinking about what I’d do if I ever saw him again, and I could remember none of it. I reached down and pinched myself, hard, frowning at the pain and rubbing my arm where it turned red.
I looked up… he was still there.
I wasn’t dreaming.
This was real.
His brow creased. “What did you just do?”
Seven times my heart pounded in my chest before I finally found my voice.
“Pinched myself.”
“Why?”
I looked back up at him, nearly drowning in his penetrating gaze. “To see if I’m dreaming.”
A slow smile spread across his face, the dimple making an appearance. “You aren’t.”
“I know, it hurt.”
He took my arm and rubbed it gently, his touch creating a tidal wave of chills, even though I was still burning hot from the class. “I was worried you wouldn’t remember me.”
I took it back. “I remember I waited an hour for you to show up after you begged me to meet you.”
