Page 24 of Dragon Me Through Space

He stepped back and aimed a punch at my face.

I rolled away, but he followed my movements easily. With a jump, I got back to my feet and faced him again.

“You move pretty well,” Preston said.

I smirked. “So do you.”

He charged me, trying to grab me, but I had expected it. Most men tried to wrap me up, to hold me with their greater strength.

I dropped and rolled between his legs, coming up behind him. He turned, but I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck at the same time.

However, since he turned faster than I had anticipated, I ended up wrapped around his front instead of back, making the hold much different.

Eye to eye, he smiled and then dropped to the ground and pinned me beneath his body. He put his face next to mine, pinned my hands down by my sides, and used his legs to hold mine.

I squirmed and tried to break free, but he was heavier and I couldn’t get out. His warm body pinning me to the ground was making me think nefarious thoughts and all I wanted to do was give into the heady lust filling my brain and body.

“Ugh, you’re so heavy,” I grunted, trying to keep focused on the task at hand.

He chuckled. “What are you going to do? How are you going to get free?”

My options were super limited. Instead of trying to fight him, I gave in just a tiny bit to my lust.

I turned and kissed his cheek.

He lifted up, freeing me, his eyes wide, and I took the moment of opportunity to grab his wrist, raise my legs, and flip over, putting him in an armbar.

He tapped the mat. “I give.”

I stood and smoothed down my clothes. “That’s how I’m going to get free.”

“That’s only going to work on a few people,” Wayne said. “And only once.”

With a shrug, I walked by them all and put my shoes on. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Before they could say anything else, I went into the elevator and rushed to my room. I needed a cold shower. Fast.

I made it to my room and stripped out of my sweaty clothes before one of them interrupted me by knocking.

With a sigh, I wrapped a towel around myself and opened my door.

Preston’s eyes dropped to the towel for a moment before raising back to my face. “Are you injured?”

I scowled. “No. Why would you think I was injured?”

He stepped into my room and picked up my clothes. “You ran off quickly. I thought you were trying to hide an injury.” He sniffed my clothes.

“What are you doing?” I demanded and felt my cheeks heat.

“Checking for blood,” he said, dropped the clothes to the floor, and turned to face me. His grey eyes were soft, almost calm, and having them solely focused on me was like being in a ray of sunshine on an otherwise shadowed planet. “You aren’t injured?” he asked, his voice soft, but insistent.

Just my pride.

“No, I’m not injured,” I said. “I swear.”

He stepped closer to me. “You’re the first woman who has bested me.”

I smirked. “Good to know.”