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He swipes for my face with brutal force.
“Aargh!” I seize his arm, yank him forward, and shove his face into the boxing ring, my knee between his shoulder blades. “I thought you said you wouldn't punch me?” I say angrily in his ear. “Are you trying to make me really hurt you?”
He flips over and manages to pin me under him, putting us face to face. “I assumed you'd want me to keep up with the pace.”
My heart picks up a beat. I can smell him... the sweaty, soapy fragrance of his skin... and the way he's looking at me... It's raw.
“Yeah, I do want you to keep up with the pace.” I knee him where it hurts because I need to put some space between us.
“Awh!” He doubles over, cupping his crotch with both hands, pressing his face into the floor. “Fuck, Blaire!”
I roll away from him and stand, panting so hard that my chest is on fire. No one has ever put me so out of breath.
His ripped back is glistening in sweat, his muscles bunching as he tenses in agony. I lick my lips, imagining what his skin tastes like, feeling that heavy desire form in the pit of my core.
“You can't just do that in a friendly,” Charlie hisses.
Putting my hands on my hips, I say, “Stop trying to talk me under your influence then.”
I know what he's doing. He's trying to mentally bond us. I'm not stupid.
He shakes his head, taking in easy, controlled breaths. I actually start to feel a little guilty. Did I go too far with hitting him in the balls?
“Are you all right?” I kneel down beside him and softly touch his side. “Charlie?”
Making me squeak, he grabs my arm and yanks me under him again, settling between my legs with heavy force.
I cannot stop myself from gasping out. He's only wearing sports shorts and the thin material doesn't exactly hide how big he is.
“Charlie...” I husk out his name, gripping his solid forearms.
His eyes are level with mine, dark blue because his pupils are large. “Now, how would you escape me? You can't kick me in the nuts this time.”
I dig my nails into the insides of his elbows but he twists out of my catty grasp. He grabs my wrists and heaves them up above my head, stretching me out.
“And now?” he says in my face.
We're nose to nose, watching each other, and he's smirking, his eyes glittering like blue crystals.
“I'd head-butt you,” I whisper, slowly blinking at him.
He doesn't say anything for a while, just keeps me pinned under him, making me feel vulnerable and small. The expression on his face is tight with control but burning with want.
“And now?” he says eventually, pressing his damp forehead to mine.
Oh, shit-it.
I tense my stomach, trying to manage this rage inside me. I'm not sure if it's anger or desire or both. They seem to be blurring into one.
“What would you do now, Blaire?”
I kiss him.
Out of the blue—and I'm sure I've lost my damn mind—I push my chin forward and I kiss his soft lips.
The kiss moves through my body like waves of electricity, making me throb like crazy between my legs.
With a deep moan, Charlie thaws against me, closing his eyes. His grip on my wrists loosens, so I use the heel of my left foot to turn us over, putting him under me.
