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“You’d never know it. Your form is spot on.”
That had her chuckling. “Thanks, I think. And thanks to that one self-defense YouTube video a friend forced me to watch last year, I knew to keep my thumb tucked.”
He didn’t laugh even though she was trying to lighten the weird vibe. “Did you ice it?”
“Yes, Lock, I did. It’s fine. I promise. Doesn’t even hurt right now.” Tilting her head, she smiled at him. “You don’t need to worry about it.”
“Good.”
“Yeah.”
Silence fell again. He breathed the slow, controlled way his therapist taught him in rehab. It helped to control him when he felt out of control. When anxiety spiked, his heart rate rose, or he needed to keep from doing something stupid.
Something incredibly stupid like touching the woman who made him so hard he could knock down the wall next to him with his dick.
“Well, I should—” She gestured toward her room. The movement stretched her tank top across her tits. Her goddamn nipples were hard.
Fuck it.
“Turn around,” he ordered in a sharp voice.
“What?” Her question was a breathy whisper, and her eyes were wide as saucers with blown pupils.
“Turn. Around.”
Her throat moved as she swallowed, but then she did as he asked, giving him her back in a slow, tantalizing turn.
He walked forward with the same unhurried pace until his front met her back. His dick nestled between them.
Brenna gasped.
“Lift your arm like you did in the clubhouse. Put it around me.”
She was breathing so fast he could feel her back moving against his chest, but again, she obeyed. Her arm came up and around the back of his neck. For a second, he had a flash of that movie his sister made him watch countless times when they were teens—Dirty Dancing.
If he had his way, things were about to get beyond dirty.
He wound his hand around her waist and slipped it under her shirt, pressing his palm flat against her stomach as he’d done in the clubhouse. They were now in the same position, except his hard cock was nestled a bit higher against her back since she no longer wore the heels.
She trembled as he inched his fingertips down into the band of her sleep shorts and came to rest right above her pubic bone.
“For the record,” he said in a deep rumble against her ear. “You had and have my consent to do whatever the fuck you want to me. Anytime you want.”
“Oh God,” she whispered as her eyes fell shut.
“The only question left is whether or not I have your consent?”
Eyes squeezed tight, she nodded in a rapid clip.
“Say the words, Brenna.” It took everything he had not to press her against the wall and grind his cock all over her ass. Having patience killed him, but it’d be so worth it in the end.
“Yes.”
He grinned. God, he liked her like this, all breathy and needy. “Yes, what, baby?”
She whimpered. “Yes, you have my consent.”
“Open your eyes.”
