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“Are you ready?”
“That’s a loaded question.”
“Iain,” Dawson warned.
“Go ahead and manhandle me,” I teased. “I’m up for it.”
CHAPTER 11
IAIN
Ahalf-hour later, I had all new material for my spank bank.
I was sweaty and sore but surprisingly energized.
Who knew grappling was so much fun? Not that I was going to tell Dawson.
He was already annoyingly smug when he was in fight mode. And I could see why. It was sexy as hell to listen to him explain every move and to feel his powerful body move against mine with such control.
Too bad about the clothes between us and the fact that Dawson kept barking at me when I didn’t pay attention to what he was saying.
Can you blame me?
Halfway through our session, he’d taken his shirt off. And that’s when I knew I was done for.
“Okay, next move,” Dawson panted as he wiped his brow. “This is called the bow and arrow choke.”
“Sounds kinky.”
“Pay attention,” Dawson playfully swatted my back. “Sit down.”
I sat on the mat, and Dawson slid behind me, his crotch snug against my ass, his taut legs wrapping around my waist.
Fucking hell. Was jiujitsu supposed to be sexy, or was it just me?
“We can try this standing up, but sitting down in this position is how I learned.”
“Me too. Reverse cowboy is an art form.”
“Stop it.” Dawson sighed. “Now I’m going to reach around with my arm. I place my hand near or over your neck?—”
I cackled. “This is like the start of my favorite porn scene.”
“Iain,” Dawson growled.
God, I loved it when he said my name like that. No one else said it that way. Like I’d worked him up so much he couldn’t take anymore.
He squeezed his legs tighter around me, and that didn’t help my racing heart or my hardening dick at all. “I’m trying to teach you something that might save your life.”
“I know, and I appreciate it, but I’m kinda distracted.”
Between the combined smell of our sweat, the heat of the room, and the way his larger body enveloped mine…fuck, I was so turned on I wanted to roll over and rub myself all over him, then ride him until we achieved a different kind of endgame.
“Imagine I’ve just smashed your favorite guitar into a million pieces.”
I grabbed Dawson’s arm. Hard.
“That’s it; grab my forearm with your left hand and my tricep with your right,” Dawson instructed. “Remember to pull me forward. Do not let my elbow get behind your shoulder, or I’ve got all the leverage I need to take control.”
