Page 45 of Soulless Saint

The woman sitting cross legged at the head of the massive room looked up with contempt in her eyes. She must’ve managed to recognize me even in the low lighting because she said nothing, just went back to breathing deeply with her head bent.

I squinted into the humid air, scanning over the thirty or so people lying like corpses on their mats. Eyes closed. Bodies limp.

My lips cracked into a grin when I found her, her chest rising and falling in deep, lengthened breaths, making her perky tits push hard against the containment of a plain black sports bra. Her dark hair fanned out to one side from the high ponytail she had it tied up in, and I wondered if she’d like my fist wrapped around it, using it as an anchor while I plowed into her from behind.

My cock quickly excited itself into a semi before I shook away the thoughts battering against my skull like a hailstorm.

The space beside her was blessedly empty, and I made my way to it, tripping over several sets of legs by the time I got there. I struggled to get my mat unrolled and laid out as straight as hers, but it would have to do.

My gaze flicked up to the instructor at the head of the room, and she made a downward motion with her hand, encouraging me to join the others in the corpse position.

I clenched my jaw but sat backward on the foamy mat, lying on my back. It felt… wrong. Lying spread eagle with my eyes shut. All vital organs open and on full display.

I kept one eye peeked open as the instructor began to speak.

“Inhale deeply as you make your way out of shavasana, take a pause on your right side, breathe.”

Becca turned away from me, and I followed her movement, turning onto my side, my eyes roving the length of her back down to a peachy ass. Fuck, she had a sexy back.

A sexy back?

What the hell was wrong with me?

“With your breath, let’s move into child’s pose.”

She rolled onto all fours, her back bowing like a cat before she sank back in her hips, stretching her arms high over her head until she was pressed flat against the yoga mat, bowing as if in prayer to some ancient deity.

And fuck if I wasn’t getting hard as all hell beneath these too-thin shorts.

I attempted to mimic her movements, but a tightness in my lower back and hamstrings made it all but impossible, so I floated somewhere between a crawling stance and an awkward bow over my mat, sweat already starting to bead at my hairline.

“Good,” the instructor crooned. “Now, with your breath, lift up onto all fours for a round of cat and cow.”

What?

Becca pressed forward on her palms, her movements fluid like a dancer. She arched her back, lifting her chin up to the ceiling, exposing a long neck that I wanted to taste with my tongue.

When she curled her back upward, bending her chin, her eyes opened. She did a double take when she saw me, her even breaths traded in for a few heavy ones. Everyone around us continued arching and bowing their backs while Becca mouthed to me what are you doing here?

Thought she’d never ask.

“I came to talk to you.”

Even though I kept my voice low, I earned myself a few puckered lips and wordless grumbles from the other yogis who no doubt still had their eyes closed.

She shook her head, and we both followed the instructor from the mat to a standing position. Becca pressed her palms together at her heart and bowed her head, but there was a knot between her brows and tension in her forehead that wasn’t there before.

“What do you want?”

Her whisper was so low I wasn’t sure if I heard her right.

“Did I do something to offend you?”

The woman on my left shushed me sharply, and I turned to glare at her. She took one look at my face, bent to peel her mat from the floor, and left.

Becca sighed, lifting her arms high overhead before bending to touch her toes, everyone in the sweaty ass room completely in sync except for my ass. Becca’s palms skimmed the floor, but I could barely get past my damn knees in that position.

“Let’s assume I did do something to offend you,” I continued when it became clear she wasn’t going to answer me. “What could I do to make it up to you?”

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