Page 28 of Glamour and Grit

He winds up pinning my back to the mat, his hand grabbing my throat as he leans his body weight down on me.

“You know how to get out of this,” he says through gritted teeth. “Show me.”

Even though he’s pinning me down, I can feel how he holds back. He’s being so careful not to hurt me. Dane wants me to be confidentin my ability to defend myself, so he’s pushing me hard. But not too hard.

I wrap my legs around his arm and thread them through until I can apply pressure on his throat. He has to pull back or fall unconscious from lack of blood to the brain. I go with the momentum and wind up straddling him, my forearm across his throat.

“I did it,” I say between pants, grinning ear to ear. “Only took me what, ten, twenty times?”

“About thirty, but who’s counting?”

I smack him playfully on the cheek. He laughs, a smile springing to his lips.

“I’m not going to lie, size and strength are incredibly hard to overcome in a fight. But in your case, you’re not trying to win a cage fight. You’ll be trying to escape, wound, and evade. Just get away from them, leave the fighting to me.”

“So says the guy who I have utterly at my mercy.”

He laughs. “Is that what you think?”

“I am on top.”

He grins, and then his eyes narrow. Dane moves like a snake on speed, slithering out from underneath me and catching me in his coils. I don’t have time to remember any of the techniques he just taught me before I wind up flat on my back.

Dane straddles me across the waist, pinning both of my wrists over my head with one hand.

“Now who’s on top?” he asks playfully.

I laugh, and give a half-hearted struggle.

“Dane,” I whisper. “What are you going to do with me now?”

His eyes half-close, and glaze over with desire. When he leans in for a kiss, I’m all too eager to meet it in kind.

His kiss tastes amazing, drawing me out of any lingering anxiety and into a realm where pleasure is all that matters. I don’t have time to feel guilty. I just want to give myself over to this moment, and wherever it takes us.

And judging from the way his kiss intensifies, it’s taking us somewhere right this second.

8

DANE

Selene’s plump lips taste every bit as sweet as I’d dreamed. Sweeter, even. I don’t do things like this. Impulsive, crazy, passionate things. I calculate everything down to the last detail, like a good marksman should.

But now I’m throwing all of that to the wind. I can’t hesitate a moment longer. I’ve burned for Selene almost from the moment we met. I’ve never felt so overpowered by my feelings for a woman before. It’s intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

Her body rears beneath me. My growing desire grinds against her. A deep moan echoes out of her mouth into mine. She relaxes beneath me, no longer fighting the grip imprisoning both of her wrists.

I release her hands as I move my mouth over to her neck. Selene groans, arching her body as I taste her sweet skin. I can feel the heat pouring off of her, and the throb of her pulse under my kissing mouth.

“Dane,” she gasps. “That feels so good.”

I caress her thigh as I bite the base of her shoulder and neck. Selene groans, her grip on my head intensifying. I kiss the spot andmake it feel better before running my tongue across her pulsing throat.

Selene moans softly when my hand slides in between her thighs. I caress her pussy through the thin fabric of her leggings, carefully matching her reactions. My other hand slides her shirt up, baring the softness of her breasts. Now my mouth has a new place to roam and explore.

Selene curls her leg around the back of my thigh when I softly tease her nipple with my tongue. She squirms out of the tights with my assistance, baring herself to my touch. I continue to stroke her clit, guided by the symphony of soft cries and sharp intakes of breath from Selene.

Her hips lift, driving upward, grinding her against my hand. I sync with her movements, driving her over the threshold of ecstasy. Her eyes squeeze shut as she arches up in an extreme bend.

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