Page 112 of Bottles & Blades

“Stefan made sure I had some self-defense training.”

Yeah, I don’t fucking like that.

“Didhegive you that training?”

She grins, stroking a hand down my front that has my dick going hard in an instant. “Now who’s jealous?” She bends and brushes her mouth over mine. “And no,” she murmurs. “Stefan recommended a woman named, Mia. She’s married to a Gold player and runs a karate studio. She taught me that little trick.”

“What otherlittle trickshas she taught you?”

Her smile—fuck, it’s beautiful and sweet and the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

I flip us again.“Really?”I ask, dropping my lips to hers, tasting that smile.

Her leg wraps around my waist, and in a move that’s far faster than I expect, I’m on my back again. “Really,really,”she murmurs, her mouth coming to mine. Then drawing it lower—to my jaw, my throat where she pauses, undoing the top button of my shirt.

“Baby,” I warn.

“Shh,” she says softly. “You’ve gotten to touch me, but I haven’t gotten to touch you yet. Let me?”

I exhale.

Then—because I can’t deny her anything—I resist the urge to reverse our positions again. Instead, I settle back, tuck my arms behind me head, and say, “Touch away, buttercup.”

Light in her eyes.

Warmth on her face.

And wickedness in her smile.

“I like this,” she murmurs, running her fingertips through the stubble on my cheeks and jaw that I haven’t gotten around to shaving off yet.

“It has its purposes,” I agree.

Mostly because she likes it rubbing along the insides of her thighs.

She grins, and I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking, remembering what I’m remembering. “Maybe it does.”

“Do I need to demonstrate that again, baby?”

Pink on her cheeks, her hips shifting restlessly. “I’m the one who’s touching, remember?”

“You are?” I say. “Because I’m not feeling much touching happening, buttercup.”

“Hmm.” It’s a soft sound, but it’s one that tells me I’m in trouble.

Because it’s pure feminine confidence.

And it’s paired with her hands commencing that touching…and her lips following in their wake.

Fingers trailing down my throat, lips kissing the divot at the bottom. She flicks open another button then another and another andanother, parting the fabric as she moves down my body.

“You are so incredibly gorgeous,” she whispers, dropping her mouth to my skin.

I jerk when her tongue darts out, tasting.

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