Page 59 of Sweet Surrender
“No. I’m going to show you how to flip an attacker over your shoulder,” he said.
“Oh, goody. Come at me, bro!” She smacked her hands against her chest aggressively.
His frown slithered back into place. “Yes, that’s the whole point? I’m going to.”
Okay, take it down a notch.She followed him over to the mat, her eyes glued to his glutes. Then stood facing him as he explained what they would be doing. Her eyes lingered over his tanned biceps as they flexed with each gesture.
“Huh?” she said when she realized he’d stopped talking.
“Try and focus, sweetheart.” He gave her a knowing smirk and her cheeks flamed. He grabbed her arms and spun her around, pulling her against him so her back came up against his solid chest. His arms and heat wrapped around her, making her feel small and delicate for the first time ever. Desire ricocheted through her.
“So, first we’ll try and get you used to escaping from a bear-hug hold and then progress to you throwing me over your shoulder,” he said, his hands settling at her hips.
“I’m going to throw you over my shoulder?”
“Yep. Why?”
“But you’re just so…big?”
His stubble rasped over her cheek as he spoke into her ear, amusement lightening his tone. “Sweetheart, that’s never been a complaint before.” Her vision swam as images of him in those sweatpants flooded her mind, her mouth running dry.Ain’t that the truth.
“Grow up,” she scoffed and was treated to another of those dark chuckles. She tried to pull away, but he snapped her back against him. His aggression sparking pleasure like lightning in her veins, and she bit back a moan at memories of the last time she’d witnessed that controlled aggression.
“Now then. What you want to do when someone comes up behind you and grabs you is, first, don’t panic. That may be difficult, it may feel hard, but you can get out of the hold. So, bend forward at the waist,” he said, and his palm settled against her back and he pressed her forward. This proceeded to push her ass back into his groin and she thought she heard a muffled curse over her shoulder.
This could get very interesting,the devil on her shoulder chipped in. She wiggled her hips slightly and he gripped her firmly, holding her still.
“Everything okay?” she asked innocently.
“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” His voice was all hard edges and gravel. He cleared his throat, “This stance makes it harder for your attacker to get a good grip on you to pick you up,” he said.
She tried to straighten up but his firm hand on her back kept her in place and another of those little thrills shot through her at the way he dictated her movements. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms back around her, speaking right into her ear.
“From here it gives you a better angle to get your arms free and use either your hands or elbows, preferably elbows, to attack. Let’s try it a few times.” He released her, taking all his warmth with him.
He attacked her again and again, surprising her with his strength, and each time she had to try to break free. After an hour she held up her hand for a break and he took pity on her, grabbing her a bottle of water from a mini fridge. She drank it greedily then rubbed it all over her face and neck, trying to cool down. Her eyes flicked to him; the bastard wasn’t even winded. She watched his eyes track a drop of water as she felt it slide down her neck and into the top of her sports bra.
She smirked when he realized she had caught him. “Something I can help you with?”
“Let’s go again,” he growled. He demonstrated how to throw him over her shoulder and she tried but he barely moved. She wasn’t convinced she was strong enough to do it. She grunted in frustration when she failed again.
“Gah! Aren’t you even going to try and go easy on me? Because ya know, I’m a weak little lady?”
“Nope, there’s nothing weak about you at all, Taylor.”
Pride suffused her at his words, renewing her energy and she tried to use the feeling to motivate her muscles but it didn’t work. “I can’t!” she whined as she collapsed on the mat in exhaustion, throwing an arm over her face dramatically, giving into her theatrics now they were alone in the gym. The sun had set during their sparring, and now it was just the two of them.
“You can, Tay,” he said, grabbing her flailing arm and heaving her up. He spun her around and wrapped his arms around her, tight. Caging her in.
“Maybe you just need a different kind of motivation,” he said, then grabbed a handful of her ass. She gasped in surprised arousal.
“I can’t wait to feel all this feisty passion wriggling around underneath me, I’m gonna give you something you’re never gonna forget.” His voice was dark and menacing. She knew what he was trying to do but unfortunately it was having the complete opposite effect. Heat spread through her and her core throbbed for attention.
“Um, Taylor?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re meant to be throwing me over your shoulder?”
