Page 44 of Sweet Surrender
“So, you know that move that Scar-Jo does where she runs at that guy and wraps her thighs around his head and then flips him?”
She lost him atwraps her thighs around his head. His brain taking him to a very dirty, very beautiful place that had his pulse, and his groin, throbbing wildly. Images of him showing her that move over and over again but she wasn’t wearing clothes and was screaming his name took up residence in his mind.
“I want you to teach me that,” she said, dragging him out of the captivating new fantasy that would now live rent-free in his brain for the rest of his life.
He cleared his throat. “You want to wrap your legs around my head?” He dropped his voice flirtatiously, back to playing the role of fake boyfriend and savoring the opportunity to flirt with her intensely.
She did not enjoy it.
“Not like that,” she replied, scandalized.
“Exactly like that,” he smirked. She gave him a withering stare that would have confirmed exactly how she felt about him if it wasn’t for the flush staining her cheeks. Was his little Princess imagining wicked things too?
“Exactly likeAvengers. Like Black Widow, and then I throw you to the ground,” she clarified.
He groaned theatrically and bit his knuckle. “Sweetheart, you’re killing me.”
“Jesus Christ, are you done?” she hissed and he barked out a laugh.
“Nearly. I think that sounds a little too advanced right now given that she’s a world class Russian spy. Oh, and fictional. Why don’t we start with some basics?”
“Fine,” she sulked.
“It’ll just be for a session or two. I’ll show you some of the easier, quick-to-master moves to incapacitate an attacker so you can escape. Then we’ll go on to ways to break certain holds and situations whereyoucan be incapacitated.”
Disappointment lined her face. “So, nothing too extreme today?”
“Sorry sweetheart, but even the majorest of ass-kickers have to start somewhere.”
“This is very true,” she nodded wisely and this time he didn’t try to fight his grin.
“Come on, let’s stretch out. Then I’ll show you the heel palm strike, elbow strike and a hella nasty groin kick,” he said, pulling her to her feet.
“I get to kick you in the balls?” The glee on her face was too much.
“You do not get to kick me in the balls,” he deadpanned, and she pouted again. “Now bend over.”
The heat in her stare had him exhaling slowly to fight another wave of arousal.
“You need to stretch out, I will get absolutely zero pleasure from this, at all. I’m a complete professional,” he lied.
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Taylor’s hands shook as she worked at the clasp of her necklace, trying to get the damn thing to open.
“God, get a hold of yourself,” she muttered. She was getting ready for this stupid date Beau was insisting they go on. She really didn’t think it was needed, they were acting like a couple everywhere they went, so this was total overkill.
Also, she was petrified.
How was she more nervous aboutthisdate than any other date she had ever been on? Because it was Beau and even just thinking his name had her traitorous lady parts squealing with glee.
She needed a break from him. She’d spent all day around him, being touched by him and watching that cute crease appear between his dark brows as he put his hands on her, demonstrating self-defense moves. When she wasn’t focused on him touching her, she watched the way he worked. She loved seeing his passion and dedication to teaching. His enthusiasm was infectious.
When they had gotten home, she made him leave and get ready in the cabin next door. She just needed some time apart. Her mind and body taking all his gestures and compliments at face value instead of remembering he was faking it. She was getting too confused about what they were doing. He didn’t mean the things he was saying, he was playing his part. But her mind anddefinitelyher body acted like he meant it. She was feeling things for him that she hadn’t felt since she was seventeen.
She finally managed to secure her necklace and added a pair of pearl drop earrings. Smoothing her hands over her deep green satin dress, she padded over to her dresser and spritzed some perfume on her wrists and neck. She added some more gloss to her lips then teased her hair into some form of style, the curls refusing to be tamed.
When she heard a tentative knock at the door that sent her heart rate through the roof. She left her hair alone, terrified she would make the frizzy mess even worse.
