Page 70 of Take My Love
“Coulda fooled me,” I quip, my cheeks heating at how intense he’s staring at me.
He leans in closer, whispering hoarsely in my ear, “This might be inappropriate, so let’s consider this as me providin’ information to change your mind.”
Swallowing hard, I lick my lips and don’t move a muscle while he’s mere centimeters away.
“I may not be a true cowboy who’s worked countless hours under the sun, trained horses, or hand-milked goats for years,but I could effortlessly kneel between your thighs for hours without breakin’ a sweat and still have enough stamina to make you finish five times before comin’ up for air. I may not be good at plankin’ or downward dog, or hell, even horseback ridin’, but I’d fill you so goddamn deep, there ain’t any amount of stretchin’ that’d prepare you for the positions I’d put your body in. In fact, you’d be the one walkin’ funny the next day.”
My stomach twists at the way his voice deepens and wraps seductively around each word, making my heart rate kick up and my throat too dry to speak.
How the hell did he just whip those words out without a second thought?
“So you can continue callin’ me a city boy by your standards, but you have firsthand proof I’m anythin’ but vanilla.”
When I finally get the courage to look at him, he winks. Before I can find my voice to reply, people arrive for class.
We greet them as they walk in and roll out their mats. I sit on mine, stretch out my legs, and reach my toes. Silas does the same, groaning as he struggles to lean all the way.
I keep a smile plastered on as I inch toward him so no one notices my sexual frustrations. “Just know I’m gonna pay you back for sayin’ that to me right before havin’ to do this.”
“Why?” He waggles his brows. “Are your panties soaked?”
“Silas!” I hiss, nudging his arm.
He’s far too amused.
“Just remember you started it.”
“How so?”
“You called me vanilla. A man has every right to defend himself when being told they’re borin’ in bed.”
“I never said that,” I argue between gritted teeth.
“You did.”
More people arrive and soon the class is full, so we’ll have to finish this conversation later.
But he’s about to be in tears after I put him through the intermediate positions.
Once I welcome everyone and explain that I’m taking over for Mila today, we start in Sukhasana pose to get everyone calm and relaxed. Then I lead them into mountain pose and walk them through breathing exercises.
“I’m sweatin’ my ass off,” Silas murmurs fifteen minutes later.
It’s been comical watching him mirror everything I do, but at least he’s trying.
“Can I take off my shirt?” he whispers.
“What? No.”
“Why not? Y’all are in sports bras.”
If he does, they’re all going to be distracted and gawk at him.
“It’s not the same thing.”
“Well, too bad.” He reaches behind his neck, and in one smooth motion, yanks his T-shirt off. As soon as his tattoos are revealed, numerous women’s eyes widen in appreciation.
Silas uses his shirt to wipe his face and neck before glancing at me with a shit-eating smirk.
