Godsdammit, I never stood a chance.
“It hurt so fucking bad.” I groan and clutch my ribs. Sheena seems both suspicious and pleased, but she doesn’t call me out for my bad acting. “That was a hell of a hit, but if you're fighting someone who really wants to hurt you, try not to end up on the ground where they can get their hands on you.”
I illustrate my point by dragging my hands up the back of her thighs and cupping her ass. She blushes bright red, but makes no move to get up.
“But I won,” she whispers.
“Yeah, baby, you did.” I watch a drop of sweat slowly trickle down her neck. It slides over the curve of one breast and vanishes into her sports bra. I want to chase it with my tongue.
She’s so perfect.
Suddenly, I’m desperate to make her believe that. Tugging off her boxing gloves, I kiss her wrapped knuckles. Her cheeks turn pink, and she squirms against my obvious erection. It’s digging into her stomach now. There’s no way she can’t feel it.
“You won't say anything else about the phone?”
“What phone?” I twist my face in confusion, and I'm rewarded with her giggle. Lifting my head, I rest my face against her chest. She sucks in a breath.
“What are you doing?”
“I lost and I’m hurt. I need comfort,” I murmur the words into her cleavage, shifting my face until I feel one of her nipples pebble against my nose.
“I'm all sweaty,” she protests, but doesn’t push me away.
“I know.” I lick the swell of one breast and hum at the taste. “You're delicious.”
Sheena lets out a small gasp. When she pushes her chest more firmly into my face, I don’t feel like I lost anymore. Slipping my thumbs under the edges of her sports bra, I lift my head to look into her eyes.
“Please?”
The animal inside me doesn’t want to beg, but I’m in charge right now, dammit, and nothing is more important than Sheena’s comfort.
After a brief pause, she nods. As I peel her bra off, I never once look away from her green eyes. Only once I’ve tossed the damp fabric to the side do I look my fill. I can't stop the rumble in my chest. Her breasts are full and still heaving slightly from exertion, tipped with perfect, rosy pink nipples. I’ll never get tired of looking at her.
“You're everything,” I manage, nearly choking on the gravel in my throat.
Rolling her on the mat, I brace my weight on one hand, lifting the other to tease her right breast. I run my blunt nails all around her sensitive skin, careful to touch everywhere but her nipple. Sweat long forgotten, I watch as she slowly goes wild beneath me, skin pebbling, chest heaving, back arching as she tries to get my fingers where she wants them.
Emotion hits me like a truck.
Seeing her trust me with her body like this... Gods, I’ve never been given anything I wanted more. In this moment, I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t do to make her feel good.
I roll her tight nipple between my fingers. After minutes of my gentle touches, the rough movement makes her whine. The sound feeds my fucking soul, but I want more, so I play with her until she's thrashing around on the floor. When I replace my hand with my mouth, she gives me more delicious noises.
It’s not enough.
Sliding my newly freed hand down her body, I pause at the waistband of her sweatpants, wondering if I'm pushing her too far, too fast.
“Gideon, touch me, please,” she begs.
Thank fuck.
Determined to never make her wait for anything, I slide my hand into her pants. The only thing underneath the worn fabric is a soaking wet woman. I thank every god I can remember for this moment. The pleasure I feel just touching her is so intense, I’m actually terrified I’ll come in my pants with absolutely no stimulation at all.
I rein myself in and explore her gently, letting her get used to my touch. Stroke by stroke, I add to her tension, building it layer by layer until finally, I slide my index finger inside her at the same I rub a firm circle over her clit.
That's all it takes.
She wails, back arching as her inner muscles spasm around my finger. So gorgeous, so sexy. An army of men couldn't stop me from kissing her right now. Our mouths move together perfectly as she rides out the aftershocks. When I’m finally able to drag my lips away from hers, she's staring at me in wonder.
