He sucked in a breath, and she pretended she wasn’t gearing up to orgasm.
Then she rolled him under her in the next second. She sat up, straddled him, and pinned his forearms to the mat.
Leaning over him and panting, she watched him grimace and catch his breath.
“You okay?”
“No.” He sounded hoarse. “Shit, don’t move.”
She realized his predicament at once. He remained huge and aroused, and her position wasn’t helping. She sat with her legs spread, her dampened crotch directly against his erection. Talk about arousing—embarrassing.Geez, woman. Quit thinking with your ovaries.
“Oh,” she said breathlessly.
“Yeah, oh.” He chuckled, then groaned again when that rumble vibrated, shifting him against her. “So what now, Mistress?” The wicked look he shot her breasts made it hard to breathe. Her nipples clearly stood out against her shirt, even through her stupid sports bra.
“Stop it, you lech.”
“Hey, I’m the innocent one here. I’m flat on my back, being taken advantage of by a stronger, fiercer competitor.”
“Please.”
“Please what? Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
She tried not to laugh, tried even harder not to realize how sexy she found his arousal. “Shut up. I’m in charge now, buddy.”
“Do you own a whip? Chains? Black leather? Because I am dying for a little more of your dominance, Mistress Z.”
She snorted. “I thought I was Pink Yoga Pants.”
“You have many names.” He sighed and stared at her chest. “None of which I can recall right now, because you’ve scrambled my brain. I’m so intimidated by your strength, your power, your amazingly beautiful breas—”
“What the hell is going on in here?” Landon barked from the doorway.
Zoe froze.
So did Gavin.
She started to rise when Gavin gripped her by the arms. “Don’t move.Please,” he added in a low voice.
Realizing that if she did, evidence of their play would be all too apparent, she remained where she was, totally out of sorts. Zoe didn’t do public displays of affection, and she sure as hell didn’t roll around on the floor with an aroused hottie who felt like he had a ten-foot pole in his pants. Where the hell had he been hiding that thing, anyway?
“Zoe?” Landon asked, now frowning.
“Ah, well, I missed the last self-defense class.” The hands holding her relaxed, letting her once more control him. But the heat of his palms caused a shiver deep inside her. “Gavin was showing me that throw move you guys did.”
“What throw move?” Landon seemed to be confused.
“You know, the one where you lever your opponent over…” Her voice trailed off. “So you never went over that?”
“Hell no. We did show the class a couple more advanced wristlocks and leg sweeps though. Some stomps, smashing your opponent’s face with your foot, heel, whatever’s handy.” He coughed. “Guess you’re working on more advanced techniques. Ah, well, I’ll leave you guys to it. Gym’s starting to get a little more crowded though.” He nodded to the glass walls on either side of the doorway, then closed the door. Yet that didn’t prevent him from watching them as he walked away.
Oh hell. How many people have walked by and seen us kissing?
Zoe glanced back down at Gavin, who watched her with an expression she couldn’t read. How would she get herself out of this predicament when she could feel her cheeks heating to a bazillion degrees? And good Lord, he was still hard beneath her.
“What?” she asked, not sure whether to belt him for conning her or applaud him for tricking her into…what, exactly? Kissing him? Rolling around with him? Feeling up a potential lover before dying when her cheeks spontaneously burst into flame and her head exploded?
“Would this be a bad time to ask you out again?” Gavin asked, sounding casual, as if he didn’t lie directly beneath her dampened crotch. “I’d planned on leaving you alone, because even I’m not so dense that I couldn’t see you just wanted me to quit bugging you. But now…” He swallowed when she shifted, and she stopped breathing. She still held his arms down, and her chest was all too close to his face.
