“Well, you did scam me.” She tried her best not to look discomfited.
“Hey, I showed you a killer good move.”
“Which I ran with,” she agreed, grinding over him again, now a little annoyed he didn’t seem more embarrassed about their situation. Once again she wondered if he did this with all the gym girls.
“Stop it,” he rasped.
“Make me.”
“Shit. Come on, Cruella. I don’t have an extra pair of shorts with me.”
“Oh, I like that one. Is that one of my many names?”
“Seriously. I’m about to lose it,” he warned. Yet he made no move to throw her off.
She felt for the guy. At least if she had an orgasm, no one would know. But in his athletic shorts, the evidence would be tough to miss. “So you’re asking me out again? What? Is that, like, the twentieth time?” She slowly inched higher on her knees, no longer pressing against him.
He let out a relieved breath. “Nah. Eighteenth, tops.”
She couldn’t help smiling at him. “You really are persistent. A tick that keeps burrowing until he’s fat with blood.”
“Such an image. I’d prefer something a little more seductive. Like a gentleman feasting on his lady in all the right places.”
“Lovely.” She stood on her knees over him, with only their thighs still touching. She did her best to keep her eyes on his face.
“Hey, I’m the victim here. I was just trying to be a good teacher, showing my young pupil how to master the martial arts.”
“By getting your hands all over me?”
“Well, I’m also a guy.” He grinned. “Besides, you really did throw me.”
“True.” If only he’d be less charming… Yet she was glad he hadn’t given up on her.Well, hell.She couldn’t help it. She glanced down at his package and felt dizzy.
“I did do my best to be an obnoxious tough guy with plans to defile your body, like you told me to.”
“You did.” She had to work to pull her gaze from his shorts. Did he stuff socks in his jock? It couldn’t be that big, could it?
“See something you like?”
She shot her gaze back to his face, embarrassed all over again whenheshould have been the one wanting to hide his face.
His laughter sounded hoarse. “Look, I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Stand over there, and it might go down.”
She rose to her feet, not sure why he’d had to ask her to do that when a normal woman would have shot off him like a rocket. That made her think ofgoing off like a rocket, as in orgasm. She blushed even harder.
He groaned. “I’m sorry I’m embarrassing you.” He said again, “Worst timing ever, I know. But that date? I swear I’ll be a perfect gentleman. I’ll wrap myself in a girdle. And I won’t use any moves on you.”
“I won’t let you use them,” she shot back, refusing to look weak.
“No surprise there.” He rolled over onto his belly and groaned into the mats.
She saw him trying to regain control and admitted she liked the fact she’d pushed his buttons. And okay, she’d really liked sitting like a queen on top of all that maleness. Her rules, her date, her sexy man to dispute the notions her aunt and twin had of her.
“Okay.” She nodded. “You got yourself a date.”
He looked up at her in surprise. “I do?”
“Yeah. But no more of this.” She waved her hands at him. “This is a gym, for God’s sake. Not a whorehouse.”
