“Guess we’re skipping right over the foreplay tonight, hmm? I’m game.” He had no problem stripping down. And why would he? With a body like that, he had nothing to be ashamed of. But in this light, she saw many of the scars she’d felt last night.
He followed her gaze. “Ah. Those are nothing. A few bullet wounds. A knife fight over there. And the one higher on my collarbone? That’s my brother shoving me on a bike with no brakes down a major hill. I crashed well though.”
He glossed over the military scars easily enough, so she took his lead. “Which brother?”
“Really? It’s the job of the bigger brother to lead the younger one down the wrong path. This scar is all Landon. Bullied by my big brother and disfigured for life.”
“So sad.” She wiped an imaginary tear, saw him grinning, and noticed his cock had yet to go down.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his voice growing deeper. “Now how about I let you in on some more deep-seated trauma?”
“Do tell.”
“I’ve got these hidden fantasies, and they keep me up at night.”
She eyed his pride and joy. “I can tell.”
“It’s this woman. I can’t see her face, exactly, but I can see her pink yoga pants.”
“Oh really? Wait. Don’t tell me. I’m having a vision.” She put a hand to her forehead, then glanced at him. “Is this the fantasy where you bend me over the couch?”
He licked his lips and eyed her up and down. “Ah, no, not this one.”
“I know. This is the one where we roll around in the gym, where there are glass windows where anyone can see inside. Then you have me straddling you, and you pull down your shorts just enough so your cock pops out.”
“Damn, girl.” He gripped himself.
“And we move my shorts to the side—I’m not wearing any panties—so I can slide over you. Is that the one?”
He stared at her crotch.
“Or is this fantasy the one where we pretend we’re at the gym, and you take me in the hall closet? We go at it like dogs in heat, and everyone in the gym can hear us, but they don’t know it’s us.”
“You have one hell of a vivid imagination. But no.”
“How about—”
“How about you let me show you?”
“Wow. Already?” she teased, loving how his breathing sounded uneven. Why should Zoe be the only one desperately in lust? “And we didn’t even get to my proper hostessing skills. I have more root beer. I even bought cream soda just for you.”
He nodded, his gaze intense. She couldn’t forget he stood nude before her, while she wore a casual jersey skirt and an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt. Not too fancy, but in honor of the seductive evening, she’d worn lacy underclothes.
“What?”
“You talk too much.”
She frowned. “Hey.”
“Ms. York, zip it. Get up against the wall.”
Sensing he wanted to play, she gave a sniff, playing her part, and did as ordered.
Gavin stalked her. There was no other word for it.
Yet again, without even touching her, he’d made her wet and aroused just watching him.
He leaned into her, pinning her to the wall. “Hello. I’m Gavin. Your sexy new trainer.”
