She bucked me off her three more times, and each time her enthusiasm built. For as tiny as she was, her being able to dismount someone my size and strength surely gave her a sense of not only accomplishment but safety.
“I have one other move I want to show you, and then we’ll be done.” A shudder of what I could only describe as disappointment weaved its way behind her eyes. I wouldn’t admit it, but I was afflicted as well. “I need you on your back again, only this time I want you to spread your legs.”
Because what we were doing right now was purely for her safety, I hoped my body didn’t betray me. My dick twitched when I asked her to spread her legs. I just prayed he behaved himself for this next move.
14
I barely knew this man, yet that didn’t stop my traitorous body from reacting to him even when I didn’t want to. And because I was entwined so intimately with him for the safety training, I couldn’t stop the ache from forming between my thighs. Or the heat that spiked my blood and refused to cool.
He appeared unaffected by our entanglement. Did he feel anything at all? I dismissed my inappropriate thought, silently chastising myself for questioning whether he was aroused because nothing good would come from it.
Jackson placed his hands on my knees and pushed my legs farther apart. The air I’d trapped in my lungs came rushing from my mouth with the slight movement.
“If your attacker manages to get between your legs like this,” he said, situating himself so his hips pushed my legs back toward me a bit more, “you won’t have any leverage. Go ahead and try to get me off you.” He loomed over me, the heat from his body igniting my raging hormones. I couldn’t imagine how much worse it’d be for me had he not thought to put a shirt on before starting the lesson. There was no way I would’ve been able to control myself had I been faced with his near nakedness,him hovering over me continuously, me putting my hands on his chest, feeling his skin, his heat.
Schooling my expression so as not to let on just how much he affected me, I kicked my legs around and shoved at him, but to no avail. The only thing I managed to do was inch up the floor while I struggled, taking him with me as he faux strangled me. My heart rammed against my chest, and this time, it had everything to do with fright and not my innate reaction to Jackson.
“Stop,” I cried, latching on to his wrists. “I need a second.”
He removed his hold on me and sat up straight, all while remaining tucked between my legs.
“Take a breath. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know.”
“It’s frightening how quickly a situation can turn, isn’t it?”
His question rattled me, and it had nothing to do with the words, but instead with the tone he used. Anger slipped out with each syllable, but I had a feeling the emotion wasn’t directed at me.
“As long as you show me how to get out of this, I’ll be okay.”
“Of course. Just let me know when you’re ready. Take as long as you need.”
While I worked to gather my composure, there was a knock on the door, but Jackson didn’t get a chance to answer before Lance strolled in, stopping in his tracks when he saw me lying on the floor with Jackson settled between my legs.
“What’s going on?” he asked, a deep crease appearing between his brows. His tone dipped when he said, “What the fuck, Jax?”
“It’s not what it looks like.”
Lance redirected his attention to me. “Are you okay, Sophie?”
“She’s fine.” Jackson answered for me, sounding offended his friend thought otherwise.
I reiterated his response. “I’m fine.”
Lance’s eyes turned into slits when he looked back at Jackson. My attention bounced between both men, and although they embraced the silence, there was no doubt they were communicating with each other.
“How much longer you gonna be?” he asked.
“Almost done. Why?” Jackson responded.
“Because I need to talk to you.”
Jackson nodded before turning his focus back onto me. “Close the door on your way out.”
Lance made a noise with his throat and walked out of the room seconds later.
“Is he upset you’re helping me?” I asked.
