I closed my eyes, sucking in a breath, holding myself back because I thought I’d crossed every goddamn line already, and she most definitely had now. “Dynasty, hands,” I warned, knowing I only had so much strength when it came to a woman groping me.
Her hand disappeared, along with the heat of her body before there was a palm to the middle of my back, pushing me away.
“Give up?” I asked her, hoping she wasn’t, because so far, this had been more fun than I’d had in a long time.
“Never.” She pushed her hair back, breathing deeply like she was a little winded. “Do you?”
“I’ll quit if you agree to go on a date with me.”
She blinked, staring at me like she didn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. “What?”
“I’ll concede this fight if you go on a date with me,” I repeated, wanting her to know I was dead serious.
She giggled. “If you want a date, you have to beat me. I don’t date weak men.”
I laughed, grabbing my stomach as I doubled over. “Weak?”
She nodded, tapping her foot, arms crossed over her chest. “So far, I haven’t seen much strength, but if you want a date, you have to earn it, buddy.”
I wouldn’t allow this to be the end of whatever was between us. If I had to put her on her ass, I’d do it. But doing it without touching her with my hands would be tricky. Not impossible, but not easy either. “Bring it, Dynasty,” I told her, motioning for her to come at me.
I only had one way to bring her down without laying my hands on her. As she lunged forward, coming at me like a curvy wall, I did the only thing I could do in a situation like this; I fell forward, taking her with me.
My hands hit the mat first, my hard body pressing against her softness next. Her eyes widened as my cock pushed against her leg. “Good enough?” I asked, smirking down, our mouths so close together I could feel her warm breath.
She pushed against my chest, wiggling underneath me. “This doesn’t count.”
“Does too,” I argued, not letting her up from underneath me.
She felt good like this. We felt good like this. The fire in her eyes burned brighter. The fierceness and determination on her face only made her more beautiful and alluring. “You’re flat on your back. You never said I had to use my hands.”
She struggled a few seconds more before finally going limp underneath me. “I can’t help that you’re as big as a tank,” she groaned. “That’s not fair.”
“We didn’t make rules, baby. You just said you’d put me on my ass. But right now, it’s your ass we’re resting on.”
She grunted, pursing those pretty, pouty lips. “You’re a jerk.”
“Never claimed I wasn’t, but you still want to go out with me. I just gave you a reason to say yes without you having to admit you want me just as bad as I want you.”
Our breathing was heavy and fast, matching each other breath-for-breath. We stayed like that, staring at each other, breathing erratically, neither of us speaking for longer than I ever thought possible. The air crackled around us, buzzing with energy and sexual attraction.
The moment her pupils dilated and her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink, there was no more denying what she felt. She couldn’t. “Um.” She licked her lips, sending my cock into a tizzy and smirking when she felt the fucker move. “That’s a negative. We can’t…”
Eyes locked. Hearts pounding. I lowered my head, leaving almost no space between our lips. “We can’t what, darlin’?”
She blinked slowly as her breathing grew more ragged and shallower. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
We were so close I could see the flecks of brown in her irises, swimming in the sea of green. “You can’t date?”
“I made a vow,” she whispered as her gaze moved to my lips. “I can’t break it.”
“A vow? Are you secretly a ninja navy nun?”
She slid her hands up my arms, resting against my biceps, squeezing just enough for me to know she was checking me out. “No, dumbass. I promised myself I wouldn’t sleep with anyone unless we were in a committed relationship. And since you’re just passing through”—she said those two words like they were acid on her tongue—“that makes whatever this is impossible.”
I pulled back a little, staring down at her face, taking in the bow of her lips. “Aww, Dynasty, I’m flattered. But who said anything about having sex? I think I asked you for a date, which in my world, means dinner and talking.”
She tightened her hold on my arms, digging her fingernails into my skin. “If you only wanted to talk, you wouldn’t be on top of me right now.”
