I give him my attention and start to unload punches into his hands. He absorbs the force, moving according to what I'm doing. It feels better to spar with an actual person, not that I will admit that to him.
“I'm trying to be reasonable with you,” he says. “The logical thing to do is turn. You think I'm just trying to hurt you.”
“No, I think you're being inconsiderate with how you're saying this. You didn't even let me rest for two seconds.”
“I'm sorry it's so early, but I care enough not to want you to go through what happened,” he says. “I'm not your enemy here.”
“Then talk to me like you're a friend!” I add a punch with a lot of juice at the last word. It sends Grant's hand back, which surprises him a little.
“Fine,” he states. “Let's see what you've got.” He unlaces the pads and tosses them to the floor, revealing his bare hands. “Hit me.”
“What? I'm not going to—”
“Hit me, Leena.”
I tighten my fist within the gloves and throw a punch at Grant. He catches my gloves with ease, which makes the man smirk. “You can do better than that.”
I try to punch him again, faking a jab toward his face, letting me land a hit on his side. This time, I'm the one with the smug smile.
“Looks like you don't know everything,” I say.
He quickly twists my arm and pulls it into himself, drawing me close to him. “Are you sure about that?”
The urge to kiss him overwhelms me. Looking into his eyes from this distance is more than I can bear.
I lean in, but Grant beats me to it. He kisses me deeply, letting me have a long taste of his mouth.
I embrace this feeling as Grant pulls my gloves, setting my hands free. My arms move around his neck, and I jump to meet him.
Grant catches me with ease, placing his hands under my ass while my legs wrap around his waist. He moves me until he's resting me against a wall and drops his lips to my neck, sucking on my soft skin.
I moan into the air, relishing every second that our bodies spend together. Our scents begin to mingle, blocking off the part of my brain that makes decisions.
All I want is to feel Grant moving deep inside me. I want him to fuck me right here and it looks like he has the same idea. Grant's kisses become even hungrier, and I can feel the lust emanating from him.
A free hand moves to my chest and Grant squeezes my tits through my clothes. His fingers brush over my nipples, making them even harder than they already are. I need more. I want him to suck on them.
My legs move restlessly as they call for Grant to plunge between them. Suddenly, a distracting noise stops us in our tracks.
Grant and I see his ringing phone on the floor and realize that our moment of passion has come to a sudden end. Whatever call reaches an alpha's phone is probably really important.
I let go of him, standing on my two unstable feet while he reaches to answer the phone. I patiently wait for him to finish the conversation before asking what's happening with a growl.
Maybe it's the fact that our moment was interrupted, but all my annoyance rises up again, growing even worse this time. Grant ends the call and looks at me.
“There's been a hunter incident in the city.”
I gulp in response. The only thing I hate more than being a shifter is the fact that I now have to face hunters. From everything I've heard and seen, they're completely ruthless, with no room to listen or consider anything they don't want to hear.
“So you have to go,” I say, more as a statement than a question.
“Yes, but I want you to come with me.”
My first instinct is to say no and stay, while Grant runs off to take care of business.
Hopefully, that will give us the space I need to stop being so mad at him. However, when I see just how tired he is, all those instincts get tossed out the window.
He looks exhausted. I know he's been tiring himself out, and he'll keep doing it if I'm not with him.
