To be fair, I had answered half of it. Sometimes when I trained with Ethan my temper would flair and I’d inadvertently use some of my witch skills. I’d sent him flying in a burst of anger more than once. Ethan too, wasn’t fond of my kind, I understood that, but I never felt judged for what I was with him. Karson abhorred witches. The thought of constantly reminding him of the darkness that churned covertly inside me . . .
He waited patiently for my answer.
I cleared my throat and said, “Three reasons I can think of. The first one is your apartment doesn’t have a gym.”
“I have one we could use, and the second is?”
I thought for a moment on how to explain it. I sat my glass down and stood, moving off the rug. “Stand up.”
He looked up quizzically and then he leaped in one lithe motion to his feet.
I beckoned him forward with my finger.“Come closer.” He took one step and I threw a round house style kick at his thigh, it landed with a thump. He didn’t even attempt to block it, even though both of us knew he could have with childlike ease.
I smirked. “First rule is to attack when it’s least expected.”
He broke into a smile. “True.”
I blinked. I felt a rush of air whisper across my face, then he stood behind my back, his arm wrapped around my neck as Ethan had done the first day we trained. “Like this?” His warm breath tickled my neck, my skin soared.
“You’re a quick learner, well done.”
He released me. I turned to face him with a twinkle in my eye. I threw a light punch at his face, he blocked it. I threw another and he blocked that. I turned to the side and I threw a kick, he blocked that as well.
“That’s the second reason.”
“What is?”
“You wouldn’t hit back.”
He had me flat on my back on the ground in a dazzling blur of speed. So fast I wasn’t entirely sure what he’d done to get me there. He hovered on his hands, looming above my body.
“That’s two of the reasons debunked, and the third?”
I reached up and wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled his face towards mine. My lips sought his. His tongue feathered mine. I bit his bottom lip gently. He groaned. I moved my mouth to his neck, kissing as I went up to his ear.
“And that,” I whispered, “Is the third reason. We’d never get any training done.” I shoved his chest, pushing him off me.
He laid on his side, propped up on his elbow. “Well that, Amelia, is perhaps the best reason we could have to train together, would you not agree?” His finger slid over my stomach in long sweeping strokes.
“Mmm, I’m not sure, let’s see what you’ve got, and I’ll let you know.”
He smiled and moved his lips again toward mine. They landed with passionate intensity. It was as if his desire, no matter how many times we had sex, never weakened. Each time was as urgent, passionate and primal as the time before. Like it was our first time together, but gone were any of the first-time nerves, or the embarrassment of him seeing my body. I was completely comfortable under his gaze. His teeth clamped gently over my bottom lip, he sucked and then our tongues met, like a stripper on a pole in a slow teasing dance. His hand slid under my t-shirt, reaching for my nipples. His fingers stroked exquisitely softly. My nipples hardened.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded in a gravelly voice.
“You first.” I met his challenge.
He leapt to his feet and pulled me to stand in front of him. Karson had his clothes off in two heart beats and stood naked, erect, waiting for me to remove mine.
“Your turn,” he said with a stare that was dark, ravenous and beautiful.
“That’s cheating.”
“I’m waiting, Amelia.”
I held his stare, whipped off my t-shirt and threw it to the ground.
“Turn around, Karson.” I indicated in a little circle with my finger. “A lady cannot undress in front of a gentleman.”
