“I know you’re going to claim it’s the best I’ll ever have. So get it out and let me see.”
The brief hesitation in his eyes as he tries to work out what my angle is has his grip loosening on my wrists. I take my opportunity and yank them free, using all my strength to shove at his face and push him away.
As soon as he moves an inch, I gain more strength, heat firing in my core as I scream and force him further back. But I’m not done. I keep pushing at his face to disorientate him until I’m able to throw my body onto his, bringing us both down onto the mat again with a thud. Only this time I’m on top of Denver.
I sit up fast, straddling him and grabbing hold of his neck. He looks up at me, his hair ruffled.
He licks his lips. “Good girl. Nice move.”
I squeeze his throat. “No talking.”
His eyes gleam.
“I could end your pathetic existence right now. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t.”
My nails dig into the side of his windpipe and his lips curl. Mine lift, matching his as we stare at one another.
I’ve got him and he knows it.
White flashes past my eyes and my head spins as Denver breaks out from underneath me, rolling us both until I’m wedged beneath him again.
“You want to rethink that?” he rasps.
“Asshole,” I spit, bucking as much as the small gap between our bodies allows.
“That was good, though. You did well.”
I sag against the mat at his praise.
“What’s wrong?”
I blow out a tiny groan. “It’s not going to work.Niceyou doesn’t make me want to kill you likedirtbagyou does.”
“Sinclair, we can’t.”
We look at one another. Denver’s huge body is braced over me with my thighs spread around him. Neither of us make any attempt to get up or move away.
“I trust you.” I search his eyes, seeing a fraction of give in them. “Denver, Itrustyou. And you can trust me too when I tell you it’s fine. We’ll stop it if I need to, okay?”
I hold my breath, waiting. I knew if I got him to agree to train with me that this would be my next move. Layer it on again until he’s doing what I need him to. But it’s not just about the training this time. I need to know what it feels like again. I need to show myself that yesterday was just a moment of madness.
That I didn’t get turned on by my bodyguard.
That I don’t actually want him after all these years of him being around.
Becausethatwould be madness.
“You trust me?” he echoes.
I nod. “With my life. With Monty’s.”
He drops his head with a curse.
“So, it’s a yes?” I ask, hopefully.
He exhales slowly. “You sure you want to do this with me?”
“I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather scream at.”
