“Yeah,” I shrugged.
He pulled out a water bottle from his bag, and I cursed to myself.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, brow furrowed as he studied me.
I waved him off, shaking my head. “Nothing. Just forgot to bring water.”
“Oh,” he shrugged, holding out his water bottle toward me. “Here.”
I hesitated, staring at him. “You don’t mind sharing?”
He shook his head, a small smile on his lips. “Not at all. If we can kiss, we can certainly share a water bottle.”
I rolled my eyes, biting back a smile and took it. “Thanks.”
“So,” he started when I handed him back the water bottle, “what’s next?”
“Uh, I usually end doing some pull-ups and then about fifteen minutes of core work.”
“Damn, okay. You go first, I wanna see how many you can do.”
I rolled my eyes and stepped up to the bar within the framework that I used for pull-ups. I jumped up to catch the bar and let my body hang for a moment, enjoying the stretch of my muscles. Then, I crossed my ankles and pulled myself up.
Enoch whistled long and low and I half-laughed, half-groaned, stuttering on my way up to the bar and dropping down.
“Shut up, you’re ruining my flow,” I said, glaring at him through the mirror.
I managed a few more before my muscles gave out and I dropped down and spun on my heel.
“Shit,” I muttered, colliding with Enoch’s chest. His hands squeezed my hips, sliding down my sides and around to my ass.
“That was really fucking impressive.”
I rolled my eyes at his repetition of my comment from earlier, but he squeezed my ass, pulling my hips into his.
“Seriously,” he muttered, leaning his face over mine. “That was really freaking hot. You’re making it hard not to want to end this gym session and head upstairs.”
I scrunched my nose. “I’m all sweaty and gross. There’s no way you’re turned on right now.”
Enoch rolled his hips, letting me feel just exactly how turned on he was.
“Believe me now?” he asked, his brown eyes filled with need.
Enoch’s hands slid down to my thighs before he lifted me off the ground. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as my hands came to his shoulders to steady myself.
His lips met mine. I held the back of his neck, kissing him back with just as much energy as he was giving me. My hips rolled of their own accord, seeking out friction against his hard muscles. I moaned into his mouth and suddenly we were moving. I didn’t open my eyes to see where we were going, but flinched as my back hit a wall, paper crinkling.
Enoch braced me against the wall, freeing up his hands as they trailed a path of heat up my sides, my arms, until one hand gripped the braid at the nape of my neck, his fingers spearing through my hair to gather it tightly. He pulled and I moaned at the tingling sensation of euphoric pain.
“You like that?” He panted against my mouth. “When I pull your hair?”
“Mmhmm.”
I bit down into his lower lip. He groaned in response, his kisses growing frenzied.Fuck, I guess he likes a little pain with his pleasure too.
My mind blanked, my only focus on the feel of our bodies connected, the music in the room a distant hum in my ears. I wanted to get closer, crawl inside his skin, feel every part of him. Enoch pulled my hair, exposing my neck as his mouth trailedhot kisses down my jaw, to my ear, until his teeth tugged on my earlobe.
“Fuck,” he said huskily, his breath tickling the shell of my ear.
