Tension left her shoulders. “I can do that.”
“Thank you.” He kissed her again before stepping back and heading to his truck.
Sprawled on the couch after dinner, Bree was dozing off when Jase’s chest rumbled under her ear.
“What?” she asked.
“We should practice combatives.”
Her head jerked up. “What?”
“You know…Army combatives. Grappling.”
“I know what they are. Why should we do them?”
His hand ran up her back. “In case someone attacks you.”
She dropped her forehead to his chest. “Jase…”
“Come on. It’ll be good exercise.”
He slid out from under her and moved the coffee table out of the way.
Groaning, she sat up. “Fine, but you need to put the dogs out. They aren’t going to like this.”
“Charlie. Polly.” The dogs raised their heads when he called their names. “Outside.” They rose from their beds and trotted after him. Charlie stared up at Jase, tongue lolling from his doggy smile. Silly mutt probably thought they were going to play ball.
She stood and twisted at the waist, popping the joints in her back. Jase strolled back into the living room and rolled his neck from side to side. Bracing her legs, she waited, hands loose at her side. He matched her wide-legged stance, but braced his hands on his hips.
She raised her brows. “Well?”
“Come at me.”
“No. You come at me. I’m supposed to practicing against an attacker.”
He rushed her. At the last moment she stepped to her left and jammed her knee into his stomach. It hit him low because of the height difference.
His breath left him, and he grabbed his stomach. Bree spun and took two steps back, watching him catch his balance. He straightened and turned slowly.
She smirked.
One of his eyebrows raised. “Don’t get cocky.” His eyes became intense and he stepped to his right, circling her.
Shit. He let her have that one.
He took her down in less than ten seconds.
He straddled her in mount position and held both her hands in one of his. “What are you going to do?”
She stared up at him. None of the ideas she had involved getting him off her. More like getting him further on top. She bucked her hips. He didn’t even move. She rolled her hips and licked her lips.
“What’re you doing?”
“Let go of my hands and I’ll show you.”
Instead of letting them go, he raised them above her head, bracing his other hand on the floor by her head. He shifted and moved his legs between hers, forcing her hips wide. Lowering his head, he hovered his mouth over hers. “So your plan is to seduce your attacker?”
“Only if it’s you.” Her tongue flicked out and licked his bottom lip. His mouth slammed down on hers and his hips rocked against her. She moaned, pulling at his hold. He let her go and she ripped his shirt over his head. Her shirt and bra got shoved up and he pulled her breast into his hot mouth.
