There it was again. The realization that, even though she was trying so hard to keep me at arm's length, shesawme. My heart felt like someone had clenched a fist around it.
Most people usually said I’m slow, sometimes even called me dumb. But to her, I was just different and it made something heady shoot through my veins, warming my insides.
Leave it to Tori to say the one thing I’d wanted to hear my whole fucking life. She believed I could do it, and so I would. Simple as.
No one had ever made me want to be the best I could be like she did.
“Don’t get soft on me,” she added, walking away.
Too late, I thought.Way too bloody late.
“Nothing soft when I’m looking at you, Love.”
Tori scoffed. “Good God, that was bad.”
She was still turned away from me as something inside me snapped, propelling me forward without a second thought.
I grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, lifting her off the ground before she ever had the chance to react.
Tori let out a sharp yelp. “Kai! What do you think you’re doing?!”
Her elbows shot backward on instinct, catching my ribs, but I was already tightening my grip just enough to keep her squirming without hurting either of us.
“Showing you just how bad I can be.” I chuckled into her shoulder, enjoying the way her tight little body felt in my arms.
“Right. You’re about as threatening as a little puppy. Now be a good boy and put me down!”
I loved it when she called me a good boy — my quickly hardening cock was testament to that — but right now,I wanted to make good on my promise. Tonight, it was her turn to beg.
Tori twisted — she wasridiculouslygood at this — slipping halfway out of my grip before planting a foot against my shin and pushing off. The move surprised me enough to rock my balance.
And she was gone.
She bolted across the mat, breathless and furious, her hair coming loose as she spun to face me.
“Oh, you wanna play?” She stared at me in challenge.
A bolt of desire shot straight through me, making my pulse thrum and my dick twitch with interest in my shorts.
I grinned. “With you? Always.”
Tori darted to the right and I lunged after her.
With the kind of speed you could only achieve through years of training, she dipped under my arm, flicking a hand across the back of my neck. “Too slow, Pretty Boy.”
I turned on her instantly, my arms reaching out but catching nothing but air.
The little minx backpedaled, laughing breathlessly, and now I felt overheated for a wholly different reason.
This was good. This was easy, right even.
She sidestepped to the left on light feet, her tits bouncing in her tight sports bra, and this time I allowed myself a glance. I chased her down the length of the mat, cuttingangles, trying to corner her. She kept slipping away by centimeters — maddening, addictive centimeters.
“Thought you said I’m the slow one,” I teased, stalking closer as I slowly cornered my prey. My blood was pounding in my ears and my cock was straining in my shorts.
“You are.” Tori feinted right but I didn’t fall for it.
I caught her wrist mid-step, and she sucked in a breath — more startled than scared. Using her momentum, I spun her, trying for a clean takedown.
