He nodded. “Definitely the next one.”
She went on tiptoe and crushed her lips to his. Then she was gone.
He listened to her feet on the stairs for a moment, then the barn door closing behind her. He waited a full minute, giving her time to come back if she realized she’d forgotten anything. Then he grabbed a sweatshirt and headed out to his very first yoga class.
The early morning air was crisp as he stepped outside. The sky was still a faint gray-blue stretching over the mountains. Ashe approached the patch of lawn behind the lodge where Zee was holding her class, quiet voices reached him.
Her back was turned as she set up the small plaque with the sun painted on it and lit a candle. Several vets were already sitting on their mats, stretching.
Church grabbed a mat from the stack and headed toward an open stretch of grass, eyes fixed on Zee. The way she moved…every line of her body…hit him low in the gut.
Christ. The woman was amazing.
She turned and froze, surprise flashing across her face.
He gave her a sheepish grin and unrolled his mat. When he straightened, she had made her way to his side.
Her eyes glimmered with happiness. “You said you had things to take care of.”
“I do.” He stepped close enough to feel her warmth. “You.”
Her breath hitched, and her pupils dilated the same way they did when he was moving inside her and she was on the verge of—
He cut off the thought before his sweats gave awayexactlywhat she did to him.
She pressed her lips to his ear. “Stop looking at me that way.”
“What way?” He brushed his lips over her temple.
She shivered. “You know what way. I have a class to teach.”
“Don’t let me stop you.” He raked his gaze over her body, taking his good old time.
She threw him a look before sashaying away, hips swaying a little more than usual.
She reached the front of the group and clapped her hands lightly. “All right. Let’s get started. I’m Zee, and we’re going to begin with some easy stretches while we enjoy the beautiful view.”
Oh, he was enjoying the view, all right. A little too much, if his stiffening cock was any gauge to go by.
The class moved into motion, following her directions. Church did his best to keep up, but his attention kept drifting to Zee.
The slow glide of her movements, the point where her waist bent. Her thigh muscles, toned and strong, reminding him of how she gripped him and rode him to completion.
She walked around the group, adjusting the guys’ posture, offering a soft word of praise or instruction. When she reached him, she paused.
“Relax your shoulders,” she murmured, stepping close.
Close enough for him to grab and make better use of his mat.
His jaw flexed. “I am relaxed.”
She circled to stand in front of him and a pink flush settled high in her cheeks.
“Is there a problem with my pose?” he rumbled.
“How am I supposed to concentrate on teaching when you’re in gray sweatpants?” She dropped her gaze to the front of his sweats. Though they were loose, his not-so-little problem was more than evident. The length snaked down his thigh.
He huffed out a low breath. “You’re the instructor. You tell me.”
