He tosses it right to me again and I do my best to use both hands and clamp it, but I miss.
“Okay, maybe this isn’t so easy,” I note.
I grab it off the ground and focus, thinking maybe it’s like softball and I just need to keep my eye on the target, and what a target it is…
I shake my head, dislodging those stupid thoughts, and throw the disc again.
Only this time, it makes a hard right and rolls for a good twenty feet.
Killian jogs after it, and I take a moment to admire his ass.
He heads back but doesn’t stop where he was, coming right to me instead. “It’s in the wrist.” He moves behind me, his front to my back. “May I?”
Not trusting my voice and what might come out of it, I just nod.
His hand runs down my arm before his fingers lightly grip my wrist. I watch as he lifts my arm up and his other arm wraps around my front, handing me the Frisbee.
I somehow force my limbs to work and hold it.
“Now, when you pull it toward your chest,” he murmurs, his voice rumbling against my ear, “I want you to think of your wrist like a bow. You have to hold it, let the tension build.”
The tension is definitely building. However, I’m not feeling it in my wrist.
“Okay,” I manage to get the one word out.
“Do you feel like it might snap?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” The heat of his breath slides down my neck, and I shiver. “Focus on the release. If you want it to go to the right, you release it when your wrist is almost slack. Left, you release before the middle. Where do you want it to go?”
Who the hell knew that learning Frisbee would be my breaking point. I definitely didn’t see this coming.
“Straight,” I tell him.
“Then when your wrist hits this point, I want you to let it go,” he instructs and moves my wrist to where he wants it. “Turn your hips.” I move to be further against him. “Good. Plant your left foot and take the step with your right. Use that power and let it go.”
I close my eyes and absorb the feel of him against me, remembering the night we spent together, the kiss, the way he made me come alive under his body. I would very much like to do that right here, in the middle of this field, and I wouldn’t care if anyone saw us.
“Tessa,” his soft, seductive voice is low in my ear. “Are you paying attention?”
My eyes fly open. “I am.”
He chuckles, probably knowing I am not, in fact, paying attention to this, but to him. “All right, let’s let it go.”
His hand stays on my wrist as I mimic the action he showed me, focusing on tightness in my wrist and remembering where he told me to release.
I step forward and Killian comes with me, then I flick my wrist and watch as the Frisbee goes right where I wanted.
“I did it!” I yell and then turn around, jumping into his arms. “I did it.”
“You did,” he chuckles, holding me against him.
I grin and then, no longer caring about my rules, the reality of our situation, or the fact that I’m going to lose my job whenhis ranch goes under because I failed, I plant my lips on his and kiss him.
thirteen
Tessa
