Page 54 of Their Naughty Student
“I wouldn’t say I’m good.”I laughed, completely relaxed in his company.“But I can hold my own.”
“What’s your time?”
I frowned.“My what?”
“Your time.You know, how long it takes you to scale the wall.”
“Which wall?”I asked, trying to stall.
He cut his gaze to me briefly.“Intermediate.”
I waved him off.“Oh, you know, I don’t really pay attention to that.”
Cav’s laugh had my insides warming significantly.
“Right.”He grinned widely.“But you can hold your own.”
“Yes,” I insisted.
Another raspy chuckle sounded.“We’ll see about that.”
Yeah.We would.
I had called ahead to ensure we would be able to get in.Turned out Thursdays were a relatively busy night, so it was a good thing I had.After a quick rundown of safety tips from the assistant, we were harnessed and ready to go.
For the next half hour, we scaled the rock wall, talking as we did.Although it appeared he wasn’t exerting any energy, I felt every muscle in my body tightening.Since I did go to yoga routinely, it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, but it certainly wasn’t easy.I’d only been here twice.Once for Tiffany’s twenty-second birthday and then again when Jonah had needed something to take his mind off the breakup with his last boyfriend.That had been eight months ago.It was safe to say I was out of practice.
“It’s always good to get a warm-up in,” he said casually.
I glanced over, noticed the way his eyes glittered with mischief.He was on to me.Since it hadn’t been a race, I knew Cav was allowing me to make it to the top at my own pace.
Because he was sweet like that.
It wasn’t until we were back on firm ground that he turned to me.“One more time?”
I glanced around, noticed there was no one waiting.“Sure.”Hopefully, my muscles would hold out.
“Want to make it interesting?”Cav asked as he got a good hold on an extension.
My attention stuttered on the bulge of his bicep, the way his shoulder muscles bunched.I remembered how he’d looked at the club.I had memorized all the sleek muscles in his upper body, and I suddenly had the urge to run my tongue over them.Slowly.And more than once.
“Cupcake?”
“Uh…” I jerked my gaze back to his.“Yeah.Sure.What’d you have in mind?”
He peered up toward the ceiling.“If I get up there first”—his eyes locked on mine—“you get to treat me to dessert.My choice.”
“Your choice?”
“Yep.”
“And when I win?”
He grinned, a sexy smirk that made my insides quiver.“I get to treatyouto dessert.”His voice lowered seductively.“My choice.”
I laughed, more to cover up the tremor of awareness that raced down my spine.This man was dangerous.
“You’re on,” I said when I could speak.
