Page 58 of Drawn Together

“You’re right; a woman is at her most vulnerable when a man has her pinned to the ground. But that doesn’t mean shecan’t get away or turn things around to create a dangerous situation for her attacker.” He crouched down and rested his hand on my knees. “Open your legs,” he ordered.

I did as he asked, and he placed himself between my thighs.

Okay, yes, I was in a vulnerable position, but that didn’t change the fact that I had him between my legs, which was hot as fuck.

He looked me in the eye for a second and lifted my legs. “I’m going to show you what you should do if someone tries to rape you.” He said it so seriously that any sexual or romantic thoughts vanished from my mind, and I gave him my full attention. “Your legs are your greatest asset. When someone has you pinned underneath them, they might think the battle is won. It’s true they have a lot of points in their favor, like gravity, for one. From this spot, I could easily kill you.”

A shiver ran down my spine.

“So, this is the first thing you should do: Cross your ankles around my back, tight, to get a firm grip,” he said, demonstrating with my legs. “The next thing you should do is grab me by the back of the neck and pull my head to your throat.”

Did he understand that what he was asking me to do caused a whole series of reactions in my body? Reactions I couldn’t control?

“Do it, Marfil.”

I raised my hand to the back of his neck and was immediately reminded we hadn’t been this close since the time we’d kissed. I pulled him to me, as if offering him my neck, waiting for him to kiss it until I moaned with pleasure.

“You have to hold me tightly in place so that you’ll be able to do the next move.” He lifted his head to look at me. “You have to act quickly, without hesitating,” he said, his eyes fixed on mine. “Use your left hand to lift my shirt up to the back of my neck. Hold it there tight. Then use the fingers of your righthand to grip my neck and push your legs into my hips. Lastly, you can cross your other arm and choke me. In six seconds, you’ll have cut off my breathing.”

I stared at him as if he’d just spoken to me in another language.

“I stopped listening at the part about lifting up your shirt.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and sat up. “We’ll do it the other way around so you can see how it works. Come on,” he said, taking my hand to help me up as he looked around for something. “Weren’t you wearing a shirt?”

I shook my head. I’d slipped pants on over my swimsuit but hadn’t brought anything else except for the towel. There was no need to try to hide my tattoo down here; my father had never liked swimming.

“I’ll give you mine to show you the move, and then you can try it on me.”

Hold on. You’re going to take off your shirt?

Of course he was going to take off his shirt! He slipped it over his head in a single movement, revealing his chiseled muscles underneath.

Fuck, I became very aware I had only ever caught a glimpse of his body before.

He tossed his shirt to me, but I couldn’t stop gawking at him.

“Concentrate, Marfil.”

Concentrate? With that half-naked body in front of me?

He had a skull tattoo on his left pec that I didn’t like at all. But I stored that image away to analyze it later and did as he asked. I slipped the shirt on over my bathing suit and tried to get my hormones under control. He was turning me on so much. Didn’t he realize that?

He lay on the floor and told me to get on top of him like he’d done with me.

Sebastian. Underneath me. Shirtless. Someone pinch me.

Fuck.

I placed myself between his legs, and he immediately wrapped them around me. I was tiny compared to him; his legs double the size of mine.

“The important thing is that you understand what comes next.” He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to him. “Once you have me in this position, lift my shirt,” he said as he moved his fingers up my back and wrapped the shirt I was wearing around my neck.

My body was pressed against his chest, but I had no time to fantasize. He moved quickly and decisively, the way I was supposed to if I found myself in that situation and wanted to live to tell the tale.

“Lift your head,” he told me.

His mouth was just inches away, the smell of him all over my skin, his fingers touching one of the most sensitive parts of my body: my neck.