Page 30 of A Shot at Love
He didn’t.
He simply let her hold him.
Her shoulders lifted and dropped with each breath she took, her gaze glued to his. Ky’s breathing was as deep as her own and with each shift in his chest, she pushed down a little further, a little harder, until she was balanced right above him, their faces close enough to feel the heat of the other’s breath.
And still, he didn’t fight back.
Her gaze glided to his mouth where a fine line of moisture outlined the notch above it. She stared at his full, solid lips, fantasizing about what they would feel like pressed again her own. Would they be hard and rough? Or soft and intoxicating?
Ky bent his knees, a move she instinctively interpreted meant he was going to try and gain the upper hand again, and, as a counter measure, Gemma dropped her knees to the mat, settling solidly and completely on top of his groin.
The feel of him, hard and long, against her was the most erotic sensation she’d experienced in some time. Even though they were both fully clothed, she felt naked and exposed where their bodies came in contact and touched. The moisture drenching through her thong wasn’t from sweat. And if she knew it, he probably did as well.
A harsh moan grumbled from deep within him when she settled her weight down fully on his pelvis.
For a hot second her entire body stilled as she simply allowed herself to feel him.
Good God, he was huge. Gemma realized right then how long it had been since she’d felt such a strong burst of arousal fire within her. That it had to be for this man, a man she didn’t even like, and one she didn’t want to trust, was beyond vexing.
When he shifted and pulsed against her, growing even larger, her vision blurred, then cleared as she stared down at his mouth.
It would take nothing for her to close the minute amount of space separating their faces and claim it.
That she considered doing it proved just how long it had been since she’d felt the need for a man. He watched her as she watched him. When his tongue swiped against his bottom lip, Gemma’s gasp echoed in the room.
His eyes turned to slits and his shoulders heaved with each deep breath as he stared up at her.
Sexual electricity crackled in the air between them and when Ky lifted his head slightly from the mat, his gaze never moving from her face, Gemma inched downward to meet him halfway.
His lips silently formed her name.
Gemma.
Just when their mouths were a whisper from kissing, Ky blinked, opened his eyes wide and dropped his head back to the mat, all the while keeping her prisoner with his gaze.
Confused, Gemma pulled back, lifted herself from him and forced her body upright. When she stood flatfooted, she moved back, taking a few literal and mental steps away from him.
“Enough for today?” he asked after a moment while he pushed up on an elbow and regarded her with eyes that gave away nothing.
But did his voice sound a little tighter than it had?
“Yes.” She attempted to pull her gaze from him, but when he leaned forward and stood, every muscle and joint unfurling in a single line, she couldn’t have forced her eyes away from his body if commanded to.
Once again he reminded her of a panther, sleek and lithe, his every motion calculated, stealth, and powerful.
Dangerous.
That was the word to describe Kyros Pappandreos. His calm and cool façade belied the danger seeping through him, hidden, and ready to unleash at a moment’s call, and God help her, she longed to witness that side of him.
Gemma shook her head. She had enough danger in her life with a crazed mob boss hunting for her.
He stood before her and swiped the back of his hand across his wet brow. “How’s your knee feel?”
“It’s fine,” she answered, automatically. Even if it did twinge a little, she wasn’t going to admit it to him.
“You gonna do anything else down here, now?” he asked.
“No. No, I’m...done for today.”
He nodded and moved to a table in the corner she’d hadn’t noticed. He lifted his gun from it, slid it into the waistband of his sweats at his back, and then clipped his phone on.
When he turned back to her, his face could have been carved from granite, the expression blank and rigid. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and then make breakfast. Any requests?”
