Page 88 of A Shot at Love
She bent her knee behind one of his and pushed. When he lost his balance and went down on the assaulted knee, she forced his arms to bend backward at the elbows, allowing her to restrain his hands together.
“Ouch!”
Gemma grinned at the back of his head. “You said to focus.”
With his head shaking, she could feel his shoulders following suit. “You’re nothing if not resourceful.”
“I prefer the terms skilled and expert.”
Ky dipped his head back to look at her. Upside down he was still gorgeous, so Gemma gave in to temptation and bent to kiss him on the lips. In the next breath she was flipped over his head to lay flat and sprawled on the mat.
Ky shifted and climbed on top of her, covering her body with his, pinning her arms above her head. That little smirk on his mouth was equal parts maddening and lust-inducing.
Gemma decided to go with the arousing part. Before Ky could say a word, she lifted her legs and crossed them at the ankles around his waist, effectively putting the part of her that was on fire in direct contact with the part of him that was growing by the moment.
Ky bucked up, flattening his weight on his bent forearms. “Oh, no. I’m wise to your tricks now, woman. You’re not going to break my concentration again with your sexual charms.”
“I’m not trying to break your concentration.” She arched her back to bring them even closer in contact below the waist.
Ky hissed through barely open lips. “No?”
Her pulse tripled at the strain in his voice.
“Then what are you trying to do?”
“If you have to ask, I’m not doing it right.” She laughed up at him.
She pushed up even higher on the mat, her butt and half her back now suspended, held in place by just her shoulders. He still had her arms restrained over her head.
Suddenly, his brow cleared and twin commas appeared at the corners of his mouth. Slowly, he lowered his head. So damn slowly she thought she’d expire from old age before his mouth ever came in contact with hers.
Body on fire for this man, she met him halfway and sealed her lips to his in a kiss that went from zero to ninety in less than a full heartbeat. Ky freed her hands and immediately moved them down her length. He hooked one under her butt, allowing his groin full body contact with hers now, the other circled around her shoulder to lift her head to his.
Gemma’s hands went on a wild rampage, coursing over his body, scraping her nails under his sweaty, T-shirt clad chest, slipping below the waistband of his sweatpants to squeeze his butt. Their mouths never moved from one another, licking, nipping; exploring all their favorite hidden places.
Ky swore in Greek as his tongue danced down her jaw to stop and suck the notch at her shoulder.
“What does that mean?” she asked, licking her way to his ear, biting down on his lobe.
Ky groaned, tipped his head toward her mouth and panted. “Fuck!”
“Yes, please,” she said against his jaw.
The choking sound of his strangled laugh filled the garage.
He nuzzled her nose and said, “You’re gonna kill me.”
“But what a way to go.” She found his lips again, pushed them open and roamed free. “Are we done?” she asked against his mouth.
“Baby, we haven’t even started.”
Her thighs quivered at his savage growl. “No. No.” She laughed. “With the workout. Are we done fighting? ‘Cause I really want to be done fighting.”
Ky’s eyes dragged a molten hot trail across her face. A dark, seductive grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as he pushed back to his knees and then stood, pulling her up with him.
“Yeah. We’re done with this.” One hand crooked under her knees, the other under her shoulders, lifting her in his arms.
“Oh! What are you doing? I can walk.”
“I know.”
He carried her—Jesus, carried her!—through the breezeway into the kitchen and then up the stairs to the bigger bathroom. Gemma forgot all about protesting. She simply gave herself up to the amazing sensation of being carried effortlessly in Ky’s strong arms.
He sat her down on the big bathroom counter, and, after a quick, hard kiss, turned the shower on.
“How do you like it?” he asked, yanking his sweaty tee off with one hand and dropping it to the floor.
