“But can you get another strike in, especially now that I am fully aware of you?”
She slipped the robe off her shoulders and once again, I was so fascinated by the way the silky material slid down her arms to reveal her glistening pale skin that all I could do was stare, hypnotized.
Before I knew what was happening another blow was struck, but this time it was directly on my chest, and it made me stagger. Before I could recover, she struck me again, but this time one or two of my brain cells had rebooted and started working.
I blocked her clenched fist mid-air with my open hand, but my strength sent her flying towards the door. My heart leapt into my throat as she hit it with a dull thud and gave a cry of pain. I really didn’t want to hurt her even though my face and chest throbbed as though I had been hit with a bat.
I managed to keep my face expressionless, but I couldn’t let her continue on with this madness. For one thing, she was having a really bad effect on me. I could hardly look at her now since she was indecently exposed in a black baby doll nightie. She had no bra on. I could see the outline of her nipples. They were hard as pebbles. Her full breasts rose and fell with every gasping breath she took. I could already see myself sucking those breasts. There was a bed behind us.
Hell, what was I thinking of?
“Forget it,” I said, without looking at her. Not when I was on the verge of losing my mind and taking her right here and now. I reached the door and placed my hand on the handle. “Move!”
To my surprise, she slid between me and the door, her gaze boring up into mine. “Who says we’re done? I want to carry on the fight.”
“That was not a fight,” I said as evenly as I could. I wanted to fuck her so bad my dick hurt, but I’d be damned if I let her in on it. “It’s obvious you need urgent and intensive training. Either the person who taught and assessed you as capable of handling yourself was an incompetent fool, or you’ve forgotten all that you’ve learned, which I don’t know how it’s possible. Or worse still, you used the same er … techniques on your instructor you’re using on me into giving you a pass.”
Her eyes widened and as her pupils enlarged too. “Wow. That’s the most I've ever heard you say,” she murmured.
An irreversible accident would absolutely happen if I remained here any longer. “Move!” I growled and tried to grab her arm.
She twisted out of my reach and knocked the edge of her hand against the vital brachial plexus pressure point in my neck.
Pain reverberated through my body as the strength instantly drained from my knees. “Fuck!” I hissed. In a flash, I was the one who was grabbed, and pushed against the door.
Her strength was definitely speed … and distraction. It was too easy for me to constantly let down my guard around her and she took advantage of it every single time.
She had a hand held across my chest, pinning me to the door and her eyes … were sparkling. “I got you,” she said.
My breath hitched in my throat and for very different reasons. I pulled my gaze away, now at the very edge of my limit. “Let go,” I said, the pain beginning to dissipate and other more urgent calls taking its place. I should never have come to her room.
“Will you admit it now? That I can take care of myself?”
I grabbed her wrist to pull her away, but then she shocked me again. She leaned forwards and pressed her entire body against mine. Her breasts were pushed tight against my chest and my cock dug into her stomach.
“You’re hard,” she pointed out. Her gaze was mocking. “And this isn’t the first time, is it? You’re attracted to me.”
It wasn’t a question, but the downright establishment of an incontrovertible fact.
I pushed her away and she staggered backwards. Then I turned around to leave. It was time to request a transfer. There was absolutely no way I could keep working with her now.
Just as I pulled the door open, she said, “Kiss me.”
I froze. I knew I should leave—no, not knew I should leave, but every intuitive cell in my body screamed for me to fucking leave right