Changed by Fire (Phoenix Rising #6) - Harper Wylde Page 0,50
him inside me, reminding me whom I belonged to as I claimed him with my body as much as I already claimed him with my heart.
“Damn, baby,” Killian groaned when he broke free, his hands slipping around my hips to grip my ass. I wanted him to pick me up and have his way with me right here, but his hold loosened until his hands moved to cup my face. He tipped my mouth up so he could steal a few more slow kisses as we both struggled to contain our need for one another. “I don’t know how I get anything done with you around.”
“I’m pretty sure I can think of a few ways to put you to work,” I teased, only half joking. What was with all my guys? Too many times lately, I found myself all revved up with no way to get to the finish line. If one of them didn’t sex me up soon, I was going to be forced to take matters into my own hands. Literally. A task no woman with six mates should have to accomplish alone.
“We’re supposed to walk through two more holds and then work on some boxing maneuvers.” Killian sounded torn between ripping my clothing off and being the hard-ass trainer he always was.
“What about this,” I suggested. “I finish your training session, and you reward me with hot sex.”
Killian’s chuckle went straight to my core. I was going to need a bucket of cold water if he made me finish working out before getting to the good stuff.
“That sounds like a deal.” His grin was infectious, the heat in his eyes still branding me even as he pulled away with a tortured groan. “The next hour is going to be hell.”
“You’re the one insisting on being good. Not me.” I held up my hands in surrender, placing the blame for our struggles squarely on his shoulders. “I’m willing to use you as my workout right here, right now.”
“Nix,” Killian grumbled, but it sounded more like a gravelly groan. He wanted me. The truth was displayed thick and proud behind his sweats. I wondered if he’d let me drop to my knees and…
Killian let out a string of curse words and turned away, hanging his head and scrubbing his hands over his face before he dared to turn and face me again. “I don’t even need Damien here to know what the hell you just thought. It’s written all over your face.”
I blinked innocently, but the way he bit his lip as he studied me was almost my undoing.
The door to the gym banged open, and Killian shifted his stance to hide his arousal while he adjusted the beast in his pants and willed it away.
“Oh,” one of the five men said, as they entered the gym, each one pausing to scent the air filled with hints of our desire. “Oh,” he drawled again, looking chagrined. “Sorry, are we interrupting? We can come back.” He hitched a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the door, but I shook my head vehemently.
“No. Sorry.” My face was as hot as my Phoenix’s flames. “We’ll… uh… cool it down.” Oh gods, could I be any more spastic?
Killian looked overly amused as he turned, the light in his green eyes dancing as he held back a loud chuckle that wanted to burst from his lips. The arch of his brow said, ‘I told you so,’ but the heat in his gaze was barely masked, his desire to finish what we’d started shining just below the surface. His expression was so full of promise, I was ready to jump into action to get this training session done just so I could get Killian to myself.
I didn’t recognize the guys who warily entered the room and set their gym bags down. They eyed us to make sure we were cool with their presence before they grew comfortable enough to strike up their individual conversations again. Their gazes flitted over to our side of the room more than once while Killian walked me through another choke hold, watching his slow and careful instruction until I’d mastered what he taught once again.
Killian was good that way, easy and patient but just tough enough to make you motivated to rise to his challenges.
I was working on repetition, throwing punches and kicks, when Killian’s chest vibrated in a deep, low growl.
“What’s wrong?” I panted as I slowed down enough to read the situation.