we come down here, we’ll go over those and I’ll teach you some different ones. When we’re in here, you’ll do as I say without fail. Do you understand me?” he demands, his voice low and husky as I continue to stare at him.
This is definitely a side of Killer I’ve never seen before. He’s domineering and butterflies erupt in my belly at what’s about to happen. I’m not afraid of Killer; he’d never hurt me intentionally. At least physically. This is the first time I’ll be up close and personal with Killer like this. Even though he’s teaching me how to save myself, we’ll be right on top of one another.
We get down on the mats and Killer and I stretch out. After we’re done stretching, he helps me from my feet. Before he teaches me a damn thing, Killer has to go and make my panties wet. He reaches behind his head with one hand, pulling the shirt from his body. My mouth waters at the sight of his abs, muscles, and tattoos. Killer’s muscles ripple as he tosses his shirt to the side before coming to stand right in front of me.
“The first move, I’m goin’ to come up behind you and wrap my arm around your neck. I want to see what you’d do to break the hold,” he informs me, turning me by the shoulders so I’m facing the wall in front of me.
I wipe my palms on my leggings in an attempt of ridding myself of the sweat lingering there. Killer doesn’t give anything away as his arm is suddenly around my neck. He’s left room for me to breathe, but not much. His hard, chiseled chest is pressed up against my back and the lower half of his body is aligned with my own. I can feel the hard outline of his cock. Yeah, there’s no way in hell the monster he’s hiding will fit in my body.
“Sparrow, you okay?” he asks when I’ve taken too long, simply enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against my own.
“Oh, um, yeah,” I respond after clearing my throat and shaking the thoughts of sex with Killer from my mind.
Thinking about the situation I currently find myself in, I reach up with both my hands in an attempt to break the hold he has around my neck. Killer traps one of my hands under his own with a slight adjustment before grabbing my other one with his loose hand. Now I have nothing to use against him. I shake my head in defeat.
“Don’t beat yourself up over this. I told you I wanted to see what you’d do,” Killer says, releasing me before running his hands up and down my arms.
The next few minutes he goes over what he wants me to do. It takes me a few tries, but I eventually understand what he wants from me and break free of him. We spend the next hour and a half working together on the three moves he wants me to learn today. By the time we’re done, each of us are covered in sweat, our hair looks as if we’ve been doing something we shouldn’t be doing, and I’ve lost my tank top. I’d love to lose the leggings I’m wearing too because I’m overheating so bad.
“Well, thank you for the lesson. I’ll keep going over the moves until we can work again,” I let him know as I bend over to grab my shirt from the floor.
Killer places a hand on my hip before I can stand up again. His body heat consumes me as I stand straight up and press my ass into his body. A tremor runs through me at the closeness of him to me. It’s not something that goes unnoticed by Killer based on the smirk once again gracing his face. He leaves his hand on my hip as we make our way up the stairs and into the kitchen. I break free from his grip to grab bottled water from the fridge, offering him one. When I have mine in hand, I turn and head to the bathroom so I can take a shower and head to bed. It’s been a long day.
“Goodnight, Killer. Thank you for the lesson,” I say just before turning the corner.
“Night, Sparrow,” he replies, not following me.
Shutting myself in the bathroom, I strip out of my clothes and get in, letting the cold water hit my skin before it heats up. Once it’s hot,