Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Possibly.”
“Good. Up we go. Your turn.” He hooks his fingers around my wrist and plucks me up. “You’re the victim. I’m going to come up behind you. Okay?” My heart quickens. I’m not sure I like this part of the lesson. “Relax. It’s just you and me.”
“Yeah. Okay.” I turn my back to him and wait for his touch, my skin prickling with anticipation. The heat from his large hand spurs me into motion. Grabbing it, I try to tug while twisting and kicking his leg out but only manage to tangle myself with my own legs. He reaches out and snags me before I wobble sideways and lose my balance.
“Try again.”
I get back into position and set my legs. The second he grabs me, I react, tugging, twisting, and falling.
“Try again.”
Set. Tug. Twist. Fall. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can. Again.”
We do the same song and dance until my frustration hits its limit. The fact that I’m also extremely turned-on pisses me off. “I quit.”
“You don’t quit.”
“I do!”
“Again.” His bossiness is riding my last nerve. I stare, ready to throat-punch him. “Again, Mindy.”
“You know what?” Turning, I wait for him to grab me. When he does, I snag his wrist, twist, swipe my leg under his, and— “Holy shit!”
He goes down like a pound of bricks, his back hitting the floor with a loud thump. I stare down at him in shock, a huge smile blasting across my face. “I fucking did it. I seriously did—shit!” His leg swipes mine, and I fall forward, landing on top of him. “What the hell?” I lift my face from his neck.
“Lesson two: always stay alert. Never assume your assailant is down.” I open my mouth to give him my own personal lesson, but our eyes lock, and words escape me. Which is fine because before I can take another breath, his mouth is on mine.
Everything is a blur as our hands tear at each other’s clothes. I lift my arms so he can rip my shirt over my head and then push his T-shirt up his chest. He pulls it over his head with one hand, and my fingers are at the button of his jeans, fumbling to undo it and get his pants off. A squeal escapes as he flips us and yanks my skirt from my body, tossing it across the room.
Before I can truly wrap my head around what’s happening, he thrusts inside me. A raspy moan falls from my lips as his hand threads into my hair and pulls my head back to slam his mouth on mine, his tongue fucking my mouth in rhythm to his cock plunging inside me. He cups the back of my knee with his free hand and raises my leg, spreading me wider and thrusting his cock deeper. My hips meet his, needing more. My nails dig into his ass cheeks as moans pour out of me. He swallows them as my legs begin to quiver. I hold his ass tighter, pulling him closer as my orgasm tears through me. Tate grunts as my pussy squeezes his cock, and he pulses inside me.
Holy fuck.
Tate falls onto his back next to me, both of us heaving for breath. “That’s one sure way to take out an assailant,” I exhale.
“That was not part of the lesson,” he says, winded.
“Least I got in somewhat of a workout.”
Tate chuckles. “You’re welcome.” He suddenly pops up, startling me. “Up we go.”
“Now what?”
“Lesson three: how to defend yourself in the shower.”
***
I’m sprawled out on top of Tate. I think I killed him. I lean up and tap his cheek. “You good?”
He doesn’t open his eyes but mumbles, “You don’t play fair.”
I rest my elbows on his chest. “You shouldn’t have let me tie you up. Amateur.”
One eye cracks open. “You know I could have gotten out of those ties.”
“Doubt it. They were pretty tight.”
“Babe, two tours in Iraq. I could have been free in less than ten seconds. Silk scarfs are not going to detain me.”
“So, you played captive to humor me?”
“I enjoyed watching you take control, so yeah.”
Well…damn. “I need to invest in cuffs.”
I look down at Tate. For once, his face isn’t void of emotion. He looks at ease. Relaxed. Butterflies flutter inside my belly at the thought that it’s because of me.
And because of him, I now know what to do if someone ever tries to attack me in the shower, on the kitchen counter, or in my bed.
Any more lessons have been put on hold. I’m spent. The look on his face says he is too.
“What are you doing about feeding me?”
“Feeding you? You just yelled at me for letting you eat tacos.”
“No, I yelled at you for letting me eat too many tacos. But since you helped me work them off, I forgive you. And since it’s your job to make sure I’m safe and happy, we’re getting takeout.”