Vengeance Aside (Wanted Men 0.5)(62)

Lukas realized that instead of his efficient server; he was seeing his yoga instructor for the first time.

He watched, enraptured, as her legs started to go over, and at first, he thought she was falling, but it was too controlled. One long, graceful limb stopped, but the other continued all the way until her toes touched her hands, leaving her in a tight arch that left her leg extended straight up.

He lowered himself to the bed. “Your form is stunning.”

“Shhh.” Even her shush was slow and measured.

Two minutes later, she came up on her hands, and her leg went back up so she was in a full handstand. Back over she went, but only until her legs were horizontal, which sent her back into an arch he wouldn’t have believed if he hadn’t seen it with his own grateful eyes. Her head came up, and she looked straight in front of her with her legs extended above her as a visor.

He was able to enjoy that pose for another two minutes before she went back into a handstand. Her legs slowly fell to the sides…sweet Chriiiist…then crisscrossed like they’d done when she’d been sitting beside the pool earlier today talking with Farah about flowers she didn’t think they’d needed for the wedding ceremony that would take place on Sunday. Lukas was fascinated by the concentration on her face.

Two minutes after that, she gradually untangled her legs, brought them and her hips down to swing in front of her like a slow-moving pendulum only to send her legs straight up again until they were…behind her fucking arms and shoulders, her feet over her head.

He waited as long as he could before quietly asking, “What is that called?” Foreplay?

“Tittibhasana. Or Firefly.”

The strength in her arms and legs, her core, her shoulders… “This is why you have such a spectacular body.”

Her eyes unhurriedly came up from the floor to center on him. “If you don’t close your mouth, I won’t let you play with it after I’ve had a shower.”

Not a minute later, and with more speed but no less form, she went back into a handstand and gracefully went over to walk right out of it.

Lukas purposely allowed her to walk by him with a mischievous little wink. She closed herself into the ensuite, and he didn’t even break the door down when he heard the shower go on. He wanted to.

He stood there and retied his robe, and was still standing facing that fucking barrier hiding her from his eyes ten minutes later when she emerged, her hair damp, her skin rosy and lush, the very air around her free from anything resembling tension. She wore only a towel. His cock throbbed while his balls tucked up tight and died a painful death.

“I need to ask you one question before we play. Just one.” She passed by him so close her arm brushed his. Instead of smelling of his soap and shampoo, she once more carried the scent of exotic berries because she’d used the toiletries she’d taken from her bag when they’d first come upstairs.

“Is it a yes or no question?” She disappeared into the closet, and when she came out less than a minute later, she wore a pair of black see-through panties that rode low on her hips, and a short black babydoll nightgown with hot pink straps. Between her perfect-handful breasts was a matching hot-pink bow that he wanted to tear apart with his fucking teeth.

“No.”

“Aw.” She gave him a pout as she went over and too-slowly—there was no way her back had to arch that much—climbed under the covers.

“That ass is begging to be used.”

Her hand slipped as she adjusted her pillow and she bumped down onto her elbow. The abrupt movement knocked her hair forward so that it swept down to hide one eye. The visible one was wide with a surprise that turned into a wary possibility. She leaned over to offer him a beautiful view of one plump cheek that she palmed and gave a good squeeze to. “Is it?”

He went to her. “Begging. Do you always go to bed with your hair damp?” She shrugged and took the hand he held out. He pulled her to her feet, and she grinned when he whipped the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her. “One question.”

“That will turn into a thousand.”

“Not with what I’m sporting at my hips. One quick one that I hope won’t ruin your mood, but I’m afraid might.”

Her gaze flew to his groin. “Then let me take care of you first.”

He groaned, his dick jumping, trying to get her attention. “Get on the bed. On that side.” He gave her a push, and she fell back. Her laugh sounded almost as beautiful as how she looked doing it.

“Why don’t you just have me?” she asked as she got herself where he needed her. A good distance away. “We can talk after.”

Tempting, but, no. He sat, but then found it annoying that she was so far away. He curled his fingers around her ankle and tugged her over. Their eyes held as she slid across the sheets. When he wrapped his free hand around her calf, her lips parted and she, too, reached out. She didn’t stop him from holding her or try to pull him closer. She just laid her hands over his. He was shocked by how cool they felt, but not by their beauty. He watched in silence as she warmed first her palms then the backs of her long fingers.

Her nipples were hard. From being cold? Or was she turned on?

“Would you like me to adjust the A/C?”

“No. I’ll be fine in a minute. I thought a cold shower might help shut down my need for sex because I saw the thinker in you come out of the bathroom earlier and I knew you’d want to ‘talk.’” Her eyes went skyward as she inched closer. “But the shower didn’t help because you’re still here, which means I still want sex.”