She shoots me a sassy smile. “Am I still hot for you, do you mean?”
“No, I consider that a given.”
“So cocky.”
“And you should take it as a fact that I’m still hot for you. I meant are you still feeling okay about our plans?”
As I stretch my arms ceilingward, she answers, “Yes. I’ve been checking out other teachers, visiting their classes, working on some suggestions for replacements.”
She tells me more about what she’s been up to as we move through other poses then drop to the floor, stretching side by side on our backs.
I flash back to Jason’s words from this morning. Don’t wait too long.
I don’t want to wait any longer, but I don’t want to pressure her either. Hell, I feel the pressure from my team, and it’s no fun, so I don’t want to do that to Katie. But I can let her know where I’m at in other ways. “I wish time would speed up,” I say, turning my gaze to her as I stretch.
“Me too,” she whispers, sounding sexy and hopeful at the same time.
“What do you want to do first?” It’s wild, secretly planning this romance we’ll have when our careers are no longer in the way. “Every time we’ve planned a date, it’s fallen through.”
She wiggles her brow. “Then we won’t plan a typical date. No foosball and dinner. No bowling and ice cream.”
“We have no luck when we plan like that,” I agree.
She takes a beat, reaching her arms high over her head on the mat. “I think you should just come over the night you win the Super Bowl.”
I shift to my side. “I like the way you think.”
“You do?” Her eyes lock with mine.
The air between us crackles.
“When we win, I’ll fly home, and then I’ll get in a car and go straight to your house.”
She shifts to her side too, propped on her elbow. “I’ll open the door wearing a naughty grin, because I’ll be so excited to see you. You’ll probably throw me against the wall.”
I breathe out hard, my skin heating up. “I fucking will.”
She slides her hand along her side, over her hip. “You’ll tear off my yoga pants.”
My eyes drift down to her chest. “I’ll rip off all your clothes.”
She licks her lips, lets out a shuddery breath. “We can go bare, Harlan. I’m on protection, and I have a clean bill of health.”
“Me too. Clean bill of health,” I rasp, my dick rock-hard at the thought of feeling her slick heat against my cock. “I bet you’d feel incredible.”
“Bet you would too,” she murmurs.
Fuck waiting.
I reach for her, running a hand down her side, sliding closer to her sexy-as-sin body. “I need to steal a kiss now. It’ll get me through missing you this weekend.”
“Take it,” she says, then seals her lips to mine. She crushes my mouth in a consuming kiss. It’s the opposite of our last kiss in my kitchen. This one is wild and desperate, tinged with jet-fueled need. It’s rough and messy, the kind of messy that leads to hands roping in hair and teeth clicking and me yanking her against my erection.
I flop to my back, pull her on top of me, and rub against her. “Katie,” I groan.
She whispers my name with the same urgency as she rides the hard ridge of my cock. She rocks and sways, then consumes my lips again as we grab at each other.
Everything feels electric and intense. Whatever faint hold I had on control spirals away.
She swings her gaze to the door. This is the moment where we should break apart. Smooth down our clothes. Settle our jackhammering pulses.
A glance at the door is the kind of break in the action that can jolt you back to reality.
To consequences.
To promises.
Instead, Katie says, “Let me make sure it’s locked.”
In a heartbeat, she hops up from me, scurries to the door, and locks it. She’s back in seconds, straddling me again.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?”
She rocks against me, pressing her hands to either side of my face. “So sure,” she murmurs.
I grab her ass, cup those cheeks, and tug her tighter. Now is the time. “I want you so much. I’m so crazy for you. I’m falling for you so hard.”
She gasps, then smiles softly. “I’m falling for you too,” she says, sounding utterly lost in the passion.
Just like I am.
25
Katie
He’s too hard to resist.
I want a taste of him, this man I’ve fallen for.
So in my yoga studio, I shimmy off my pants, shove down his shorts. My mouth waters when his cock says hello.
Oh yes. I have enjoyed every encounter with him, and it is so very good to touch him again.
To touch my man.
Because he feels that way—all mine.
I wrap a hand around his hard length, and he shudders. “Katie,” he moans, sounding desperate, sounding lost. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.