Page 65 of Camden

She raised a brow and looked down at herself. “What’s wrong with it? Do I look terrible?” She turned her hips and attempted to look down at her ass.

A groan left me. “No. You look fucking amazing. But if you ever insist on going out in that, I’m going to have to go with you to beat off any man that looks your way.”

“You’re sweet.” A slow smile graced her lips. “And no. This is not how I normally work out. Usually, I have on full leggings and a tank top, but I’m with you, so I knew I would be safe to wear it.”

“I don’t know how safe you’ll be.” I bared my teeth, stalking toward her. When I was within striking distance, I tugged her to me and claimed her mouth. It was a possessive kiss, but I couldn’t help myself. She made me possessive. Stephanie was the only person who could make me feel this crazy.

She pulled her head back. “You’re a brute.”

“Only with you.” I smacked her ass.

“Okay. Where do you want me?”

“Upstairs in my bed.”

“Cam.” Amusement dripped from my name.

“Okay. Okay. Let’s start over here on these mats.”

“Alright. What now.” She stood in the middle of the mats as I walked around her. She smirked when she caught my focus on her ass. “This won’t work if you don’t focus.”

“I can’t help it. Your ass looks hot. Okay.” I stopped in front of her, my hands on my hips. “I’m going to show you a few moves to help you get out of situations where someone attacks you.”

“You’re not going to teach me to hit?”

“You’ll get to hit, trust me. These are self-defense moves first, though. I want you to protect yourself if a random guy tries to attack you on the street.”

“Okay.” She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders.

“After that, I will teach you some kickboxing.” I would, though I was more concerned with teaching her self-defense. I wanted her to be able to escape if someone randomly tried to go after her. She never needed to worry about being in another relationship where someone hit her.

“Okay. I’m going to come at you in different ways, and I want you to fight me off.”

She popped a brow in surprise. “You’re just going to come at me without teaching me anything.”

“I want to see how much you already know.”

“Okay.”

We spent an hour working on self-defense. I showed her how to escape different holds by the way she could move or position her body. She got so good at the palm strike I swear I was going to have a bruise in the middle of my chest. After one more attack from the side, where she almost severely injured my balls, we were both a sweaty mess.

I laid down on the mat and patted the spot next to me. “How’d I do?” she asked, joining me.

“Amazing. You learn quickly.” This woman surprised me at every turn.

“Yeah?” Her head fell to the side so we faced each other. My hand reached out to link with hers.

“Yeah.”

“Thank you for teaching me.”

“Of course. I want you to come home safe to me every night.”

“You’ll still help me with kickboxing?”

I squeezed her hand one more time. “Of course.”

“But not tonight?” She yawned.

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