Page 32 of Angel Condemned

“Is that your angel wings talking?” I teased.

“Angeliminir.”

“Sorry, it was a bad joke.” I sighed. “You know cause you look like you’ve got two different sides going on?”

“How so?”

I was digging myself deeper into a bottomless pit. I chuckled. “Well, with your devil horns and your angel wings. Good and evil.”

“How are horns evil? Doesn't Earth have animals with horns?”

“Yes, but—never mind.” I shrugged, needing to put distance between us because his musky scent had me feeling heady. And the need to have him touch me was approaching warp speed. “How about showing me those kicks now?”

He pulled away from me, nodding. His eyes partially glazed like he was as affected as I was. That thought sent a thrill through me.

“Don’t kick with your toes, pull them back and imagine the ball of your foot, or heel, or side.” He tapped the outside bottom of his foot opposite the arch. “Imagine that whatever part you’re using is a hammer.”

I nodded.

“A front snap kick is a good start. It’s a fast kick that you can do low so that it would be hard for your enemy to grab your leg and it also sets you up closer for a quick fist afterward.” He demonstrated both into the air looking like a horned, winged ninja. “Your turn.”

“You make it look easy.” I bit my lip, trying to mimic his move, but pretty sure I looked like an ancient rerun of a Jerry Lewis movie.

“Bring your knee up higher and turn your hips just a bit into the kick.” He did the snap again. “And don’t forget to pull your toes back. With this kick, you’d hit your enemy with the ball of your foot. Picture that.”

“Easy for you to say.”

He strolled closer. “Aim for my thigh.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

His cocky grin sent my heart racing. “You won’t.” He patted his leg.

I did the kick, but it felt awkward with no power and I stumbled backward, my arms cartwheeling to keep me upright. I totally wasn’t getting this.

“Again. We want you to be able to do this kick automatically. Without thinking. And you won’t be aiming for a thigh, but the knee or—”

“The groin,” I finished, my face heating. This alien was making me blush more in mere days than I had this whole year. “Which, I mean, sorry about before.”

He shook his head. “You defended yourself. Never apologize for that.”

Well, I might have to beg for forgiveness on all the dirty visions flashing through my head about me and this sexy alien. I bit the inside of my cheek hard to stop my fantasies. My eyes pricked with tears, but still I wondered…could he have sex and fly holding onto me?

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