Page 65 of If It Can't Be Us

“Got you,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear.

For a moment, we’re both still, our breaths mingling. The air between us shifts, becoming charged. His grip on my wrists loosens slightly, his thumbs brushing over my skin in a way that sends a chill down my spine.

“So, what do I do now, Sensei?” I whisper, my voice sounding breathless even to my own ears.

His eyes darken as they meet mine, the playful glint replaced by something more intense. He locks my wrists down and settles on top of me, wrapping his legs around my calves to pin them in place as well. I am completely and utterly helpless. “Now,” he says, his voice low, “you use your hips and legs to push your attacker off balance.”

I follow his instructions, pushing my pelvis up into his, but the closeness of his body makes it difficult to focus. I shift beneath him, attempting to push him off, but it only brings us closer together. The struggle makes me acutely aware of how vulnerable I am. I can feel his dick hardening against me, and the awareness sends a rush through me.God, the way he feels pressed against me, it’s almost too much.

“Try pulling your arms straight down and jamming your elbows into my knees.”

“Like this?” I murmur, my voice quivering as I quickly pull my arms down, releasing his grip. The thrill of getting it right, combined with his closeness, makes my heart race.

“Yeah,” he breathes, his gaze dropping to my lips. “Just like that.”

“Let’s try it again,” he says intensely, grabbing my wrists again and locking them to the floor above my head. His eyes lock onto mine, and the tension between us is palpable.

I can feel the warmth of his body as he leans closer, the heat simmering between us. My heart pounds in my ears, and my stomach does flips in anticipation. For a moment, time seems to freeze.

Before I can react, his lips are on mine, and all thoughts of self-defense evaporate. The kiss is hot and urgent, a clash of desire that had been simmering for far too long. He releases his grip on my wrists and cups a hand behind my neck, pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss. Instinctively, my arms wrap around his neck. I’ve wanted this for so damn long. The intensity of it all leaves me breathless, my mind struggling to catch up with my racing heart.

We’re a tangle of limbs and heated kisses, his body pressing me into the floor. His lips trail down my neck, and I arch into him, feeling the hard length of him against my thigh. Every touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, making me crave more.

I manage to flip us over, straddling him, our positions reversed. His hands rest on my hips, and I can feel the tension in his grip, the barely restrained desire. I want to be the one in control, even if just for a moment.

“Teach me something else,” I say, sliding off him but keeping close.

He stands, pulling me up with him, and then he presses me against the wall. His hands are locked around my wrists on either side of my head, pinning me in place. “You’ll need to know how to defend yourself if you ever get pinned against a wall.” His eyes are intense, boring into mine. The way he looks at me, like I’m the only person in the world, is intoxicating.

“What do I do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes are drunk with lust as he leans in closer. “Duck underneath, and rotate your arms inward to get out of my grip. Then use your elbow to clock me in the face,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

“And what if I don’t want to get away?” I say breathlessly, meeting his gaze head-on. I don’t want to be anywhere but here, with him.

For a moment, the air between us is electric. Then his lips are on mine again, fierce and consuming. His hands slide under my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion. I tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine, to see him… touch him. His hands roam over my bare skin, memorizing every inch, his touch matching the heat of my own desire.

His lips trail down my neck, and I moan softly, arching into him. His hand cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple through the thinfabric of my strapless bra, sending shivers of pleasure through me. He pulls my bra down, his mouth replacing his thumb, and I gasp at the sensation.

God, he’s driving me crazy.

“Oh my God, Leo,” I gasp. I never imagined it would feel this good.

I run my hands over his solid chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles and chiseled abs, the V at his hips that disappears into his jeans. My fingers fumble with the button of his jeans, desperate to feel more of him. I’ve fantasized about this for months now.

“Christ, Vivian,” he murmurs between kisses, “you have no idea what you do to me.”

I gasp and breathe a hot moan into his ear. His words send a thrill through me, making me want him even more.

I am lost in his touch and consumed by desire. Nothing in my mind is screaming for me to stop; it just wants more… more.

His hands grab mine and sweep them above my head, pinning them to the wall. Locking both in one hand, the other trails possessively down my body, caressing and teasing. I try to release his grip, aching to touch him.

“I need to touch you,” I say. The need is overwhelming, almost painful.

His lips curl into a wicked grin as he leans in closer, and I want to kiss those fucking dimples. “It’s my turn, Walker.”

The throbbing between my thighs intensifies, the warmth of wetness spreading and igniting every nerve in my body as he plays with my nipple. He slides his hand down to my ass, giving it a squeeze, andmy God,I want to touch him.

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