Page 5 of Fit for Love

Are her nipples showing through her top?If it were up to me, I would take her back to my place right now and?—

A spike of adrenaline cuts down on my musings as I notice Kendall fumbling for the safety tether.And then… Shit!

She takes flight.

I leap forward as my martial arts training kicks in.

Landing next to her treadmill, I spread my arms.

She smashes vertically into my embrace.

Reflexively, I cradle her against me, all her soft parts a perfect fit with my hard ones.Which, to my shock, get much, much harder as blood surges through my veins and primal awareness of her envelops my senses.I’m sharply cognizant of everything about her—her slender curves… her feminine scent, a mixture of apple and hibiscus, with a hint of something ineffable that’s purely her… the way she’s panting and trembling, as if I’ve just made her come…

Which I very much want to do, over and over again, with my tongue, and my hands, and my cock.

My inner barbarian is already scouting nearby surfaces, like the bench to my left and the yoga mats in the corner and?—

“Thank you,” she says breathlessly, her hazel eyes glued to mine.

“You’re welcome.”I keep holding her against me, as though if I let go, she’ll continue her terrifying trajectory to the floor.

“Seriously.”She moistens her pink, soft-looking lips.“You can let go of me now.”

Ah.

Right.

With great reluctance, I set her on her feet and step back.The fog of lust is slowly clearing from my brain, leaving room for other emotions—like anger.

What the fuck was she thinking, being so careless?

She could’ve gotten badly hurt.

I could’ve not caught her in time.

She could’ve been?—

“Aren’t you going to say something?”She blinks her long, sooty eyelashes at me.

“Yes,” I grit out.“Don’t you ever, ever, do something like that again.Is that understood?”

Chapter3

Kendall

A few seconds earlier

As I flyfrom the treadmill, time seems to slow, giving me a cruel opportunity to picture myself breaking a limb.Or my neck.Or my tailbone.Either way, I will be so full of negative juju Tierre will fire me for sure.

Assuming I survive.

To my huge surprise, I don’t hit the ground.

Instead, I land upright, smashing into something hard yet pliant and enveloping at the same time.

Something that smells deliciously masculine.

Realizing my eyes are squeezed shut, I open them and… holy fuck.

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