Page 54 of Sexted By a Stranger
My right hand gripped her right wrist, my left hand resting on her left hip, guiding her to twist her waist and drive her elbow forward—
"Hit hard." My voice was against her ear. "Imagine your opponent is Connor. It's either you or him. Channel all your fear and rage into this strike."
She let out a sharp cry, driving her right elbow forward viciously.
"Yes. Just like that." I immediately released her hands and stepped back.
Sheila nodded forcefully, her gaze cold and bright, locked on the invisible enemy ahead.
Once, twice. Sweat traced down from her temples to her jaw, her breathing became labored, her movements occasionally lost form, but she gritted her teeth, pushing herself to the limit each time. There was a breathtaking beauty in that fierce determination.
I crossed my arms and stood in the shadows, watching her purse her lips, twist her waist, and drive her elbows. An indescribable heat began to smolder in my chest.
"Stop." After she completed the twentieth repetition, I called out.
I approached her. Sweat ran down her pale neck, disappearing into her neckline.
"Very good," I praised. "Fast enough, vicious enough."
"Continue." She wiped away the sweat and resumed her stance.
But in the next instant, fatigue made her knees buckle slightly, her center of gravity shifted, and she fell toward me.
I reached out to catch her, her warm body colliding with my chest, bringing the dampness of perspiration and her racing heartbeat. She looked up, eyes bright and clear, lips slightly parted.
"Luca."
Reason crumbled.
I lowered my head and kissed her fiercely. She didn't retreat—her fingertips climbed up my shoulders and back, nails digging into muscle as she responded with almost desperate urgency.
The adrenaline from training mixed with desire, forming a fire that threatened to consume us both.
"You know what?" I murmured in her ear, voice hoarse. "Watching you learn to protect yourself makes me both proud and heartbroken."
"Why heartbroken?" She panted, her breath caressing my neck, carrying confusion.
"Because I hope you'll never need to use any of this." I stroked her cheek. "But I hope even more that when the time comes, you'll have the ability to protect yourself."
She rose on her tiptoes, lightly kissing the corner of my mouth. "Then teach me more."
That sentence completely shattered what little restraint I had left. I swept her up, settling her on my lap, face to face, and pulled off her sweat-dampened athletic top. Her skin was covered in beads of perspiration, gleaming enticingly under the lights, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
"Sheila…" I called her name softly, my voice rough.
She raised her eyes to meet mine. "What?"
I didn't answer, just leaned down and captured her lips. Her breath hitched, then she began responding.
I kissed down to her collarbone, my palm sliding to her chest. "You drive me absolutely fucking crazy."
"Luca…" she moaned softly, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I lifted my head, looking into her dazed eyes. "Still want to keep learning?"
"You're not a very good teacher."
I laughed, my hand sliding to her waist. "Then let me teach you something else."
