Page 28 of Honey Undone
For research of course…I wet my bottom lip and tried to focus on anything but his sweaty, tanned hips for two minutes but nothing cut the edge and my eyes were back on him within seconds.
He pushed his set harder the second time around and I couldn’t tell if he was doing it because I was watching but it was going to cut my workout short if I was forced to spend twenty minutes in the shower with my hand between my legs. All in some pathetic attempt to be able to concentrate at work after.
I gave up on the step ups, my focus was too foggy to ensure I didn’t fall and break my ankle so I switched to the squat bar in hopes that I could round out my workout. Was the squat bar in front of the deadlift platform? Yes. Did Ineedto do the squat bar today? No.
I loaded it up to my max, wandering around and watching his eyes on mine as he snapped the belt off his body with shaky hands. He walked toward his bag, squatting down to grab his water, we were locked in a quiet, brutal game of who would cave first out of the eye-fucking. I had never been so grateful for an empty gym.
It was a mistake, and it was quickly realized because as I pushed through my first set, aiming for a failure so I could up my personal best next time around, I realized that my knee was still too weak for the weight.
It buckled slightly, my face scrunching up in pain as I pushed through the next explosion of strength. Jensen rose slowly, watching carefully as he approached. My focus faltered for a moment, my fingers flexing around the bar tensely just trying to keep control. I exhaled sharply and lowered again with the bar. I was pushing my luck but I needed to know just how weak my knee had become. He didn't say a word as he rounded behind me in the mirror and hovered his hands beneath the bar.
“Is this alright?” He asked and all I could do was nod, I just wanted to get through this set without feeling weak. “You can do it,” he encouraged. “Slow,” he whispered, “control the movement.”
The next squat was better, the confidence slowly returning with him there to catch the bar. He left a decent amount of space between us but I could still feel the heat vibrating off his chest as he lowered himself with me.
“I like this,” his voice was low, barely a whisper as his fingers ghosted over the grouping of thin straps holding my sports bra up. I tried to focus on the workout, I was almost tapped out on my set. The bar was heavy across my shoulders as I pushed backup to full extension, a tiny smirk forming on my lips at the sight of him mesmerized in the mirror.
“If you wanted more one-on-one training, you could have just asked.” His breath fanned over my neck as I pushed through the squat.
“I can do one more,” I said in a half-pained grunt that was definitely not sexy but I couldn’t concentrate on how he was making everything warmer from his attention. I shoved through the next squat, shaking too hard to get it to the top.
“All the way, Adeline,” he instructed, his tongue brushing over his bottom lip with his eyes on my legs in the mirror. “Atta girl,” he murmured low as soon as I hit the top.
I nearly whimpered from the praise and cursed the betrayal of my body trembling. He moved in close behind me, his chest against my back as I dropped the bar into the hooks and took a breather. His eyes were fixated on mine in themirror as his hand ghosted over my hip. His fingers flexed tightly but he never touched, he just leaned in a little closer.
“Think you can handle a bit more?” He teased, his voice low and full of implications.
“Funny, I was just about to ask you if that was all you had?” I teased back and stepped away from him. Jensen rested his arms across the bar that separated us and smirked.
He stepped around the bar, closing the space between us again. “I can’t show you just how much I have,” he raised an eyebrow at me, “at least not here.”
“That’s a shame.” I smiled at him, “maybe next time.”
“Mm,” he hummed watching my body move as I backed away from him and lowered to the ground to stretch. His jaw tightened uncomfortably as his eyes flickered to the strap sliding off my shoulder. I stifled the amused laughter that bubbled up as he shifted on his feet, clearly doing everything he could to adjust himself without being obvious.
If he only knew how badly I wanted to find out if I could handle more.
Fuck.
“How about we get dinner tonight?” He asked, squatting on the mat across from me with his hands resting on his knees.
I almost caved in the moment and said yes to him but I knew that I could hold out just a little while longer. I just needed to make sure that my future was in order before I gave into something so simple and fun like Jensen. I had to make sure all he wanted was a physical connection before I allowed myself to get tangled up between the sheets with him. I needed hard evidence that he was just the fuckboy everyone made him out to be. No strings.
“Help me stretch?” I asked him, pushing my luck and ignoring his question. If he was as determined as he made himself seem, it wouldn’t bother him.
He smirked, looking away from me and swallowing down the rejection before he dropped to his knees and shifted over on the mat toward me. I laid back against it and pressed my hands into the material to keep steady as he grabbed my ankle gently in his hand. I inhaled beneath my teeth at the sudden warmth that wrapped around me as he shifted closer, lining his hips up with mine and rested my ankle on his shoulder.
“How’s that?” He asked, his fingers pressing into my calf as he worked a deeper stretch into my hamstring.
I winced at the heat that flooded my sore muscles but nodded. “Good yeah,” I said, trying to ignore the sudden shift in temperature and tension that was building between us. I cursed myself for biting off more than I could chew, inviting him to help me. I could feel him against my ass through his pants and all I could do was dig my fingers into the mat to keep from falling apart completely.
Jensen watched me carefully, no doubt noticing the blush that flooded my cheeks under that feeling of his bat calloused hands. My breath hitched as he pushed further my shorts riding up over my thigh as he took what was supposed to be an innocent stretching session into dangerous territory.
His fingers dug softly into my hamstring, unknowingly making my inner thighs tighten under his touch. My head rolled back as his fingers worked the tight muscle loose and my legs fell open, slack and relaxed.
“Mmm,” I practically moan, melting into the mat beneath me.
Jensen’s fingers brushed against the inside of my shorts as he reached the top of my hamstring and he paused, his breathing shallow. “Adeline, you have to stop making those noises,” the request was strangled as he looked up at me from the base of my body.
