Page 23 of Falling for the Forbidden Fighter
I’ve dreamed a million ways for this to happen, but none of them are this good, this perfect. Now that I’ve got my arms around her, I can’t imagine living without her warmth molding against mine.
This is as close to heaven as I’ve ever been.
Both of her hands reach up, fingers exploring my hair. Her touch shocks me, makes me aware of the tiniest details—my feet on the mat, the sheen of moonlight in her hair, the way her fingers drag along my scalp.
“Why didn’t you ask your dad if he had a place for me to stay?” My lips graze her ear. “Or your brother?”
“Louis… you know why. Come on, you’ve known since the day I evaluated you. I wanted you there.”
“Still do? Even after I knocked your brother out?”
“After that?More.”
We laugh quietly, as if some ghost in the gym will hear us and let the world know. Whatever happens after tonight, I don’t care. If Don finds out and drops me, I’ll deal with it. If her brother wants to kill me, I won’t take it easy on him again.
All week, I’ve been hoping that Catherine wants me, thinking about what I’d do if she did.
Now, I’m going to do it.
“I won’t let him give up on you,” she says as my lips round her cheek. “If he finds out, I won’t let him quit on you, Louis. I’ll raise hell for you.”
I know she means it, but Don isn’t a man who turns his back on his convictions. If he finds out, I’m fucked.
She’s worth it.
“I know, Catherine. I know.”
I pull her into the kiss I’ve been fighting all week for.
As tired as I am, I should be in a deep sleep, but her lips shock me back to life. Everything in my life is hard, but not her lips. I’ve never felt anything so soft… it makes me pull back for a heartbeat.
Catherine doesn’t let me go.
She turns, sliding her arms over my shoulders and pulling my hood down. I back her against the heavy bag, hands drifting down her waist.
“You’re being gentle,” she whispers, kissing down my neck. “Don’t be afraid. You won’t break me.”
“I’m not afraid…”
Catherine puts her hands on my chest, staring into my eyes.
“You haven’t been afraid all week. Not when you step in the gym to get the shit kicked out of you. Not when my brother picks fights.”
She smiles, touches my cheek, and fills me with her warmth.
“But you’re afraid now. Don’t be. I want you, Louis. Since the first time we spoke, I’ve wanted to know everything about you—“
She yelps as I lift her by her long legs. They wrap around me, and my cock bulges through my sweats, pressing against her tight shorts.
Catherine leans back against the bag, gazing down at me, chest heaving. “That’s more like it…”
I explore her body with my lips, kissing down her neck, over her collarbone, and teasing her nipples through her form-fittingtop. I feel her legs constrict, feel her hips grinding against me. She reaches up and grabs the bag’s chain for support, lifting her hips so I can slide her shorts off. My fingers trail down her legs, gliding over muscles, leaving white streaks on her tan skin.
She’s left in a pair of spandex.
“Take them off,” she says.
I obey, holding her up by her legs as I slide the spandex away. My eyes never leave her body, drowning in her golden skin, her perfect thighs, and the soft hair on her mound.
