He laughed. “I see that, so turn around and walk back in.”
She shook her head slowly, biting her lips softly, her eyes never leaving his. “I have a date.”
His eyes narrowed, but only for a second before a careless expression came over his face. “Blow him off.”
“I can’t blow it off, I need the workout.”
She knew they were talking about two different things, but she sure was enjoying the way his eyes were glued to hers. How his body sang to hers and how she wanted nothing more than to get lost in his hot kisses. It was as if her body was being pulled to his as his mouth turned up into a naughty grin. Leaning towards her, his lips tickled her earlobe as he whispered, “I’ll give you one hell of a workout.”
When he pulled back to look at her, his eyes told her he wasn’t messing around and her kitten liked that. “I’ll work you harder than he ever will.”
Breathless, Reese smiled as she looked deep in his eyes. She had never been so captured by a man. So completely taken. Not even with Kevin had she felt that way. Her feelings for Phillip scared her and when she leaned into him, her body feeling every inch of his, feelings were thrown to the side as red-hot lust took over.
“I have no doubt that that is true. I may very much enjoy the workout you would provide me, Phillip, but I need to go to kickboxing. You are going to make me late.”
A wide smile replaced his carefree one as his hands came to rest of her hips.
“Kickboxing?”
“Yup.”
“I thought you were going out with another guy.”
Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she swore she saw jealously, but surely not.
“Would that have been a problem?”
He held her gaze, her heart picking up in speed as he leaned into her, letting her feel the long, hard length of him.
“Nope, not at all,” he said, but she couldn’t help but think he was lying.
Nodding, she looked down as she slowly pushed away from him. If he had said yes, she would have needed to cut him off, so she was thankful he said no. She was far from done with him, and the only thing she needed to do was ignore her own feelings and enjoy Phillip Anderson. She couldn’t let what happened last time with Kevin happen again. With one look up into Phillip’s carefree face, she knew that he didn’t want anything more than sex, and that was good. Very good. Feelings were trouble, complete and utter trouble.
“Good, cause we are keeping things light.”
“We are,” he agreed, squeezing her hips with his large hands.
“Only having fun.”
“Lots of it,” he agreed. “That’s why I’m going to go to kickboxing with you. That will be fun.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to kickbox with me?”
“Sure, but I’ll need to ride with you. I don’t have another helmet with me. I’ll bring one next time.”
She eyed him for a second before asking, “Ride with me?”
“Yup, I’ll get my workout bag off the back of my bike; we can go to lunch afterwards.”
With not another word, Phillip turned, making his way to his bike. Confused, she watched as he grabbed his things before looking up at her and motioning for her to come on. As she made her way down the stairs, she couldn’t help but think that him going to kickboxing with her, and then taking her to lunch, seemed very much like a date.
Reaching for the handle to her car, she asked, “So, this is like a date then?”
He looked over at her and shook his head. “No, you’re driving.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “Because I’m driving, it’s not a date?”
“Yup.”
Putting her hands on her hips, she asked, “How the hell does that make sense?”
Phillip laughed as he looked down at the top of the car before looking back up at her. “Because if this were a date, I’d wear something nice. I would have bought you flowers, and most of all, I would hire someone to drive so that my hands would never leave your body. We are having fun, Reese. Stop analyzing shit, and let’s go.”
With that, he fell into the passenger seat while Reese mulled his words over. She was curious to know if that was thought out just for her, or if that was the way he worked. She wondered if other girls had the pleasure of being wooed by Phillip Anderson and, for some odd reason, she was jealous of the women. That only lasted a minute before she mentally slapped the hell out of herself.
This was sex, pure sex. No flowers, no drivers needed, and no f**king wooing. No! Just nice, hot sex. If Phillip wanted to go smack a bag and then feed her, who was she to analyze it? They were having fun, and that was it. But as she got into the car, her kitten recovered from the bitch slap and informed her that date or not, she was excited to hang out with Phillip outside of the bed.
And even her regular self agreed.
Shit.
Reese loved kickboxing.
She loved beating the crap out of a bag and getting out all her frustrations about life out on the floor. She hit the bag for the spoiled kids she dealt with, and she kicked the bag for their extra ass**le parents. She kicked the bag whenever she had a bad day, or when her mom annoyed her. Kickboxing was her outlet but, right now though, the only frustration she was beating out on the bag was the sexual kind. The whole way over to the gym, Phillip’s scent suffocated her. All she had wanted to do was pull over and climb into his lap. Everything he did, she was aware of. When he moved his fingers along his chin, she saw it. When he bit on his lip, she saw it. When he moved his shorts to readjust his junk, she f**king saw it! Everything and anything that sexy piece of man did, she saw, and God how she wanted him.
She shook her head slowly, biting her lips softly, her eyes never leaving his. “I have a date.”
His eyes narrowed, but only for a second before a careless expression came over his face. “Blow him off.”
“I can’t blow it off, I need the workout.”
She knew they were talking about two different things, but she sure was enjoying the way his eyes were glued to hers. How his body sang to hers and how she wanted nothing more than to get lost in his hot kisses. It was as if her body was being pulled to his as his mouth turned up into a naughty grin. Leaning towards her, his lips tickled her earlobe as he whispered, “I’ll give you one hell of a workout.”
When he pulled back to look at her, his eyes told her he wasn’t messing around and her kitten liked that. “I’ll work you harder than he ever will.”
Breathless, Reese smiled as she looked deep in his eyes. She had never been so captured by a man. So completely taken. Not even with Kevin had she felt that way. Her feelings for Phillip scared her and when she leaned into him, her body feeling every inch of his, feelings were thrown to the side as red-hot lust took over.
“I have no doubt that that is true. I may very much enjoy the workout you would provide me, Phillip, but I need to go to kickboxing. You are going to make me late.”
A wide smile replaced his carefree one as his hands came to rest of her hips.
“Kickboxing?”
“Yup.”
“I thought you were going out with another guy.”
Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she swore she saw jealously, but surely not.
“Would that have been a problem?”
He held her gaze, her heart picking up in speed as he leaned into her, letting her feel the long, hard length of him.
“Nope, not at all,” he said, but she couldn’t help but think he was lying.
Nodding, she looked down as she slowly pushed away from him. If he had said yes, she would have needed to cut him off, so she was thankful he said no. She was far from done with him, and the only thing she needed to do was ignore her own feelings and enjoy Phillip Anderson. She couldn’t let what happened last time with Kevin happen again. With one look up into Phillip’s carefree face, she knew that he didn’t want anything more than sex, and that was good. Very good. Feelings were trouble, complete and utter trouble.
“Good, cause we are keeping things light.”
“We are,” he agreed, squeezing her hips with his large hands.
“Only having fun.”
“Lots of it,” he agreed. “That’s why I’m going to go to kickboxing with you. That will be fun.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to kickbox with me?”
“Sure, but I’ll need to ride with you. I don’t have another helmet with me. I’ll bring one next time.”
She eyed him for a second before asking, “Ride with me?”
“Yup, I’ll get my workout bag off the back of my bike; we can go to lunch afterwards.”
With not another word, Phillip turned, making his way to his bike. Confused, she watched as he grabbed his things before looking up at her and motioning for her to come on. As she made her way down the stairs, she couldn’t help but think that him going to kickboxing with her, and then taking her to lunch, seemed very much like a date.
Reaching for the handle to her car, she asked, “So, this is like a date then?”
He looked over at her and shook his head. “No, you’re driving.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “Because I’m driving, it’s not a date?”
“Yup.”
Putting her hands on her hips, she asked, “How the hell does that make sense?”
Phillip laughed as he looked down at the top of the car before looking back up at her. “Because if this were a date, I’d wear something nice. I would have bought you flowers, and most of all, I would hire someone to drive so that my hands would never leave your body. We are having fun, Reese. Stop analyzing shit, and let’s go.”
With that, he fell into the passenger seat while Reese mulled his words over. She was curious to know if that was thought out just for her, or if that was the way he worked. She wondered if other girls had the pleasure of being wooed by Phillip Anderson and, for some odd reason, she was jealous of the women. That only lasted a minute before she mentally slapped the hell out of herself.
This was sex, pure sex. No flowers, no drivers needed, and no f**king wooing. No! Just nice, hot sex. If Phillip wanted to go smack a bag and then feed her, who was she to analyze it? They were having fun, and that was it. But as she got into the car, her kitten recovered from the bitch slap and informed her that date or not, she was excited to hang out with Phillip outside of the bed.
And even her regular self agreed.
Shit.
Reese loved kickboxing.
She loved beating the crap out of a bag and getting out all her frustrations about life out on the floor. She hit the bag for the spoiled kids she dealt with, and she kicked the bag for their extra ass**le parents. She kicked the bag whenever she had a bad day, or when her mom annoyed her. Kickboxing was her outlet but, right now though, the only frustration she was beating out on the bag was the sexual kind. The whole way over to the gym, Phillip’s scent suffocated her. All she had wanted to do was pull over and climb into his lap. Everything he did, she was aware of. When he moved his fingers along his chin, she saw it. When he bit on his lip, she saw it. When he moved his shorts to readjust his junk, she f**king saw it! Everything and anything that sexy piece of man did, she saw, and God how she wanted him.
