Because of Kian (5 page)

Releasing his thumb, I met his gaze and saw
the heat in his eyes. He wanted me. And for the first time in a long time, the first time since Evan, I wanted to be wanted.

For what seemed like forever, we
continued to study each other. His hooded gaze held me still, waiting. His lips dipped ever so faintly and, just for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. But then, he blinked and shook his head slightly, his breath stilted… and he lifted off me.

Once he
’d backed away to his knees, he held out his hand and pulled me up with him to a stand. I watched him walk over to the bench and take a long drink of water. Setting it back on the bench, he scrubbed his hands down his face before he turned back to me.

Back in teacher mode.

I felt like an ass.

Like a
complete and utter slut.

He didn’t want me.
It’s a bad sign when a guy totally pretends you didn’t just obviously throw yourself at him like that.

Back to business, as though I hadn’t done what I
’d just done. My heart pounded as he began to speak. But despite the clinical, instructional words he said, his voice was thick…
hot
.

He was far from unaffected after all.

“Let’s work on a leg sweep. The first thing is to make sure your attacker is in the best position for it to be effective.”

Kian took a few steps towards me and
patted his leg, not looking at me, but rather down as he began to explain. He stepped closer, guiding my body. Every touch of his hands sent tremors through me. In spite of his professional demeanor, I was completely melting inside.

“Wait until one leg is forwa
rd, supporting the bulk of their weight. Make sure their weight is on it, though, because sometimes it can be deceiving. Go in with a punch or a slap or something. This will distract them a bit and force them to block. Then put your foot just inside theirs…” To help demonstrate, his hand slipped along my inner thigh, down by my knee, to pull at my leg. My breath hitched, and for a split second, he froze. After a minute, he cleared his throat and continued on, his voice an octave deeper. “Sweep out and lift their foot off the floor. As they begin to lose balance, their arms will try to regain it and leave their head and torso unprotected.”

Kian straightened, and pulled his arms back, mimicking someone who was falling. The motion pulled his t-shirt tight across his chest
, highlighting the defined muscles underneath. Every fiber of my being wanted to lift the soft fabric and run my fingers up his abs.

“Then you strike, whatever is
closest, but in a way that you don’t have to step closer. Take out his knee with a kick, or his nose with the heel of your hand. Maybe knife-like motion to the neck.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, nudging me back a few steps. “Let’s give it a shot.”

My mind sped through what he’d just instructed, fighting through the haze of desire that I was swimming in
.

“Okay,” I murmured with a breathy sound
.

“I’ll help guide you a few times until we can get your movements right.”

Kian took a deep breath and then stepped forward, putting all his weight on one foot like he’d described. I followed his directions, sweeping out with my foot. Three or four times we did this, and every time, my body tingled with his touch. Every second I was close to him, my heart rate increased and my breath caught in my throat.

“Let’s try it for real this time,” he suggested, and I nodded.

He reached for me, and I again followed the instruction, lifting his foot. My mind was racing and I was horribly keyed up. Instead of striking, I shoved at him hard without thinking, and Kian’s balance began to go.

My
base instinct was to help steady him, so I reached for him as he fell, firmly grasping his t-shirt. But, seriously, the man was probably twice my body weight, so it only pulled me down on top of him.

I lay there over him, straddling his waist, breathless with my heart pounding in my chest. He was so close to me, his hand resting on my hip
.

Don’t. Don’t make an ass out of yourself again, Brynn.
Getting shot down in such quick succession would do nothing for my self-esteem.

But then his
hand tightened on my ass… almost painfully. The shock of his bruising grip sent me over the edge and, just like that, I kissed him. I simply had to. I couldn’t help it.

Roughly, suddenly, and full of need, I pressed my lips to his in an effort to convey the level of my sexual frustration
. For a second, Kian barely moved, shocked by my forwardness. Then his other hand tangled in my hair, holding my head with a firm grip as he kissed me back, his tongue sweeping through my mouth.

I skimmed my fingernails down his sides, from his arms to his waist, relishing in the feel of the tens
ing muscles under his shirt. Reaching the hem, I worked my hands up under the fabric, exploring the smooth skin as a heady moan escaped my throat. Tugging the shirt up out of the way, my lips trailed down his chest, nipping and licking the skin I uncovered as I slid down his body until I’d settled between his sprawled out legs, my hips pressed against his groin.

Oh my
God
.

He was
massive. And hard as a rock.

Suddenly I was crazed, fervent with need. I quickly rose
to kneel above him and pulled off my cami, baring my breasts. With a desperate moan, he sat up and wrapped his hands around my back jerking me over to straddle him as his lips crushed against my aching nipples, ravenously devouring my sensitive skin. The urgency of his motion ripped through me, set me aflame as I ground my aching sex against him. He nipped at the sensitive skin of my breasts as he lifted me higher against him, burying his face into the soft skin. Loosening the band that held his hair back from his face, my fingers wound themselves through the soft, smooth texture, urging him closer, wanting him to devour me.

One of his hands slipped down to the waist of my yoga pants and slid inside,
gripping my ass with an almost bruising force. The ferocious need ripped through me and I rose above him, cradling his solid jaw in one hand as I began to push down the waist of my pants with the other. The two of us worked and shifted my body until I was naked, straddling him once again, undulating against him and begging for him.

I
yanked at the waist of his athletic pants, tugging to reveal his throbbing length. It was marvelous, thick and dark, the skin so smooth. Hot in my fingers.

“My back pocket, baby,” Kian growled. “There’s a condom in my wallet.”

He tipped slightly to allow me to reach behind him for his wallet, which I held out to him so he could pull a foil packet from inside. I took the packet and ripped it open with my teeth, lining the latex up to roll it over him. The splendid girth of his cock and my own frenzied state made it somewhat difficult to put the condom on him, so his large hand slid down to assist me, our fingers entangling as we smoothed the sheath over him. Kian released a ragged groan as I rose above him to take him in.

A cry lit out from my throat as he stretched me, filled me. I was frozen above him, shocks of energy shooting throughout me as I settled over him, taking him deeper, until I had him completely
.

He felt
a-fucking-mazing
.

Like nothing I’d ever felt before
.

As I began to
rock, his hands slid up from my hips to firmly knead my breasts, pushing them together and pinching my nipples slightly and sparking a pained rush. Every cell in my body felt electric, my skin hypersensitive, as I circled my hips smoothly, savoring the delicious slide of his hard length inside me.

“Fuck…” Kian breathed, “
incredible. Oh God, baby…” His steely gaze captured mine as his strong hands began to guide my movements, pulling me harder against him, quickening the pace. Then, he wrapped his arms tightly around me, pulling my shoulders down with him as he lay flat on the floor, my body flush against his. One hand captured the back of my head and he kissed me hard. His other hand slid over the curve of my ass, holding my hips still with a long finger all but penetrating my back entrance. He taunted and teased that sensitive place as he began to pump into me from below. Faster and with increasing force. The angle pushed his pelvis against my clit with every thrust, causing my body to tremble and shake, ripping tremulous sobs from my throat.

“Yeah, right there
…” I gasped, barely conscious of the world around me. All I felt was him moving inside me, his strong arms wrapped around me, the slide of his sweaty skin against mine.

“Fucking
stunning,” he repeated over and over, murmuring in my ear. “So good, Brynn… so hot.”

Almost without warning, I shattered around him with a
sharp wail. Kian let out a deep guttural groan. His body arched, pushing up inside me even more deeply. A few more strokes and he shuddered to a halt, cradling my cheek in one strong hand as he whispered to me while I shook and sobbed.

“
Shhhhh…” He smoothed my hair back from my face as he crooned softly. He told me how pretty I was and how amazing I felt. His voice was barely audible as he brought me back down to earth.

I
never felt so alive.

Kian

My body thrummed with pulses of ecstasy. I could feel her languishing in our spent passion. Her soft breasts pushed against me with every breath. Her slick, hot pussy gripped me with the aftershocks of her orgasms, and I shivered with every tightening of her muscles. My fingertips traced a delicate pattern along the smooth skin of her back.

She felt so delicate and fragile.

I’d wanted her since the first time I’d seen her.

Months ago.

So long.

So badly
.

Watching
her in the club, her tight little body and her thick, light blonde hair. Her frightened sadness that seemed to evaporate when she lost herself in the pulsing beat. The serenity that she found when she moved. Then I’d found her that night outside the club, the night Evan had found her, too.

That fucker
.

I’d seen her practically crushed, and I wanted nothing more than to protect her
.

In the weeks since,
working out with her every day and molding her movements to show her how to fight back, I’d gone upstairs to my apartment above the gym almost every night and beat off in the shower, imagining what it would be like to lose myself inside her soft little body.

Nothing could have prepared me. No daydream or wet dream was even close.

It was sheer heaven.

Her breathing had normalized. I could feel her body coming back to earth, her mind shifting from the fog.
Tensing with confusion.

Hell, I was confused by this, and I hadn’t just been through
all the shit with Evan like she had.
Fuck, she wasn’t ready for this.
This was too soon. It was going to freak her the fuck out. And my mouth spoke without my mind thinking it through.

“
God, this shouldn’t have happened…”

Brynn froze for a second,
then rose slightly to look down at me with a haunted anguish in her eyes. The motion made me realize I was still inside her. Every catch in her breath, every shadow of emotion that crossed her face, I felt it where we were still connected.

“I mean—” I started.

She slid her hand down between us to stay the condom and quickly lifted off me, reaching for her shirt and pants.

“No
, don’t,” she said in a stilted voice.

“Brynn…”
My voice trailed off. I didn’t know what to say. My brain was still barely functional after shooting to heaven and back. I couldn’t process any of this fast enough to stop the landslide of emotion I felt crashing down around us.

“No, don’t
. Really,” she hastily cut in. “You’re right. This was
not
a good idea.” She quickly began to pull on her clothes and jumped up.