Her gaze slid down and locked on my hips. And then she licked her bottom lip.
"Saff. Fucking stop looking at me like that."
“I can't fucking help it,” she moaned. “You interrupted my workout, and you're looking like that, with your tight shirt and your gym shorts."
"This is what people work out in."
"Well put on some fucking gray sweatpants or something."
My brow lifted. "How the fuck are gray sweatpants going to help?"
The corner of her lips twitched. "Well, at least you wouldn't be wearing boxers with those, so I could get a show."
I blinked at her once. Then again. And the laugh that burst out was sharp and quick, and the tension eased between us. “Fucking hell, Saff."
She swallowed hard. “Lock.”
“I miss you," I growled, barely able to get the words out.
She bit her lip and turned from me. I turned around I started working on the bag, trying to think through all the things she and Gabe had been riding me about.
After about five minutes, she came over and tapped me on the shoulder. "Here, let me show you. You're still not engaging your hips enough. I want that motion to be fluid when you burst forward. A fluid motion and a quick retreat back with a spin. Make sure you're watching your back."
I frowned, trying to do what she said and realizing her way was easier. My body wanted to do it that way, but all the automatic movements from before were tripping me up.
"That's it exactly,” she said. “And then you move your hips here." Her fingertips traced over my hip bones, and my dick was done for. Full-blown erection. My breath lodged in my throat as I tried to force my lungs to work.
It’s okay, you put up a valiant fight, mate.
Desperation. I could almost feel the pre-cum leaking out of the tip.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
She was barely touching me, and certainly wasn't touching me sexually, and I was so close to fucking coming.
She must have realized we were touching because she abruptly released me.
“I miss how you feel,” I whispered, my voice sounding like it was borne out of cement. ”May I assume you're in here because you needed to hit things too?"
Her dark gaze flickered to mine. “I needed a tension reliever."
Fuck me. I would give her one hell of a tension reliever.
"Want to get the pads out? I’ll hold for you, and you hold for me."
She nodded. “Fair enough."
I held first, and Saff did not hold back. Christ, she was fiery and angry and in full warrior mode, her frustration evident in every strike.
My dick wanted to crow, Don't talk to me about frustrated.
My next reset wasn't fast enough, making her knuckles glid past the pad, nearly giving me a love tap. She stopped her motion just in time by adjusting her hips. "Shit sorry."
“I know you want to hit me," I teased.
“I don't want to hit you, Lock."
“I'm sure you want to hit me a little," I goaded her. “Go on. I deserve it.”