Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

I don't argue with her. It's not good for mission don't fuck Chloe. This probably isn't either. But I can't help myself. "Could you take me?"

"Really?"

"In karate?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sure."

"Show me something."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't believe that."

She smirks. "Fine. Aikido is based around not hurting your attacker. But… shit happens."

"Of course.

"I'm not going easy on you."

"I'm counting on it." I move into the empty area in the middle of the room, between the couch and the TV. Motion come here.

"This is about self-defense. Not about proving something to you."

"Of course." We both know she's doing it because I baited her, but I keep that to myself.

She moves into the main room. Places herself three feet from me. Fire fills her eyes as she looks up at me. "On three, go. Attack me. I'll fend you off."

I nod.

She counts. "One, two, three."

I lunge at her.

She ducks out of the way. Darts behind me.

I turn. Reach for her.

She's too small. Too fast. Too short. She bounces off the couch. Gets behind me.

I reach back. Grab something. Get her tank top.

My arm finds its way around her throat.

Her gasp isn't fear.

It's a yes, just like that, harder, please.

It's a quick second.

It steals every bit of my attention.

I forget that we're sparring.

That I haven't figured out if I'm going to let her win or give it my all.

My thoughts go straight to Chloe under me.

She leans forward. Bends, Takes me with her.