Balance (Off Balance 1)

Kova hissed. I was probably tempting him in ways he’d never been tempted before.

Ask me if I cared.

I didn’t.

And the part that frightened me most—I wished he wouldn’t hold back.

“What are you doing,” he asked in a broken whisper.

I answered honestly. “I don’t kn

ow.”

“You are treading a fine line, Ria. You are testing me.”

I answered by pressing into his groin again. His arm tightened around me, a rush of moisture coated my shorts as his fingers skated along my waist.

God, I wanted him to make me feel what I felt the night we were alone together.

“What is it about you that I cannot stay away from?” he whispered. His head dropped to my shoulder and his lips landed on my skin. My body melted in his hold. His breathing deepened against my back as he struggled. He didn’t move, and I knew why.

I was sixteen.

He was thirty-two.

There were many laws we would break if we took another step.

Not to mention, our careers would be in ruins if anyone saw the position we were in right now.

But in this moment, I forgot it all.

Kova’s grip was strong. I turned in his hold, twisting to face his body where he hadn’t moved one inch. My back was to the barre with my elbows resting on it. Looking into his eyes, they were swirling with desire just as I was sure mine were. I may be a teenager, but I wasn’t stupid. I could tell when someone wanted me. Lust, passion, want, need, it was all there. His mouth was only inches from mine, and if I stretched up on my toes I think I could touch his lips.

With lust overpowering the slight tremor in my nerves, I decided to push the envelope. I may never get the chance to be in this position again. Carpe diem!

The muscles in my calves strained as I stood on the tips of my toes. Hovering in front of his mouth, I whispered breathlessly, “If my flexibility is so terrible, show me ways to stretch.”

Kova’s jaw locked, the look in his green eyes penetrated me, and his hips pressed into me as if we were becoming one. I inhaled a strangled breath and gripped the barre, needing some type of leverage in this moment of insanity. I wished I could read the thoughts I saw running through his eyes.

One of his hands traveled down my ribcage to my hip. He squeezed hard and I groaned, my hips surging into his from the pleasure.

“You want ways to stretch out your hips? I can show you a few,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, his eyes gleaming with words he couldn’t speak. My lips parted with a sigh.

His hand curved around to my backside, rubbing in circles and heating my already tepid skin. He slid down the center of my ass and gave a good, hard tug, cupping me. A rush of wetness coated my shorts from his forceful pull. Kova pressed a finger between my cheeks while his large hand kneaded my small ass. My shorts rode up, the cool air hitting the crease as he continued to massage me into oblivion. If he asked me to give myself to him in every conceivable way and act out any fantasy he’d ever had, I wouldn’t hesitate. He could have me. The thumping of my heartbeat echoed in my ears. My legs were already jelly, my hips curled into him, feeling his dick against my aching sex. A hum escaped my throat and my stomach clenched in eagerness.

I wanted him to go farther. I needed him to go farther. God, what the hell was wrong with me?

He gave a rough squeeze to my ass once again, his eyes never leaving mine. “Want me to keep going,” he stated more than asked.

My eyes were heavy from just his touch and it wasn’t easy for me to respond.

“Say it.”

“Yes.” Rolled off my tongue.

One side of his mouth tugged up, giving me a sexy as hell half-grin. His knees bent, pushing his hips into me deeper to get a better hold. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, a breathless moan escaped my throat, this time loud enough for him to hear. His hand rotated on the curve of my ass, turning and gliding up my inner thigh. I gulped hard, knowing my shorts were soaked and all he had to do was run his hand along the seam of my sex to know just how wet I was. His touch was electrifying and I prayed he wouldn’t stop.

“I don’t see how this will help me, Coach,” I said sweetly. “I don’t feel anything stretching out.”