...and then I was on my back.
“What the fuck?!”
I gasped aloud, staring around in complete disorientation. I hadn’t landed hard, but I’d landed suddenly. He had done it in a gentle way, catching me as he laid me down. Coming down with a little shriek, as the floor flew out from under my feet.
Before I could begin to recover myself, a grinning silhouette floated into my line of vision, and I blinked up in wonder.
“How did...?” I caught my breath, and tried again. “How did you do that?”
I hadn’t heard him move. I hadn’t even seen him move. Honestly—I had no earthly idea how anyone could possibly move so fast! What did they teach those boys out at Oxford?!
Or maybe it wasn’t Oxford after all...
My head started spinning with thoughts of the supernatural, but Nick merely gazed down at me with a fond smile. His hand had shot out from nowhere, catching my head just inches from the ground, and while I was dazed to the point of dreaming, he was hardly out of breath.
He ignored my question, and countered it with another.
“You had enough yet?”
A preemptive smirk had settled on the corners of his mouth—just waiting for the victory he was sure would come. The fingers cradling my head tightened, and from the rigid set to his chest, I could have sworn the man was holding in laughter.
But that victory dance might have to wait.
Had I had enough...?
My shock slowly faded as the sensation returned to my hands and feet. I pulled in a quick breath, tasting the sweet scent of his cologne, and gazed up at that sparkling smile. Our eyes locked, but while he might think the fight was over, I was suddenly sure of exactly one thing.
No. I hadn’t nearly had enough.
I took a page from his book. I let my actions do the talking for me.
In a move almost as fast as his, I wrapped my legs around his waist—flipping him over before he had a chance to realize what was happening. It was a trick I’d learned sometime early on in college. It was a trick a lot of us girls had learned, actually. There was a soft ripping of fabric, as my beautiful dress split up the thigh, but at the moment I didn’t care.
The tables had turned. Now I was the one on top.
The look on Nick’s face was priceless. Absolutely priceless. It wasn’t often that a guy like him was caught off-guard, and I relished the moment—staring down with a triumphant grin.
“Is that ready enough for you?”
He let out a breathless gasp of laughter, still trying to get his bearings. His hands came up tentatively to rest on my thighs, before lowering quickly back down to the mat.
It was then that I noticed we were frozen in a rather famous sex position.
It was then that he noticed the giant tear in my dress.
“That doesn’t look good...” he murmured, running his fingers teasingly up the frayed seam. They got higher and higher. “That doesn’t look good at all.”
I shivered with every inch.
How was it, that even on his back, this man still had total control over me? I was using my entire body to keep him down, but he held me breathless with just the tips of his fingers.
“These things have to be symmetrical, you know.”
Wait...what?
There was a sudden rip, followed by a rush of cold air.
“Nick!” I screamed.