His cock was so hard he was afraid if she kicked him in the groin it might break off. His jaguar, on the other hand, was on the prowl. Fur rippled under Thomas’ skin and his teeth ached. The beast wanted to bite and taste her again. So did Thomas. “Nice boots.” “Thank you,” she said, waiting patiently in the center of the mat. “I aim to give you a closer look real soon.” He held up his hand and motioned with two fingers. “Bring it on, sweetheart.” But he was the one who moved, drawn to her like a bee to honey. She crackled with energy. He circled her, the cat in him sizing her up as though she were prey. He wondered just how fast she was and tested her. His leap carried him too close for her to get any leverage behind the kick, but damn if she didn’t whirl away and land leather in the backspin. The blow hit his shoulder with a force that would have felled a normal man. Pretending to wince, he flexed his shoulder, acknowledging the strike. “Might need a massage when we’re through.”
