"Did you come to watch or work out?"
Her breathless voice shattered his heated fantasies. She walked toward him. Her movements were easy, graceful. She was a woman at home in her own skin, confident, self-assured and every man's fantasy.
"I'm a lover, not a fighter." He offered her a smile.
An answering smile quirked her lips. "Most fail to realize that both can be equally...exciting."
She's flirting with me.
"However..." his smile grew, "...one has a much more satisfying ending."
Bold as brass, she looked him up and down before spearing him with her emerald gaze. Her eyes held a wealth of experience, and in that moment he realized she knew what she was doing to him and she was enjoying it.
"Only if it's done right," she drawled.
His palms burned with the desire to touch her. "I haven't had any complaints."
"As if you'd admit if you did." She chuckled. Gesturing for him to follow, she turned and presented him with a toned backside. She led him past the weight machines to an open area covered with thick, navy-blue exercise mats.
"So what do you know about self-defense?" she asked.
"Enough to keep myself out of trouble." He wasn't sure he wanted to admit he'd earned his black belt in Tae Kwan Do a few years ago. He had enjoyed watching her so much, he wouldn't mind her showing him a thing or two.
"What do you want to try?"
How about you naked, under me, over me, beside me? Your choice.