eyes, even though they didn't see it, picked up the Tomic case file, and started at the beginning.
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Chapter 8
I caught a few hours' sleep at my desk, enough to tide me over, and although I spoke to Kira on the phone, I didn't see him until Wednesday.
Finally getting my head out of paperwork, I kept my usual Wednesday gym appointment. When I walked into that boxing room, thank God no one else was in there, because his smile was blinding.
I could tell he wanted to speak freely, or touch me, but considering where we were, he couldn't. "You look tired," he said quietly as he helped me strap my hands.
"I'm okay," I told him, tracing his fingers with mine.
I spoke so quiet only he could hear, "I'm sorry I haven't been around."
"It's okay," he answered with a smile. But then he tapped my hands and quickly tapped my cheek. "I'll get good payback for sleeping alone."
I laughed. "So every time I have to work late, you're gonna kick my ass in here?"
He grinned. "Something like that." He stood in the middle of the floor, stretched his neck, shook out his arms and bounced on his toes. "Come on, Detective. Give it your best shot."
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Just when I thought this was gonna hurt, he actually took it easy on me. We went through the usual one-two jab sequences, but he still habitually lifted his right foot, his kickboxing foot.
I stepped back and dropped my hands. "Teach me kickboxing."
His hands lowered, and he stood up straight.
"Why?"
"I want to learn."
"You're too tired today."
I knew he was taking it easy on me, because I hadn't slept. "Do you think the guys I track down care if I'm tired?"
He didn't answer, but he still looked hesitant.
"Do you think drug dealers give a shit if I don't sleep?" I asked him. "In fact, it's when I'm most vulnerable that I should know how to defend myself properly."
He glared at me. I think he might have even
growled, and I knew I'd won this one.
But fuck, he let me have it. We faced each other in mirrored stances, and showed me the basics. And little by little, he let fly, tapping my shin and thigh with his foot.
It fucking hurt.
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He was glorious. He was so damn fast… and fit. He barked instructions at me, and I had to admit, it was a bit of a turn-on.
I'd seen how commanding he could be in the
bedroom. I'd seen how he took charge. It was fucking hot.
But the burning sting of his foot connecting with my calf and thigh ruined any chance of this being arousing.
When I knocked on his door at ten that night, he leaned against his door and smiled at me. "How's the leg?"
I walked inside and toed off my shoes. "Sore, but thanks for asking."
He closed the door, leaned against it and his smile twisted into a pout. "I'm sorry."
I walked up to him, right up to him, pushed myself against him and kissed him, hard. He responded in kind, slipping his hand around my neck while his tongue invaded my mouth, and I just melted into him. I just fucking melted.
I couldn't explain it. It was foreign to me. It was a feeling I couldn't describe, being with him. Sure, it was desire and heat, and want and need, push and pull.
But it was something else.
Something I'd never really felt with anyone.
Safe.
I felt safe with him.
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When I was with him, in his arms, kissing him, feeling his hands touch every inch of me, I felt as though I'd found home.
He had me naked on his bed, after he'd made me come, and he was inspecting my leg and thigh where he kickboxed me earlier. He gently rubbed the reddened skin, trailing soft kisses in his wake, and it amazed me how he could be so lethal, yet so gentle.
When he was certain my leg was okay, he made me come again. This time he was inside me, every inch of him, pushing magic buttons to spark fireworks behind my eyes. I came so hard I swore it jellified my bones.
When I could finally open my eyes, he had cleaned us up and had
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Chapter 8
I caught a few hours' sleep at my desk, enough to tide me over, and although I spoke to Kira on the phone, I didn't see him until Wednesday.
Finally getting my head out of paperwork, I kept my usual Wednesday gym appointment. When I walked into that boxing room, thank God no one else was in there, because his smile was blinding.
I could tell he wanted to speak freely, or touch me, but considering where we were, he couldn't. "You look tired," he said quietly as he helped me strap my hands.
"I'm okay," I told him, tracing his fingers with mine.
I spoke so quiet only he could hear, "I'm sorry I haven't been around."
"It's okay," he answered with a smile. But then he tapped my hands and quickly tapped my cheek. "I'll get good payback for sleeping alone."
I laughed. "So every time I have to work late, you're gonna kick my ass in here?"
He grinned. "Something like that." He stood in the middle of the floor, stretched his neck, shook out his arms and bounced on his toes. "Come on, Detective. Give it your best shot."
76
Point of No Return
NR Walker
Just when I thought this was gonna hurt, he actually took it easy on me. We went through the usual one-two jab sequences, but he still habitually lifted his right foot, his kickboxing foot.
I stepped back and dropped my hands. "Teach me kickboxing."
His hands lowered, and he stood up straight.
"Why?"
"I want to learn."
"You're too tired today."
I knew he was taking it easy on me, because I hadn't slept. "Do you think the guys I track down care if I'm tired?"
He didn't answer, but he still looked hesitant.
"Do you think drug dealers give a shit if I don't sleep?" I asked him. "In fact, it's when I'm most vulnerable that I should know how to defend myself properly."
He glared at me. I think he might have even
growled, and I knew I'd won this one.
But fuck, he let me have it. We faced each other in mirrored stances, and showed me the basics. And little by little, he let fly, tapping my shin and thigh with his foot.
It fucking hurt.
77
Point of No Return
NR Walker
He was glorious. He was so damn fast… and fit. He barked instructions at me, and I had to admit, it was a bit of a turn-on.
I'd seen how commanding he could be in the
bedroom. I'd seen how he took charge. It was fucking hot.
But the burning sting of his foot connecting with my calf and thigh ruined any chance of this being arousing.
When I knocked on his door at ten that night, he leaned against his door and smiled at me. "How's the leg?"
I walked inside and toed off my shoes. "Sore, but thanks for asking."
He closed the door, leaned against it and his smile twisted into a pout. "I'm sorry."
I walked up to him, right up to him, pushed myself against him and kissed him, hard. He responded in kind, slipping his hand around my neck while his tongue invaded my mouth, and I just melted into him. I just fucking melted.
I couldn't explain it. It was foreign to me. It was a feeling I couldn't describe, being with him. Sure, it was desire and heat, and want and need, push and pull.
But it was something else.
Something I'd never really felt with anyone.
Safe.
I felt safe with him.
78
Point of No Return
NR Walker
When I was with him, in his arms, kissing him, feeling his hands touch every inch of me, I felt as though I'd found home.
He had me naked on his bed, after he'd made me come, and he was inspecting my leg and thigh where he kickboxed me earlier. He gently rubbed the reddened skin, trailing soft kisses in his wake, and it amazed me how he could be so lethal, yet so gentle.
When he was certain my leg was okay, he made me come again. This time he was inside me, every inch of him, pushing magic buttons to spark fireworks behind my eyes. I came so hard I swore it jellified my bones.
When I could finally open my eyes, he had cleaned us up and had
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