Aleksei inquired, a devilish gleam in his dark eyes as he stretched his neck backward to allow his eyes to meet hers.
“You’re running out of time,” Jordan hissed, her mood growing surlier by the moment. “Do it or get the hell away from me.”
“My, but aren’t we suddenly cranky. Forget your coffee today?” Aleksei teased, grasping her hips securely and easily lifting her upward.
Jordan gasped in surprise at her sudden loss of balance and grasped the hands holding her hips. “I wasn’t ready,” she complained.
“You’re the one who told me to hurry. It’s not my fault you weren’t prepared,” he stated nonchalantly. “Arch your back, your balance is too far forward,” he suggested, watching their form in the mirror on his left.
Jordan immediately did as instructed lifting her chin upward and arching slightly, her legs crossed tightly at the ankles, her arms beautifully spread.
“That’s it,” Aleksei said, approving of the beautiful lines her petite figure made. “Now if we can get it on the ice.”
“We’ll see soon enough,” Jordan stated, glancing at their reflection in the mirror.
“Ready for motion?” Aleksei asked, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
Jordan nodded and maintained her position as he easily lowered her until their bodies nearly touched, her breasts perilously close to his face, then reversed his movement and pushed her into the air. Jordan watched their movements in the mirror, her mouth suddenly going dry and her breath catching.
Aleksei watched their movement also.
As clear and bright as the blue of a summer sky, his thoughts played as clearly in his mind as if he were watching a movie. His eyes darkened as he felt the warmth of her beneath his hands and became aware he had only to turn his head slightly and her breasts would brush his lips. The sudden rush of heat at the thought of such a thing baffled him and he pushed her upward faster than planned, his hands losing their firm hold on her. With a small shriek, Jordan lost her position, arms flailing wildly the short distance to fall solidly on Aleksei. His own breath whooshed out of him as their hips met squarely, her legs coming to rest between his spread legs, her soft breasts melting against the heat and strength of Aleksei’s chest. Jordan’s forehead fell forward into the curve of Aleksei’s neck, the soft material of his T-shirt caressing her cheek. His intoxicating fragrance, slightly spicy and all male, made her close her eyes to fight the dizzying sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.
Aleksei fared no better. Her softness melted against him. The sudden thought that she didn’t look this soft crossed his mind and he smiled as he remembered comments from friends about her being nothing more than a piece of wood, hardwood at that! A lot they knew. It was all he could do not to grab her sweetly rounded butt and grind his hips against her own. That would certainly add another dimension to their barely restrained civility. Here he’d been hoping they could find a middle ground on which to build a working relationship and suddenly the thought of ripping her tight little leotard off her was uppermost in his mind. Definitely time to hit the showers.
“Are you okay?” he finally managed to gasp out, shaking his head to clear the disturbing path his thoughts lead him, his breathlessness betraying his deeply intoned question.
Jordan answered with a small nod, her eyes wide, afraid to speak let alone move. She didn’t even want to address the feeling of rightness as she lay sprawled full length, or at least all she could reach of him, her blood raging through her veins even as she tried to steady her erratic breathing and thundering heartbeat.
“You’re sure?” he asked again, closing his eyes as she moved her cheek against his shoulder, her hair brushing his face, the remnants of the soft fragrance she wore teasing his senses.
Again she nodded. But
“You’re running out of time,” Jordan hissed, her mood growing surlier by the moment. “Do it or get the hell away from me.”
“My, but aren’t we suddenly cranky. Forget your coffee today?” Aleksei teased, grasping her hips securely and easily lifting her upward.
Jordan gasped in surprise at her sudden loss of balance and grasped the hands holding her hips. “I wasn’t ready,” she complained.
“You’re the one who told me to hurry. It’s not my fault you weren’t prepared,” he stated nonchalantly. “Arch your back, your balance is too far forward,” he suggested, watching their form in the mirror on his left.
Jordan immediately did as instructed lifting her chin upward and arching slightly, her legs crossed tightly at the ankles, her arms beautifully spread.
“That’s it,” Aleksei said, approving of the beautiful lines her petite figure made. “Now if we can get it on the ice.”
“We’ll see soon enough,” Jordan stated, glancing at their reflection in the mirror.
“Ready for motion?” Aleksei asked, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
Jordan nodded and maintained her position as he easily lowered her until their bodies nearly touched, her breasts perilously close to his face, then reversed his movement and pushed her into the air. Jordan watched their movements in the mirror, her mouth suddenly going dry and her breath catching.
Aleksei watched their movement also.
As clear and bright as the blue of a summer sky, his thoughts played as clearly in his mind as if he were watching a movie. His eyes darkened as he felt the warmth of her beneath his hands and became aware he had only to turn his head slightly and her breasts would brush his lips. The sudden rush of heat at the thought of such a thing baffled him and he pushed her upward faster than planned, his hands losing their firm hold on her. With a small shriek, Jordan lost her position, arms flailing wildly the short distance to fall solidly on Aleksei. His own breath whooshed out of him as their hips met squarely, her legs coming to rest between his spread legs, her soft breasts melting against the heat and strength of Aleksei’s chest. Jordan’s forehead fell forward into the curve of Aleksei’s neck, the soft material of his T-shirt caressing her cheek. His intoxicating fragrance, slightly spicy and all male, made her close her eyes to fight the dizzying sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.
Aleksei fared no better. Her softness melted against him. The sudden thought that she didn’t look this soft crossed his mind and he smiled as he remembered comments from friends about her being nothing more than a piece of wood, hardwood at that! A lot they knew. It was all he could do not to grab her sweetly rounded butt and grind his hips against her own. That would certainly add another dimension to their barely restrained civility. Here he’d been hoping they could find a middle ground on which to build a working relationship and suddenly the thought of ripping her tight little leotard off her was uppermost in his mind. Definitely time to hit the showers.
“Are you okay?” he finally managed to gasp out, shaking his head to clear the disturbing path his thoughts lead him, his breathlessness betraying his deeply intoned question.
Jordan answered with a small nod, her eyes wide, afraid to speak let alone move. She didn’t even want to address the feeling of rightness as she lay sprawled full length, or at least all she could reach of him, her blood raging through her veins even as she tried to steady her erratic breathing and thundering heartbeat.
“You’re sure?” he asked again, closing his eyes as she moved her cheek against his shoulder, her hair brushing his face, the remnants of the soft fragrance she wore teasing his senses.
Again she nodded. But
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