“Dramatic much? Since you’re the last one here, by default you’re selected to help me put away the equipment.”
“Mmm-hmm. Give me a day or two to get back to normal.”
“Dalton.”
“But if I die…dyin’ was worth it.”
“Excuse me?”
“Seeing your ass in yoga pants? Definitely worth havin’ this post-yoga paralysis.”
Rory leaned over and thumped him on the chest. She shrieked when Dalton’s hands circled her biceps and he tugged her to the mat, rolling to pin her body beneath his.
“Omigod, you pervert. Get off me.”
He grinned. “Say please.”
“I’m so gonna kick your ass, McKay.”
“Bring it, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got you locked down, yogi.”
She studied him. God. She could get lost in the masculine planes and angles of his face. The man was just too damn good-looking. Her gaze dropped to his full lips. Lips that could be hard and yet soft. Lips that could coax and tease. Full lips that showcased his panty-dropping smile. Lips that were curled into a very cocky smirk. “Were you faking?”
“Nope. My body aches like a motherfucker right now.” He bent to nuzzle her neck. “I wanna taste you, Aurora. Lick the salt off your skin.”
Why was this turning her on?
Then Dalton’s tongue snaked out and swept down the side of her throat. His deep, male groan vibrated right down the center of her. “I’m dying to learn every inch of you with my mouth.”
Rory’s body arched when his lips connected with the skin below her ear.
He murmured, “Want you, need you, have to have you. Goddamn, woman, the way you respond to me is such a f**king turn-on.”
Somehow her brain came back online. “I figured you were turned on with the way your c**k is digging into my belly.”
His lips brushed her temple. “I’ve got a better idea of where I could put my c**k so it’d be out of the way.”
“It’d still be in my way and hard for me to talk since I’m pretty sure you’d like to shove it in my mouth.”
“Mmm-hmm. But that’s not my first choice of where I’d like to put it.” His lips moved down the side of her face, his teeth nipping at her jawline. Her chin. He eased back and looked into her eyes, their mouths a breath apart. “You gonna let me kiss you?”
“Wow. You’re asking? That’s a first.”
“And that right there, smart ass, is why I don’t ask.” Dalton pinned her arms above her head and captured her lips.
No sweet start to this kiss. His mouth assaulted hers with pure hunger. A wet, hot clash of tongues, of gliding lips and shared breath.
So much passion. The kiss would’ve knocked her to her knees if she hadn’t already been lying down. Her body reacted to this man—a blood-pumping, dizzy, wet-between-her-thighs reaction. Just when she’d begun to wonder why they hadn’t stripped, why his mouth wasn’t on her ni**les as his c**k rammed into her, Dalton ripped his mouth from hers.
He buried his face in her neck and a full body shudder rolled through him. Then he sighed—his breath a hot wash on her damp skin. “I want you like f**kin’ air, Aurora, but not here. Not like this.” He placed a soft kiss below her ear and pushed upright.
That show of control was not how the old Dalton would’ve acted. He would’ve sweet-talked her into believing no one would catch them f**king around.
Proof right there that he had changed.
Sad to think she hadn’t changed when it came to him. With his hard body on hers and those intense kisses clouding her brain, she would’ve gladly ditched her clothes and f**ked him right there on the pink yoga mat.
Show some restraint.
Problem was, she didn’t want to.
But somehow she did. She rolled to her feet. “You are dangerous, McKay.”
“Me? Why do you say that?”
“You know why. I don’t care if you’re sore, you will help me return the equipment to storage.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After she’d shoved everything in the closet and locked it, she slipped on her jacket and gloves. “So you think you’ll become a regular at yoga class?”
“We’ll see if I’m alive tomorrow.” He buttoned up his black duster. “Speaking of tomorrow…what are we doin’?”
Rory eyed his ensemble. Black gunslinger duster, neon orange hat with fuzzy earflaps. His bare calves stuck out from beneath the duster and he wore white athletic shoes and black socks. He was a prime example of what not to wear—so why was she thinking that he looked so damn cute?
Because you’re a f**king sap and this man can’t wait to tap you.
“Since when do we spend every evening together?”
Dalton leaned over and kissed her nose. “Since you’n me are a couple.”
Her argument dried on her tongue when she realized he’d said that almost with…pride. “That may be problematic tomorrow night since I’m having supper with Addie and Truman.”
“Great. I’ll come along. I need to clear the air with them anyway.”
“So you don’t think it might, oh, bother my best friend that I’m coupling with the guy who dumped her?”
“Oh, you and me ain’t even started coupling yet.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Of course I do. But you have my promise I wouldn’t hurt Addie again for the world. She never has to know the real reason that I walked out on her was because of you.” He stroked her cheek with a gloved finger. “No one besides us ever needs to know that, Aurora.”
Such a sweet man.
Stop that. Right now. He is not sweet. He’s a manipulative heartbreaker.
Despite the warnings, she found herself saying, “I’ll talk to Addie tonight.” Rory poked him in the chest. “But if she or Truman don’t want you there, you don’t get to whine about it.”
He scowled. “When the f**k do I ever whine?”
“You used to—”
“I used to do a lot of shit that I don’t do anymore. Proving to you I’ve changed, remember?” He poked her chest right back. “If Addie and Truman won’t welcome me into their home I’ll suck it up and act like a big boy. I’ll probably write a poem about hurt feelings, broken friendships and the rocky path to true love.”
Rory’s eyebrows rose. “A poem? Really?”