Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series) (5 page)

She stepped forward to shake his hand, already knowing he was going to make a move. Just as he was about to shake, she forced the heel of her own hand up to connect with his jaw then kicked out his legs.  He landed flat on his back with a grunt and she quickly fell on him pinning his shoulders while he was still momentarily out of it.

“One for me,” she said with her hands on his shoulders.  They were broad, muscular and beautiful.  While she was distracted glancing at them, he rolled their bodies quickly and grappled with her trying to hook his arm under one of her knees to pull it up to her shoulder.  She was able to disengage but soon she was pinned on her back with her wrists securely shackled once again in his hands above her head.  With him tucked intimately in the notch between her legs. 
Again
.

“And that’s two for me.” 

Not for long, she thought. 

He wa
s so close to her, a mere few inches from her face.  All she’d have to do to taste his lips was reach up and connect hers to his. 

She tried the same move from earlier and twisted her hips under him, but she couldn’t dislodge herself from his grip.  He had anticipated it and was
on
her, completely surrounding every part of her, his knees high up under her thighs nailing her to the mat with his chest nearly on top of hers.

She could feel his arousal and looked up at him, only to be met by his gaze already clouded with desire.

“If you keep letting me get you into this position,” he tsked, “I’m gonna think you’re trying to tell me something.”  His voice was a sensual whisper, his hair creating a lazy wave on his forehead and his stubble only adding to his blatant sexuality.

She gave him a sultry stare and he returned it with a surprised eyebrow raise.  While maintaining eye contact she licked at her lips and began grinding her hips up into his, lifting her knees back as far as she could and moving her up his body.

It felt incredible, her every nerve ending screaming.  The friction of his stomach and chest muscles against her clit with only the separation of her Yoga pants and his sweats made her want to moan. 

Using her honed flexibility, she dragged her pelvic bone up the length of his torso while her feet skimmed up his sides, creeping higher and higher toward his shoulders.  She almost groaned aloud but she had a mission to accomplish and she was determined to see it through. 

“
Fuck,
” he hissed, his eyes glazing over while obviously feeling the sparks she was igniting.  Just as he was leaning down to claim her mouth, she hooked her toes into his armpits and thrust him off of her.  Then quickly grasping his upper arms with her legs, she rolled him onto his back while he was still on knees.  Her legs clamped securely around his upper arms and his hips bucked up as he landed with a grunt.  She had him pinned.

“Two for me.  Game point.”

Although his upper arms were clamped to his sides beneath her legs, his lower arms were free and reached up to grab at her ass.  She stunned him by cuffing his ears and disentangled herself from him, jumping to her feet.

He sprang up after her, shaking his head from the hit.  “You’re a demon, you know that?”

She smiled at him.  “Cry baby.”

He lunged and she deflected with a series of kicks.

They both circled each other, trying to figure out their next moves.

“You know, Counselor,” he began, trying to gain his breath.  He made an obvious show of looking at her breasts.  “It looks like it might be a bit chilly in here for you.  Do you want me to adjust the air conditioning so it’s more comfortab –”

She didn’t allow him to finish his thought and began another series of arm jabs and kicks but he gave as good as he got, deflecting them all.

“Judo or Tae Kwon Do?”  She recognized some of his moves and tactics and figured he’d done one or the other in his life. 

“A little of both back in the day.”

They were both getting winded and Emily knew it was time to end this thing.  He was big, he was strong, and she knew if she fought him in earnest she would eventually and unintentionally hurt him. She needed a move that would land him on his ass.

Hmm.  What to do, what to do.  A glimmer of victory lit up her eyes as the light bulb finally went off and Emily readied herself for the delivery of her piece de resistance.

“Come on, Detective.  You keep telling me how much you want your hands on me.  This is your opportunity.  What are ya gonna do?”  She taunted him with her most sultry voice, licking at the corner of her mouth.  If she got him thinking of sex, she could distract him.

Because let’s face it, he was but a man and a sexual one at that.  She just needed him to approach her, get him a little closer.

His jaw clenched followed by a smirk.  “I’m not falling for it, GC.”

“Falling for what?” 
And what the hell is GC?

He looked at her innocently and shrugged.  “Falling for your seductive act.  Though you’re very good at it.”

No you’re not
.  God, was she making a fool of herself here? 

“Who says it’s an act?”  She punctuated her words by putting her arms up, acting as if she was working out a kink.  Then she skimmed her hands down the sides of her breasts landing her hands on her hips, making sure her breasts were thrust out slightly all while acting as if she was stretching.  She stood there, waiting.  She couldn’t believe she was doing this.  But when trying to defeat a playboy, one had to pull out all of the stops and swallow one’s pride.

His eyes ran the length of her, which wasn’t very far considering her petite form.  When his gaze reached hers, his eyes were practically shooting sparks, glittering with intent.

“Don’t tease me, GC,” he warned.  “I don’t know that you’ll be ready for the outcome if you do.”

“Come on, Detective.  Make your move,” she taunted.  Her mind was racing to try to figure out what GC meant.  Not to mention the fact that she was so incredibly turned on that her nipples were completely reaching out to him and her body was thrumming with sexual tension.  She needed to work it out of her system.  And the way she always did it was through kicking some ass.

So come on, Detective.  Make your move already.
  She began to bounce on her toes, working out some of the energy and shaking out her arms.

“I know what move I wanna make, GC.”  He stalked slowly toward her.  “Are you sure you’re ready for it?”

What the fuck did GC mean?
As he moved forward, she readied herself.  The best defense was a good offense so as he got closer she kicked at him, then kicked at him again until she ended up behind him with enough time to kick out the backs of his knees.  He stumbled slightly, but maintained his balance turning to place a kick to her side. 

She grunted and a moment of concern flashed on his face.  She growled and went at him with moves that backed him up several feet on the mat.  Finally when she got close enough to deliver her last move, she slammed her hand into the side of his neck stunning him and then did a forceful turn while grabbing around his neck and throwing him to the ground.

Once he hit the floor, she was on him, pinning him to the mat.

The adrenaline was pumping like mad at this point and they were both breathing heavily. 

“I win,” she said with a grin in between her gulps for air.

Although she was the one doing the pinning, she was questioning whether she had indeed won.  His eyes were locked with hers and his stare pinned her even though she was the one on top.

“Yes, you certainly did,” he murmured, also trying to control his breathing.  “Congratulations.”  

She was currently straddling him with her hands on his shoulders.  Slowly, as if not wanting to spook her, his hands came up to rest on the sides of her hips.  His fingers began to create slow circles. 

She needed to get up, but couldn’t seem to break from his gaze or the feelings he was stirring up with his hands.

The heat was kicking off of him and the realization that he was laying beneath her and between her legs settled into her psyche.  She struggled to get up, but he stilled her with his hands on her waist, keeping her where she was.

She wanted to grind into him.  She only needed three or four hip rolls to bring herself to a sweet finish, she was that close.  Seeing his chest and having her hands on his body was doing all sorts of things to her insides.

“Detective,” she began to say.

“Just let me enjoy this, okay?  I don’t know when you’re ever gonna let me touch you again.”  With ease, he completely took her by surprise and rolled them so he was on top.  He gave her a sweet and innocent smirk that told her he had her just where he wanted her.  She struggled and grappled with his hands, squirming to get away. 

“Don’t fight me right now, Em.  I’m beggin’ you.”

And he was.  His voice sounded like he was in pain and he was bouncing his sexy brown eyes between her gaze and her lips.  The warmth of his body heat made her want to crawl into him and snuggle.  That along with the smell of his clean sweat and his very hard erection rubbing into her caused the sound of a small hitch in her breathing to come out of her mouth. 

“I don’t know what it is about you, GC, but I can’t seem to get you out of my head.  And I don’t think I like it very much.” His brow was furrowed as he whispered the confession. 

Don’t let him get inside
your
head.  You’re not the kind of woman he wants.  You’re not the kind of woman
any
man wants.
Don’t be an idiot here.
 

“I don’t want you to be thinking about me either, Detective.  So unless you want me to hurt you, I’d suggest letting me up.”

“Come on.  Aren’t you a little curious?” he murmured.  “Don’t you want to see how it would be?  It would be explosive.  You feel it just like me.”

She starting shaking her head ‘no’ before he was even finished talking.  He kept looking at her and she eventually squeezed her eyes shut.  “Stop calling me GC unless you plan on telling me what the hell it means.  And the only thing I feel is a big lug on top of me who can’t seem to control his dick around a woman.”

He paused.  “Ooh.  Say ‘dick’ again.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes.  He was such a guy.

He chuckled.  “And that’s not true.  I can control my dick around any woman.  Except for this one sweet little thing who always gets my juices flowin’.”  He reached his hands up to cup her face.  “Gorgeous Counselor.”

It took her a second to realize he was telling her what ‘GC’ meant.  She groaned, “You’re such a dork.”  He knew that she would hate that nickname.

“You’re always dressed to kill, so feminine and powerful…hotter than hell when you throw me around on a mat.  A smart, sexy, sassy woman; a perfect cocktail for a very…potent…aphrodisiac,” he said, punctuating those last three words with a roll of his hips. “GC works better than ‘Gorgeous Counselor’, don’t you think?  Otherwise it’s too many syllables.”

She stared at him, momentarily ensnared by his words, his look, and his gloriously proud member pressing into its counterpoint on her body.

“Are you scared of me, Em?” he whispered. 

It was that last question that put her over the edge and she pushed his chest off of her.  “Get off me.  You fuckin’ weigh a ton,” she grumbled, avoiding his eyes. 

He let her up but stayed seated on the mat watching her.  Nonplussed by her words, he apparently decided to give her a reprieve.

“So, you have me for an hour.  What are you gonna do with me?” he grinned with a twinkle in his eye, looking like he was mentally rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

She put her hands on her hips, trying not to let his previously spoken words latch into her brain.  Setting her plan in motion, a small smile played on her lips.

“Why am I the one who’s afraid right now?”  His tone was dry.

“What’s your work schedule for the rest of the day?”

He cocked his head.  “I’m off.  I only came in for you.”  His eyes glittered.  “Why?  Did you want me for more than an hour, Counselor?”

“At one o’clock today I want you to meet me at the corner of West 61
st
and Amsterdam.”   He looked like he was trying to figure out what the location was.  She looked at her wristwatch and turned toward the girls’ locker room.  “That means you have 60 minutes to get ready,” she called over her shoulder.  Then she looked back to give him a cute smile and said, “And Detective?  Wear more clothes this time.”

With that, she entered the locker room.

……

At five to one, Emily waited outside the West Side Academy for Detective Michael
Callahan and thought through how the next hour might unfold. 

While growing up, Emily had spent most of her adolescent years hatching the very idea which had her waiting for the detective outside the impressive private high school on the West Side of Manhattan. 

Emily’s mind drifted back many years to when she and her best friend Taylor Hartwell were freshmen in high school.  Taylor had been date raped by one of the football players at their school in the fall of that year.  Since that life changing experience, Emily was passionately determined to work toward stopping abuse against women.
The fact that she ended up in a relationship with an asshole of a man in law school always surprised her.  He may not have abused her physically, but mentally he used her as a punching bag.  She blamed herself for not leaving earlier and still wondered why she’d stayed for so long.  It had almost been out of habit after a while.  But the fact that she’d learned about self-respect from her family and Krav Maga, she knew she had to take a portion of the blame for their failed relationship given that she didn’t work very hard to fix it.  In her opinion though, his shitty attitude toward women certainly made up the brunt of the dysfunction.