Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series) (45 page)

After about 15 minutes, Mike walked over when they were breaking and before Emily could say a word, he nearly stripped her with his eyes.  The heat was palpable as he plac
ed his hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a teasing kiss.  Jose chuckled.

“Should I just leave you two at it?  The next class won’t start for another ten minutes.  You may be able to get in a quickie.”

Emily gave Jose a dirty look, but her body was snapping with sexual energy.  She couldn’t wait until Mike was healed.  He looked absolutely edible in his black sweats and gray tight t-shirt showing off his lean muscular build.  She wanted to lick him all over.

“Nah.  We’ll need a lot longer than ten minutes,” Mike joked, pulling Emily in for another kiss.  This time she pushed him away playfully. Carefully of course.

“Well, you’ll need more than ten minutes if you’re doing it with that injury.  Make sure you go easy on ’im, Em,” Jose joked.  She wasn’t sure if he was referring to the sex or the sparring.  Apparently Jose had asked why Mike wasn’t doing anything and he shared what had happened.

“I could take her,” Mike said confidently.

“Ooh, those are fightin’ words,” Jose teased, further stoking the embers of challenge.

“Testosterone,” she muttered.  “And you’re not getting on the mat tonight, Detective, so don’t even think about it.”

“Just some light sparring, GC.  Come on.  We’ll go slow.  I really do feel okay.  It’s only a little sore.”

She gave him an exasperated look. 

“Come on,” he said, a gleam in his eye.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

He turned to Jose and said, “That means I won.”  He smiled.

“If you feel any twinges, we’re stopping,” she said seriously.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a salute.

She shook her head again with exasperation.  “Come on, then,” she said leading him to a mat.

He rubbed his hands together and licked his chops.  “Gladly,” he said following her.  “How ya feelin’?” he murmured when they were finally on the mat facing each other off.

“So, so.  I’ve got some built up energy that needs to be released.”

“I think I can help with that.”

“Let’s go then, Detective,” she taunted.  “You asked for it.”  She found a stance then bounced on her toes.

His eyes twinkled as he crouched slightly, preparing himself.  She bounced on the balls of her feet two or three times more, then pounced.  He was ready for her, deflecting her kicks and hits and giving back more than she was expecting.  It looked like he was feeling okay but she started to pull back a little just in case.

“Don’t pull back,” he groused at her.

“Light sparring, Detective.”

“You’re a spoilsport,” he whined playfully.

“Mike, I’m serious.  How do you feel?  Really.”

He answered by throwing two consecutive kicks at her.

She deflected and continued along, always conscious of not making him fight too hard, but he was holding his own.  Not wincing, which was a good sign.

A few moments into their set, she said, “It looks like you’re doing okay.  And you got some new moves.”

“I told you I felt good.  ‘I got the moves like Jagger,’ baby.”  He smacked his lips.  “And they’re not new moves.  Now that I’m convinced you can defend yourself better than any man, I’ve decided not to hold back.”

“Oh, so that’s what you’ve been doing all these times on the mat?  You’ve been holding back?”  She landed two kicks in quick succession to the side of his thighs.  “And all this time, I thought you were just
losing
.”

He chuckled and went at her, moving her up the mat with his moves.  She easily flipped, turned and avoided each of his hits.  She laughed out loud, she was having such a good time with him.

She became momentarily distracted by his arm tattoo and he was able to knock her off her feet.

Shit. Pay attention, Emily.

She scrambled immediately to get up, but he was quick, using a wrestling move to keep her on the ground.  His arms were folding her body in half and pinning her shoulders to the mat.

“Who’s losing now, GC?” he said in between breaths.

She kicked out her legs and dislodged herself only for a moment, but it was enough to roll away before he grabbed at her leg again.  Their grunts could be heard throughout the room while the class nearby had finally started.  Emily threw a hand out to stun him across the neck, but he leaned back so she missed.

She growled in frustration and he chuckled, which just pissed her off even more.  She was trying to be aware of his rib while bucking him off slightly so his head leaned forward.  Once it did she was able to land a hit with both hands to the sides of his neck as lightly as she could so she didn’t hurt him, but still stunning him so he released her.

He let out a sound and shook his head, allowing her time during his disorientation to disentangle and get to her feet.

“You okay?” she asked when he finally got up.  “Mike,” she said, worried when he hadn’t answered her immediately.  She huffed, now angry with herself.  “I knew we shouldn’t have done this.”

He waved his hand pushing her comment away.  “You’re a demon with that neck slap thing.  It gets me every time.”

She smiled recalling his nickname for her during their rematch and every time they sparred.

“We can stop if you want,” she said.

He came at her again and they spent the next several minutes working up a sweat until they were both gulping for air.  By this time, they had attracted an audience from the class only a few yards away and everyone was avidly watching them.

Jose yelled over to Emily, “When are you gonna start teaching those classes?”

She smiled.  “We’ll talk.”

“Glad to see you’re feeling okay,” Jose yelled to Mike then he turned back to Emily.  “Bring the giant with you,” Jose said, nodding toward Mike.  “You’d make good partners to show the kids how they can even beat up the big guys.”  Jose smiled and gave Mike a teasing look.

“Hey!  I heard that!” Mike yelled good naturedly and the students in the class laughed.  Then he walked over and hooked his arm around Emily’s neck pulling her in.  “Come on, babe.  Let’s go get some grub.”

They both took quick showers in the locker room and changed into clean sweats, then headed to pick up some food to take back to her place.  He kissed her and played with the damp strands of her hair while waiting for the taxi, while in the taxi, while getting the food… By the time they arrived to her apartment, he put the food down on the kitchen counter then pulled her in for the kiss he’d been wanting to give her since they’d been at the studio.

And she was ready.  She pulled him down further to meet her lips, then wound her arms around his neck. 

“Get up on the counter,” he urged, helping her up.  She hopped up and immediately pulled him in between her legs pressing into him, rubbing her feet up and down his thighs.

“I’ve been missing you,” he murmured in between small nibbles and licks to her mouth.  They obviously hadn’t had sex since before his shooting, and the night before there was no way she was going to touch him that way.  She’d been so scared of him hurting his rib further.

His hand came around her neck and stroked while his other reached around her back drawing her tightly against him.

“I’ve been missing you, too.  How are you feeling?”

He was kissing her neck by this point.  “I feel good enough to take you here and now, I’ll tell ya that much.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, positively.  Oh, and I can’t believe I forgot to tell you this all day,” he picked his head up to look at her then interrupted himself, taking a moment to stare into her eyes.  “Gimme a sec,” he whispered while he looked at her.

She reached up and touched his cheek, enjoying his perusal of her eyes and face. 

“What’s the matter?” she asked, nuzzling his mouth with hers.

“I just like to look at you.  You’re easy on the eyes, Em.”

“Yeah?” she smiled and kissed him.

“Yeah,” he breathed, then kissed her again.

She started laughing.  “What did you forget to tell me?”

“Sorry.  Your eyes always distract me.  They make me think dirty thoughts,” he said, kissing
the tip of her nose.  “The guys decided that we wanted to get together one more time tomorrow with Rene and Mo before meeting with the students next week.”

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Come with me.”  He looked so sexy making that command.

“I would love to come with you.”  She gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Good.  And go to the training with me tomorrow, too.”

She groaned at his joke and rolled her eyes.

He smiled, then without warning he slid his hands down the back of her Yoga pants and scooted them down her ass until her cheeks hit the cool counter.

“Wow,” she whispered, getting excited.  “It looks like someone is hungry.”

He licked his lips, reached back and pulled off her flip flops then pulled her pants and panties down her legs.

She pulled up his shirt and leaned forward to kiss the bandage over his rib.

“Are you sure -?”

He answered by helping her pull his shirt the rest of the way off.  His hands skimmed up her torso and were filled with her breasts. He played with her hardened nipples which poked through her lace bra and tank top, putting one in his mouth then moving to the next, nibbling.  He left wet spots on her shirt. 

She pulled at his hair, pushing into his hips and rubbing herself against his sweatpants while sinking her teeth behind his ear.

He ground into her while he continued touching her nipples over the fabric, scratching lightly with his nails.  The friction was so delicious she could barely focus her eyes.  She sucked his lip into her mouth and bit down.

That seemed to push them both past the point of reason.  He began kissing her voraciously, letting one hand slide behind and under her ass cheek, and finding her wetness there.  He plunged two fingers in and she yelled into his mouth, moving her hips into his fingers.  She reached her hand between his legs and squeezed him, furiously pushing his sweats down to free him into her palm.

They both moaned at the same time, relishing the feel of their hands on each other.

“I missed you so much,” she whispered.

“Me too.  And it’s only been two days,” he whispered back  “How close are you?” he whispered, as he nuzzled and kissed at her ear.

“I’m there.  Seconds away,” she murmured, and rubbed against him, clasping him closer to her. 

“I love making you crazy,” he crooned, and finally moved his hand away to thrust his cock inside her, nailing her to the countertop with his hand cushioning her against the edge.

“You said you’d need longer than ten minutes, Detective,” she gasped out at the intensity of his movement to claim her.  “You disappoint me.”

“Let’s work on that later,” he moaned.

She let out a half laugh, half groan as he hit just the right spot.  She whimpered and pushed against him encouraging him to take her faster and harder. 

“We can’t even make it ten seconds let alone ten minutes.  We’re completely domesticated and can’t hold out anymore, huh?” she laughed on a groan.

“Now that I can get it from the sexiest woman on the planet, I’ve become an impatient man.  I don’t wanna wait.  But after dinner, when the initial edge is off,” he hinted.  He reached down with one of his hands and ran it down her thigh to her knee, lifting it and wrapping it just below his rib.

That final movement had him hitting her sweet spot, but she still eeked out, “Are you sure you feel -?”

Without waiting another second he kissed her to shut her up and by that time she couldn’t wait any longer.

“Mike,” she said on a long moan.

He growled into her mouth and continued pushing into her until he came with her, while they grappled and pulled at each other, her nails digging into his hair and his into her hips.

She groaned loudly, swearing she saw spots before her eyes.  She wanted the incredible feeling to last forever and kept bucking up against him enjoying every second while he watched her and looked into her eyes.  Her incoherent whimpers and sobs finally subsided until all that was left was the pounding of their hearts and their heavy breathing.

He swiped his finger down her nose then kissed the tip of it gently.  “
Now
, we can eat.”

……

Hours later, while cuddled together on her bed watching a rerun of
Gladiator
on cable, she curled into him and kissed his chest, loving the warmth of his body, enjoying the sweetness of his arms around her and the smell that was so…Mike.  She rubbed her cheek against him like a frisky cat.

“What time is the last training tomorrow?” she asked sleepily.

“10:30.  We just wanna finalize our roles, who’s gonna say what, all that stuff.”  His hand made lazy circles on her back.

“Any more news on Vincent Strover’s wife?  You were gonna look up her maiden name and check if she’d ever filed complaints.”