I can’t wait to get him alone.
I’m in the downward dog pose and I turn to look out over the class, and see that Luke’s gaze is on my ass.
I smirk.
Finally, class is over and I’m so turned on I can hardly see straight. The clients all wave goodbye and shuffle out to get on with their day and finally Luke and I are left alone. He walks over to the door and flips the lock and my heart does a big ol’ flip in my chest.
“Is there another class in here this morning?” he asks.
“No, not until this afternoon,” I respond.
“Good.”
“What did you think?” I ask.
“I think,” he begins as he walks slowly toward me, “that you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
His eyes narrow and his face is serious as he stalks over to me.
“Oh.” I try to gather my wits. “So, I take it you liked it?”
“I had no idea you could move that gorgeous little body of yours like that.”
“I’ve been doing this for a long time.”
“Yeah, I see.” He’s finally standing less than a foot away from me and I reach up to run my hand down his face.
“I’m glad you were here. It was a pleasure to watch you move.”
He smiles, delighted with me, and cups my hand in his own, leaning into my touch and closing his eyes for just a few moments. He opens those baby blues and they are now on fire.
Holy hell, I love it when he looks at me like that.
He backs me up against the mirror and clasps my face in his hands, kissing me as if his life depends on it. I grip onto his hips with my hands and give myself over to his kiss, pouring all my frustration from the past hour into it.
“I want you,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I’ve wanted you for the past hour.
I’m surprised I was able to speak during class.” He smiles against my lips.
“Let’s take these off, shall we?” He pulls my tank and sports bra over my head and throws them on the ground then makes quick work of my pants and underwear. I repay the favor, divesting him of his black workout clothes and he spins me around to face the mirror.
“Put your hands on the bar, baby.”
I gladly comply. He kisses my shoulder and wraps his arms around my front, cupping my breasts in his hands and worrying the sensitive nipples with his fingers. Watching our reflection in the mirror sends electricity straight to my groin. His large bronze hands span across my chest, cupping my white breasts. His lips are on my shoulder, his eyes closed, and the look on his face is primal and needy and oh my.
“Ah!” I lean my head back against his chest, pushing my breasts into his hands.
“You made me crazy watching you in all those poses, baby. I don’t know how I managed to control my hard on.”
I gasp and smile at him in the mirror.
He glides a hand down my side, tracing my tattoo, over my hip, across my buttock and finds my center.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so ready for me.”
His lips are on my neck, nibbling, sending shivers down my spine.
Suddenly, he pulls back on my hips so I’m bent over, bracing my hands on the bar, and he smacks my ass hard before slamming his cock into me.
“Oh, God!” He grips my hair in one hand and my hip in the other and pushes into me, faster and faster, harder and harder, his stormy eyes on mine in the mirror.
Fuck, it feels so good! I push back on him and feel the orgasm rip through me, fast, hard and I explode around him.
He thrusts twice more and shudders in his own release.
***
As we leave the yoga studio, I get a text from Jules.
Birthday dinner at the folks’
tomorrow night? Bring Luke.
I frown. How do I bring this up?
“What’s wrong?” He ushers me into his car and leans in to kiss me before getting behind the wheel.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
He raises an eyebrow at me and I squirm.
“Talk to me, baby.”
“Jules’ parents have invited us over to their place for dinner tomorrow night.”
“Oh? What’s the occasion?” He starts the car and pulls out of the lot toward his house.
“My birthday,” I whisper and bite my lip.
“What?” He glances over at me, his eyes wide, then back to the road ahead.
“Well, it’s not really until Saturday, but they want to do a birthday dinner tomorrow night.” I twist my fingers in my lap and gaze down. This is uncomfortable.
“Are you close to her family?”
“Yeah, they pretty much adopted me after my folks passed.” This is much easier to talk about. “Her parents are great. She has four older brothers. The oldest, Isaac, and his wife just had a baby. I haven’t met her yet.”
“So it’ll be a family thing.” Oh, what is he thinking? He doesn’t look mad, but he doesn’t look pleased.
“Yes. Will you go with me?”
“Of course. Sounds fun. But when were you going to tell me your birthday is this weekend?”
Oh.
I shrug and look out the window. “I hadn’t really thought about it, honestly. I don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“Maybe I want to make a big deal out of it.” His voice is deceptively soft.
“Don’t be mad,” I whisper. “It would make me feel stupid to say, ‘So, let’s go to yoga, and by the way, my birthday is Saturday.’”.
“No, that would have been helpful.”
He pulls up to my house, dropping me off so I can work. He grabs Jules’ dress and my shoes out of the back and we go inside.
“So, I guess we’re going to the dinner tomorrow night?”
“Yeah we are.” He hugs me tight.
“Thank you. Do you have much work today?” I ask, trying to distract him.
“Yeah, some. You?”
“I have two sessions, and I have to take Jules’ dress to the cleaners.”
He frowns deeply. “Jules’ dress?”
Crap.
“Yeah, she lent it to me.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t have any formal wear.” I shrug. “It’s no big deal.”
“I don’t want you to have to borrow clothes.” He narrows his eyes and plants his hands on his hips.