Come Away with Me
Page 58
“Good morning, baby.”
Leaning my head back, I grin up at him. “I’m making coffee.”
“So I smell. Thank you. Why didn’t you wake me?” He kisses my forehead and takes a deep breath.
“You looked so peaceful, and we’re in no hurry.”
“You unpacked.” I lean my head against his chest, avoiding his gaze.
“Yeah, I can repack if you’d rather I didn’t leave my stuff here.”
He grips my chin in his fingers and tips my head back, brushing my lips with his in a kiss that makes my toes curl.
“I like having your stuff here. Leave it.”
“Okay.” I smile shyly at him. “Let’s get some coffee.”
***
“Are you ready?” I grin at Luke, who’s now dressed in loose, black basketball shorts and a tank top. He looks fantastic.
“As I’ll ever be.” He looks nervous and my heart melts.
“You’ll be fine. Just remember what I said, go at your own pace, and stretch only as far as is comfortable. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I won’t get hurt.”
“Okay.” I know he thinks this is going to be a piece of cake. I have no doubt that he’s in excellent physical condition, but yoga is more physically demanding than most people realize.
I unlock the studio and usher him in.
The glass windows are all frosted so people walking by can’t stop and stare.
There are mirrors covering one whole wall with a barre mounted to it for the afternoon ballet class, and yoga mats rolled up and stacked in a corner. I walk over to the sound system and choose some calming music.
“Okay, let’s grab our mats. Clients will start trickling in soon.”
“How many people usually attend this class?” I can sense his unease about being recognized.
“Only about eight or ten. It’s a small class.”
He nods and we spread out our mats, me in the front of the class by the mirrors, and him in front of me. Clients walk in and grab mats, spread all over the studio. No one even pays any attention to Luke and I see him relax. I smile at him reassuringly and he winks back at me.
“Okay, everyone, let’s get started.”
For the next hour I lead the class through the series of poses, varying my poses to accommodate
both
novice
and
experienced clients. I typically lose myself to the music and the flow of the yoga itself, but I can’t help but be distracted by Luke and his strong body.
He’s more flexible than I gave him credit for and he’s graceful. And watching his toned body move and flex is a delight.
He’s watching me too, with more interest than just to see which pose I’m moving in to. When our eyes meet the heat is unmistakable and I know I’m turning him on as much as he’s turning me on.
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.
Leaning my head back, I grin up at him. “I’m making coffee.”
“So I smell. Thank you. Why didn’t you wake me?” He kisses my forehead and takes a deep breath.
“You looked so peaceful, and we’re in no hurry.”
“You unpacked.” I lean my head against his chest, avoiding his gaze.
“Yeah, I can repack if you’d rather I didn’t leave my stuff here.”
He grips my chin in his fingers and tips my head back, brushing my lips with his in a kiss that makes my toes curl.
“I like having your stuff here. Leave it.”
“Okay.” I smile shyly at him. “Let’s get some coffee.”
***
“Are you ready?” I grin at Luke, who’s now dressed in loose, black basketball shorts and a tank top. He looks fantastic.
“As I’ll ever be.” He looks nervous and my heart melts.
“You’ll be fine. Just remember what I said, go at your own pace, and stretch only as far as is comfortable. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I won’t get hurt.”
“Okay.” I know he thinks this is going to be a piece of cake. I have no doubt that he’s in excellent physical condition, but yoga is more physically demanding than most people realize.
I unlock the studio and usher him in.
The glass windows are all frosted so people walking by can’t stop and stare.
There are mirrors covering one whole wall with a barre mounted to it for the afternoon ballet class, and yoga mats rolled up and stacked in a corner. I walk over to the sound system and choose some calming music.
“Okay, let’s grab our mats. Clients will start trickling in soon.”
“How many people usually attend this class?” I can sense his unease about being recognized.
“Only about eight or ten. It’s a small class.”
He nods and we spread out our mats, me in the front of the class by the mirrors, and him in front of me. Clients walk in and grab mats, spread all over the studio. No one even pays any attention to Luke and I see him relax. I smile at him reassuringly and he winks back at me.
“Okay, everyone, let’s get started.”
For the next hour I lead the class through the series of poses, varying my poses to accommodate
both
novice
and
experienced clients. I typically lose myself to the music and the flow of the yoga itself, but I can’t help but be distracted by Luke and his strong body.
He’s more flexible than I gave him credit for and he’s graceful. And watching his toned body move and flex is a delight.
He’s watching me too, with more interest than just to see which pose I’m moving in to. When our eyes meet the heat is unmistakable and I know I’m turning him on as much as he’s turning me on.
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.
