“Okay, I’m going to reach across my chest with my left hand and grab your arm while I bend slightly to bring you up and give myself an advantage. Then I’m going to reach back with my right hand and grip the back or your head or neck, whatever I can reach and use it to keep you from getting away and to send you flying,” he said as he slowly did each move. “Now remember, I’m going to drop to my knee and use the momentum of the move to flip you.”

When he came to the point where he flipped her she squealed excitedly as she soared through the air. He made sure she landed on the mattress, with his father or Joshua he would have just used the thinly carpeted floor, but this was his little Munchkin so he made damn sure she was safe.

“My turn!” she said, bouncing off the bed and looking so damn eager that he couldn’t help but smile. He noticed that he did that a lot when she was around, more recently.

“Try not to hurt me,” he teased as he moved back to give her space.

She stuck out her tongue at him playfully as she stepped in front of him. This was the tenth attempt to toss him over his shoulder and even though she hadn’t managed to do more than yank on him so far, he was still proud of her. She wasn’t giving up, whining or complaining. She was full of energy and enjoying herself.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she said, stepping back against him.

He put one arm around her neck and gripped her hip with his other hand, bringing her tightly against him.

If she noticed his erection she didn’t say anything.

Then again she hadn’t said anything or acknowledged it since they started and he truly appreciated it since there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

She placed one hand on his forearm, snuggled back closer.

“That’s it, Munchkin. Use your height to your advantage. You shouldn’t have to drop completely to your knee to-shit!”

He hadn’t really expected her to be able to do more than yank on him. He sure as hell hadn’t expected her to flip him over and slam his ass onto the unforgiving hotel room floor, knocking the air out of his lungs.

“I did it!” Izzy said excitedly as she dropped on top of him, straddling his lap. “Did you see that? I did it!” she said, looking so damn proud of herself.

Her pleased little smile slipped when he could barely nod his head as he struggled to bring air into his lungs.

“Are you okay?” she asked, biting her lip nervously as she cupped his face. “Chris?”

He shook his head, knowing he was a bastard, but couldn’t help it. If he didn’t kiss her within the next thirty seconds he was pretty sure he’d die.

“What’s wrong? Should I call for help?” she asked, leaning over him.

“You left yourself open, Munchkin,” he whispered hoarsely as he bucked his h*ps and threw her off balance and into his arms. He didn’t waste any time in swallowing her surprised little gasp.


For a split second she couldn’t do anything more than lay there as Chris brushed his lips softly against hers.

A kiss was the last thing she’d expected from him, but wanted desperately.

The past hour had been brutal for her. Having him touch and hold her, but not in the way her body was desperate for had been pure torture. Every time he held her in his arms or they got into a position that brought her against that thick erection straining against the front of his pants she’d been forced to ignore it when all she wanted to do was rub against it or run her hand over it.

If he’d still been acting like the ass**le she’d come to hate she could have happily ignored him and focused on learning how to kick ass, but she couldn’t. For the first time in a very long time she’d actually enjoyed being with another person. He was kind, patient, funny and understanding and even when she couldn’t do something he still smiled at her like she did a great job.

This Chris she liked, really liked. This would be the man that broke her heart, but at the moment she didn’t care. She wanted him, needed him and she couldn’t ignore her body’s demands a second longer and she didn’t want to.

She moved her lips against his, loving the way his arms came around her and held her tightly against him as if he was afraid that she’d move away. She wouldn’t. Not now. Not knowing that this Chris could disappear at any time and the Chris that tore at her heart came back. She wanted the man who couldn’t stop smiling to make love to her.

Her lips parted and he wasted no time in taking advantage. His tongue slid into her mouth and she welcomed it, caressed it and suckled it as her fingers slid through his short damp hair. She loved touching him, loved the way his touch set her on fire.

His hands roamed over her back until they settled on her bottom. He squeezed and kneaded her bottom as he pulled her down tightly against the hard bulge in his pants. She moaned into his mouth as he gently rocked against her.

She spread her legs further, greedy for more contact. As his mouth left hers to press kisses along her jaw and neck she ground herself against him, wishing that they weren’t separated by so many layers of clothing. She was so ready for him, wanted him so badly and if she didn’t have him soon she was afraid that she’d actually break down and cry.

But she also wanted to do this right. She wanted to enjoy him, especially since she didn’t know how much longer they’d have together. Taking a deep breath as she fought for control she sat up, moving away from Chris’ very talented mouth.

“What’s wrong, Munchkin?” he asked, licking his lips as he sat up to follow her, but she was already moving off his lap, trembling hard from the effort it took to separate herself from him. She really hoped her body didn’t act like this when they were apart. She wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Could she do this? Give into her overwhelming desire to be with him again? To trust him not to hurt her like he did before? Looking down at his beautiful green eyes that were shimmering with warmth and desire she decided that it was worth the risk. Besides if he hurt her after this she could always try a “ball shot” on him.

Locking eyes with him, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it off and over her head, loving the way Chris followed her every move with hungry eyes. When she reached for the front clasp of her bra he was suddenly on his feet, kissing her again as he worked on her jeans with shaky hands.

He shoved her pants down along with her panties, leaving her completely naked. Together they worked his pants down and when his erection was freed she pressed herself tightly against Chris.

Tags: R.L. Mathewson Pyte/Sentinel Fantasy
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