I hope he likes black on me as much as he likes it on himself. Feeling stupid, I let out a long breath, zip the hoodie back up, and head to class.
When I arrive, it’s completely full except for the single hanging yoga hammock in the front. Nick is holding the silks, eyes to the door.
Breathe. He’s just a man.
Who am I kidding? Nick is not just a man. He’s an insanely sexy one. A man I’ve not stopped thinking about since I met him. A man I’m going on a date with after class tonight. What have I gotten myself into? He is far out of my league, yet he wants to take me out. I don’t get it.
Nick holds out the hammock for me as I make my way to the front.
“Thought you might bail.” He smiles rather shyly.
I firm my chin and force myself to hold his gaze. “No. I want this.” Correction. I want you, but I keep that bit to myself.
“Me too. You ready to be taken on an aerial journey?” He rubs his hands together.
“Yeah.”
“Good. Let me take you there.” Innuendo is thick in his choice of words as he turns and addresses the entire class. “We’re starting standing tonight. I want you to get settled with the silks low at your back, your legs stretched out in front of you. I’m feeling good tonight…” His gaze catches mine, and he winks.
My heart pounds out of my chest, and my temperature rises. Before I get situated, I unzip my hoodie and let it fall to the floor near my mat. I turn around, press the silks into my lower back, and stretch out as the rest of the class has.
When I look back at the front, Nick is staring at me. His eyes bounce from my face to my chest, to my bare abdomen, and down to my painted toes and back up. His jaw firms, and a muscle in his cheek ticks while his eyes run over me like a brand. Nick ups the ante when he yanks up his black T-shirt and tugs it over his head, giving me a front-row seat to the hot male yogi show.
Again, my temperature spikes, heat nipping at my flesh in places I’d rather not think about for fear I might spontaneously combust. I lick my lips and run my hands up and down the silks above my head, imagining they are Nick’s muscled arms.
One of his eyebrows rises, and he grins. The bastard knows what he’s doing to me. It’s probably why he chose to put me up front. So he could watch my every reaction to him and his ridiculously beautiful body.
What Nick doesn’t know is that I’m a professional at not displaying my feelings. I’ll just blank out my emotions and focus on the yoga movements, not on the insanely attractive man on display.
The only way to play his game is to ignore him.
“Never let them see you sweat, Honor.”
It’s what Hannon used to say, and I call up on that sage advice now.
It works through most of the class…until it doesn’t for Nick.
Chapter Nine
Beyond all other chakras, Throat Chakra couples are most likely to experience love at first sight. It’s not uncommon for this chakra couple to know within moments of meeting that they are meant to be together.
NICHOLAS
The second Honor’s zip-up sweatshirt comes off and I see her large breasts encased in black, stringy spandex, my dick punches at the front of my loose pants. I have to bite the inside of my cheek—hard—in order to hold back the wood that’s dying to spring to attention.
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
Nothing but pearly white skin and a flawless form greet my vision. Everything around her disappears, fades out, until I see nothing but her beautiful body. Honor’s white-blond hair curls enticingly around her face, making me wish I was closer and could push it behind her ear and kiss her silly. Her lips are a glossy pink that I want so badly to taste, I can feel the ache deep in my chest.
This damn woman.
Everything about her sets my soul aflame, and I’ve barely scratched the surface of getting to know her. One thing I do know is tonight, it’s going to be hard as hell for me to finish up the evening with just a kiss and a request for a second date. I’m going to have to put myself in serious check or somehow take the edge off first.
Gritting my teeth, I watch her shimmy her delectable body into the hammock and lean back, matching the class. This position is no better on my little—quickly becoming big—problem. Her chest lifts up toward the ceiling, and she runs her arms up and down the silks. This move has the adverse effect of me envisioning her running those same small hands up and down the length of my cock. Preferably not now but when we were alone. The location be damned. If it were just the two of us in this room, I’d sit her ass in the silks and take her hard and long until she begged for me to stop or roared in pleasure. Whichever happened first.
I cross my arms low, holding my wrist with one hand, ensuring the rest of the class doesn’t see my desire for the blond goddess before me. What I need is to get a handle on my body’s reaction to
