Kiss of Fire (St. James Family)

by Parker, Lavender

  “This is merely hobby for me.” He punctuated the statement with another hit to her side. Gennifer felt the pain explode there, but the adrenaline wouldn't let her stop. She would definitely be sore tomorrow.

  “Me too,” she said, going for his face. She got in a few good hits before he threw his arms around her, hugging her to his chest.

  “You live close to here?” he rasped into her ear. She could feel his heartbeat against her, his pulse racing. She took a deep breath. He smelled like sweat, and man, and a hint of cologne.

  “None of your business,” she bit out, bringing a knee up to land a blow beneath his ribs. When his arms loosened around her, she ducked out of his grasp. He chuckled, circling her, lifting his sweaty tank top over his head and tossing it out of the ring. She blinked. His chest was a work of art, perfectly formed. His shorts hung low, revealing the deep V of his pelvis below his six pack. She licked her lips, unconsciously, and winced. Her lip was already swollen. She was going to look like shit tomorrow.

  “If I win, you owe me a drink.” He moved in, and she dodged a blow.

  “I don't owe you anything.” She jabbed, and connected with his abs.

  “No, you are right. I kick your ass, I owe you a drink.” He swung quick, hitting her twice in the gut. She doubled over, forcing breath back into her lungs. He moved toward her again, and she lunged at him, missing him. He grabbed her before she lost her footing and clinched her tight against him. She wrenched an arm free and went for his ribs, landing a blow on his right side.

  “No drinks. No nothing,” she bit out. He laughed through his grimace. She hit him again for good measure, wanting to wipe that smile off his face for good. In a fast movement, he crossed her arms against her back, pinning them behind her. They both were breathing hard, their chests pressed together. And then she became aware of his hard erection, pressing against her thigh. She felt her pussy clench, involuntarily.

  “You are right. No drinks.” He dropped his eyes to her cleavage, straining in the bright blue sports bra. “What about fucking?” he said, casually, his low voice sending a wave of arousal through her. She brought her head forward quickly and butted him in the forehead. Stars burst behind her eyelids as their skulls made contact with a satisfying crack. He made an “oof” sound as he was knocked off balance. They landed in a heap on the mat, Gennifer straddling him and his back to the ground. He raised his gloves to his face. And she swept her own glove across her face, trying to ignore the pain there.

  Below her, he was shaking. She tightened her hips, squeezing his hips briefly. “Hey,” she said, slightly concerned. She hadn't hit him that hard, had she? She realized he was laughing a second before he rolled his hips, knocking her off balance and reversing their positions. She grunted as she hit the mat. She heard the ripping of the velcro on his gloves. She opened her eyes in time to see him tossing his gloves across the ring. She took a feeble swing at him and tried to buck her hips to push him off. “Get off of me!” she hissed between gritted teeth. This man was on her last nerve, she decided. He grabbed her arms with his newly free hands and pinned them to the mat above her head. It was then that she realized how helpless she was. And that his hard cock, separated merely by two thin layers of fabric, was resting quite comfortably in between her legs.

  “Gennifer,” he said, eyeing her. “You intrigue me.”

  “I don't give a fuck,” she said, arching her back in her attempt to struggle against his strength. All she ended up doing was rubbing her bare stomach against his muscled abs. Sparks rippled across the surface of her skin. He took in a hiss of air between his teeth. He bucked his hips, his cock straining against the layers of clothes between them. A stream of Russian followed, and he clenched his jaw.

  “I win,” he bit out.

  “I disagree,” she said, with effort.

  “You fouled,” he said, simply, his dark eyes locked on her face.

  “You cheated,” she said, trying to ignore the growing ache between her legs.

  “I know what I want for my victory.” He dipped his head to whisper in her ear. “I want to watch you shower.”

  “What?” She said, anger and something else, something more scary, flaring up in her.

  “You are sweaty. You need a shower. I want to watch.”

  “You're out of your damn mind.” She tried in vain to shove him off again. He chuckled in her ear, his scent engulfing her. He smelled like pure unadulterated man, and her body's reaction was out of her control. It had been two months since her last date, and the man's performance in the bedroom had been yawn-inducing at best. Mikhail, however, looked like he could show her a thing or two. Her eyes wandered down his hard chest and she began to imagine him completely naked in the shower, water running down his body in rivulets. She pictured herself on her knees in front of the Russian, licking the drops off his big cock... she shook her head, trying to clear out the cobwebs.

  “I want to see you wet,” he said. Gennifer let out an involuntary moan, her body reacting without her permission. Her nipples tightened painfully and her mouth went dry. She felt like her brain was filling up with steam. Suddenly, it was too damn hot in the gym. She licked her lips, tasting the salt from the sweat and the iron from the blood. She wondered, vaguely, what his come would taste like. Would it be salty, too? She clenched her legs around his hips again, unable to stop herself.

  “I want to see you dripping,” he said, nuzzling his nose against her neck. “Can I?” Gennifer bit down on her sore lip, forgetting the injury, and winced at the pain. She let out a slight whimper, and she felt the muscles in his arms tighten. He pushed up and off of her. She furrowed her brow, immediately missing his weight.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked. She shook her head, her pride not letting her admit that her face and ribs throbbed. And her traitorous pussy, of course. She made no move to get up. She lay flat on her back on the mat, with her arms still raised above her head. She felt boneless all of a sudden, as the adrenaline faded. His dark eyes took her in, and she felt her heart began to beat hard against her chest. Her breathing quickened, her breasts swelling with each breath. She felt naked, as if he could see right through the little bit of clothes she had on.

  “Hey! What the fuck?” A voice called out. Gennifer rolled her head toward the unwelcome noise. It was Hector, jogging down the stairs to the gym floor. “Genny, you alright?”

  “She is fine.” Mikhail answered, standing. He held out his hand for hers, and she took it, letting him haul her to her feet. Hector stood at the edge of the ring, hands on hips.

  “Chill, Hector,” Gennifer said as she stood, immediately putting distance between her and Mikhail. “We were just sparring.” Hector gave her a disapproving older brother look. She stared him down, noticing how attractive he was for the millionth time. Dimples when he smiled, mischievous-but-kind brown eyes, a body to die for, and perfect teeth (thanks to her), Hector was the whole package. Too bad he always treated her like a little sister he needed to protect.

  “I'm going to put a sign on that ring. No girls allowed,” Hector said.

  “Try it and see what happens,” Gennifer said, unfastening her gloves.

  ***

  About the Author

  Lavender Parker has been reading romance novels since the ripe age of 10. Having grown tired of the predictable and often white-washed mainstream romance novels available, she decided to try her hand at writing the kind of stories she wanted to read. Lavender 's hot heroes and heroines come in all shades and all ethnicities! She recently completed her first novel in the St. James Family series, Kiss of Ice.

  Lavender currently lives with her long-term boyfriend and slightly neurotic dog in the colorful New York City borough of Queens. When on break from her day job in reality television, she also likes to write screenplays and produce low-budget films.

  Contact Lavender Parker:

  twitter: @lavender_parker

  email: parker.lavender@gmail.com

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