Because of Kian by Sibylla Matilde Read Free Book Online

bench and take a long drink of water. Setting it back on the bench, he scrubbed his hands down his face before he turned back to me.
    Back in teacher mode.
    I felt like an ass.
    Like a complete and utter slut.
    He didn’t want me. It’s a bad sign when a guy totally pretends you didn’t just obviously throw yourself at him like that.
    Back to business, as though I hadn’t done what I ’d just done. My heart pounded as he began to speak. But despite the clinical, instructional words he said, his voice was thick… hot .
    He was far from unaffected after all.
    “Let’s work on a leg sweep. The first thing is to make sure your attacker is in the best position for it to be effective.”
    Kian took a few steps towards me and patted his leg, not looking at me, but rather down as he began to explain. He stepped closer, guiding my body. Every touch of his hands sent tremors through me. In spite of his professional demeanor, I was completely melting inside.
    “Wait until one leg is forwa rd, supporting the bulk of their weight. Make sure their weight is on it, though, because sometimes it can be deceiving. Go in with a punch or a slap or something. This will distract them a bit and force them to block. Then put your foot just inside theirs…” To help demonstrate, his hand slipped along my inner thigh, down by my knee, to pull at my leg. My breath hitched, and for a split second, he froze. After a minute, he cleared his throat and continued on, his voice an octave deeper. “Sweep out and lift their foot off the floor. As they begin to lose balance, their arms will try to regain it and leave their head and torso unprotected.”
    Kian straightened, and pulled his arms back, mimicking someone who was falling. The motion pulled his t-shirt tight across his chest , highlighting the defined muscles underneath. Every fiber of my being wanted to lift the soft fabric and run my fingers up his abs.
    “Then you strike, whatever is closest, but in a way that you don’t have to step closer. Take out his knee with a kick, or his nose with the heel of your hand. Maybe knife-like motion to the neck.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, nudging me back a few steps. “Let’s give it a shot.”
    My mind sped through what he’d just instructed, fighting through the haze of desire that I was swimming in .
    “Okay,” I murmured with a breathy sound .
    “I’ll help guide you a few times until we can get your movements right.”
    Kian took a deep breath and then stepped forward, putting all his weight on one foot like he’d described. I followed his directions, sweeping out with my foot. Three or four times we did this, and every time, my body tingled with his touch. Every second I was close to him, my heart rate increased and my breath caught in my throat.
    “Let’s try it for real this time,” he suggested, and I nodded.
    He reached for me, and I again followed the instruction, lifting his foot. My mind was racing and I was horribly keyed up. Instead of striking, I shoved at him hard without thinking, and Kian’s balance began to go.
    My base instinct was to help steady him, so I reached for him as he fell, firmly grasping his t-shirt. But, seriously, the man was probably twice my body weight, so it only pulled me down on top of him.
    I lay there over him, straddling his waist, breathless with my heart pounding in my chest. He was so close to me, his hand resting on my hip .
    Don’t. Don’t make an ass out of yourself again, Brynn. Getting shot down in such quick succession would do nothing for my self-esteem.
    But then his hand tightened on my ass… almost painfully. The shock of his bruising grip sent me over the edge and, just like that, I kissed him. I simply had to. I couldn’t help it.
    Roughly, suddenly, and full of need, I pressed my lips to his in an effort to convey the level of my sexual frustration . For a second, Kian barely moved, shocked by my forwardness. Then his other hand tangled in my hair, holding my head