Forbidden Temptations (Tempted Series Book 2) (29 page)

“Footwork is the key in boxing,” he explained in a whisper. Slowly rising to his full height, he moved behind me, positioning my arms correctly. Anthony walked to the bag next to the one I was going to use and began to teach me the different combination punches. I desperately tried to focus but all I could concentrate on was the way his body moved so fluidly and how turned on I was getting. At one point, I lost my stance and crossed one leg over the other to relieve the tension between them. I kept looking away from him because he knew my body better than anyone. He could read me better than anyone, one look at me and he’d know I was ready to combust.

“Jab, cross, upper cut, cross!” He ground out, demonstrating the moves as he spoke of them.

I tried to mimic him, to keep his pace, but I looked ridiculous. My footing was all wrong, and I punched the bag too hard and it spun around in circles from the chain it was suspended from.

“Double jab, cross, step hook to the right,” he barked, his feet light as he swung hard distracting me, confusing my left with my right, I collided with his hard body.

“Shit, you okay?” He asked, turning me around to face him. Sweat dripped from his face making him look so much more rugged. I swallowed, unable to speak and nodded my head.

“More,” I croaked.

“You sure? You look beat,” he stated, brushing away the hair that was sticking to my face from perspiration.

“I said more,” I pulled back my hand and punched his chest urging him to continue.

His gaze traveled to my mouth, so I spoke, dragging out each word.

“Give. Me. More.” His eyes piercing mine. I could see it, the struggle, the desire, the burning. Everything I was feeling he was too, it was comforting to know that a workout regime could make him as crazy as it made me.

I was in my bathroom giving my face one last drag of the razor when I spotted Mikey walk up behind me in the mirror. I rinsed the blade under the water before glancing back up to find him standing still as a statue as he stared at the tattoo that covered my back. I sometimes forgot about the ink that marked my skin and wished I had placed it somewhere more visible. I had designed the tattoo as a reminder of how much I had lost by the foolish decisions I made in my life. The tattoo was more than just that though, when I was away it was a piece of Adrianna on my skin, just a little slice of her I could never lose. I should’ve had the tattoo put over my heart since she forever owned that piece of me.

“Holy shit man!”
His eye lifted from the tattoo and met mine.
“How did I never see that before?”

“I don’t really walk around shirtless for you,” I said purposely. “It’s just a tattoo,” I slowly turn the water off hoping Mikey wasn’t about to ask questions.

“You know…,” he says as he leans against the bathroom door and crosses his arms against his chest. So much for avoiding his questions. “You avoid talking about her any chance you can and I try, being the fantastic friend I am, to cut you some slack because I’ve put it in my head that pretty little Adrianna drove a bulldozer over your heart, but it’s so much more than that isn’t it?”

I didn’t answer him because he was right and I didn’t even know where to begin to explain.

“She wasn’t the one driving the bulldozer was she?” He asked.

“No, she wasn’t,” I replied. I didn’t elaborate that he had hit the nail on the head and used the perfect analogy to describe how everything had fallen apart. I was the one who broke her heart and while I didn’t drive a bulldozer over it, I had been the one driving the car the night of the accident.

“You two suck you know that?” He blurted out, causing me to turn around and face him, raising an eyebrow at his little outburst.

“You want to rephrase that?” I asked.

“No, not really,” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not scared of big, bad, Anthony. You forget I knew you long before you became Gotti in training or whatever the fuck …,” he motioned with his hand towards me. “…you are.” He took a step closer and poked me in the chest with his index finger. “You know back in the day, I put a lot of work into getting the two of you together.”

“You got to date a different girl every weekend. Such a hardship for a teenage boy,” I said pushing his hand away.

“Dude, I had a paper route at the time. The fucking movies were expensive and then half those chicks wanted popcorn! I had to smuggle drinks inside my jacket. Like I said, I put a lot of work into you and Adrianna. Now I don’t know what the fuck happened, which is getting a little ridiculous. I mean I’m home a couple of weeks now and everybody is so hush hush when it comes to Anthony and Adrianna, like you two are secret service agents or some bullshit.”

Mike continued to ramble on as I pushed him out the bathroom door and slammed the door in his face. I had to give him credit though the little fucker was relentless and pounded on the door.

“You’re lucky I have to go meet with Al Capone at his fucking night club but this conversation isn’t over, Anthony!” He shouted against the door. He managed a chuckle out of me when he compared Vic to Al Capone. Mike was still a sarcastic little punk but I was realizing I was happy he was back home. I hope he stayed on the straight and narrow.

I heard the front door close and decided it was safe to come out of the bathroom, to pour myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. I was just about to take the first sip when someone pounded on the door. I grumbled, mumbling a stream of curses under my breath and vowed to get Mike his own apartment as I headed to answer it. I was certain the guy lived to torment my life, probably forgot his keys, he did that at least three times a week.

“What’d you forget this time?” I said as I pulled the door open. I didn’t register that it wasn’t Mike on the other end because a fist came swinging at me. My reflexes were lightning fast, and I ducked just before the little fist collided with my freshly shaved jaw.

“What the fuck was that for?” I growled, backing away out of Adrianna’s reach as she tried to swing at me again.

“That’s for yesterday!” She spoke through gritted teeth, and then whimpered as she reached across herself to hold her shoulder.

I squinted, trying to think about what the fuck I could’ve possibly done to her yesterday that earned me a visit from Mohamad Ali.

She took a step closer, splaying her palms against my bare chest, shoving me once, twice, before I grabbed hold of her wrists.

“All right, tiger what’s going on?” I questioned, holding her at arm’s length as she tried to struggle to free herself from my hold. My dick stirred to life, watching the fire ignite in her eyes as she wrestled with me.

“You could’ve warned me that every single part of my body would hurt me today! I couldn’t even lift Luca, my arms feel like Jell-O, and my legs. Forget it. I should kick you in the balls for living on the second floor and making me have to climb the stairs in my condition!”

I bit my cheek so I wouldn’t laugh but it was hard to hide the smile that creeped across my mouth.

“Oh baby, are you sore, is that what this about?”

“Sore?!” She asked outraged. “My body is broken!”

My eyes dipped, taking her in from head to toe. “Mmm, don’t look broken to me.” I let go of one of her hands and cupped my dick, adjusting the beast through my basketball shorts. Adrianna’s eyes zeroed in on my crotch and her lips parted slightly as she hissed.

I took advantage of her silence and let my eyes wander over her. She was dressed in loose sweat pants, different from the outfit she wore yesterday and she had on a tight fitted zippered hoody. I wanted to tug the zipper down the front of her shirt with my fucking teeth and devour her. If she came here for a fight I’d give her one, as long she was naked and on top of my bed, spread out and ready for it.

I pulled her inside my apartment and kicked the door close before pulling her by the hand towards my bathroom.
     

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked.

“I’m going to make you feel better.”

“I didn’t come here for that.”

“Like hell you didn’t, Reese’s.”

I glanced over my shoulder at her for the first time since I led her away from my front door. “Take your clothes off,” I ordered, before I turned away from her and bent down to twist the knobs on the bath tub and drew her a warm bath. I reached underneath the sink and grabbed a box of Epsom salt to add to the tub. Once the tub was full, I turned around and found her leaning against the bathroom door naked, a gleam in her eye. She padded towards me, her eyes never leaving mine as she dipped one foot into the tub and then the next.

She slowly sank into the tub, wincing as her body folded into it, all aches and pains from her work out yesterday. The water was crystal clear and my eyes couldn’t help but watch as she straightened her legs in the water slowly. She was settled into the tub, as comfortable as she would get, before she lifted her eyes back to mine. Her breasts sitting just above water level.

“Soak in there for about forty minutes,” I said gruffly, her nipples hardening under my stare.

“Don’t leave.” She whispered.

“Five minutes ago you were punching me now you want me to stay?” I asked, as she completely stripped me of my resistance and pulled the clip out of her hair, letting the brown waves fall around her shoulders just shy of covering her tits.

“You make it sound like it’s something new with us,” she questioned cocking her head to the side, pausing for a moment before she softly continued. “No one plays this game better than you and I. I push, you pull, I push a little harder, you give in and then it’s your turn to push and you keep pushing until you think I’m done pushing you back,” she continued shrugging her shoulders as she spoke. “And then we start all over again.”

I gave in just like she knew I would and put the toilet seat down, sat down and rubbed my hands over my face.

“We’re pretty predictable.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, slipping further under the water her hands were all over her own body, making me fucking jealous that they weren’t mine. “You always give in eventually,” she persisted before pausing for a beat. “Even back then when I was just a girl, you still gave into me, how come?”

“You’re easy on the eyes,” I explained, winking at her then straightening up and staring into her eyes.

“Yeah but I was younger than you, so much less experienced than you … I often wondered why you even bothered.”

“You’re confident,” I started. “Whether you were younger or less experienced never mattered because I knew a confident woman could be taught all the things she wasn’t experienced in. You weren’t insecure which made you easy to mold, easy for you to learn all the things you hadn’t yet tried.”

She laughed slightly. “So you’re taking credit for how good I am in bed?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I grinned.

“I suppose you may have taught me a thing or two,” she countered, her hand traveling between her breasts, down her stomach and pausing right at her navel.

“Like what?” I asked, knowing I was a goner.

“Well you taught me not to be shy about touching myself for one thing,” Her knees bent and her legs spread just as her fingers moved towards her bare pussy. “And that I can get off with you watching as I stick my fingers inside of me as well as if it was your cock in me.”

“Not the same thing, Reese’s,” I said roughly, my eyes hooded as they focused on her fingers that slid between her folds, finding her clit. She closed her eyes as she applied pressure with her thumb to her sensitive spot.

“No, but when you weren’t here I spent many nights pretending my fingers were you driving me to my orgasm.” Her eyes flutter open and pierce me with a look. “I used to picture your face with each push of my fingers and when I finally came I called your name every time.” She slipped one of her fingers inside of her. “So much nicer looking at the real thing.” She moaned softly, adding another finger.

I swallowed hard, remaining perfectly still as she slipped her fingers out of her pussy and let her hands cup her tits, spilling out of the palms of her hands. “Did you think of me when we were apart?” She pinched one of her nipples until it turned rigid, letting out a short gasp. She threw one leg over the edge of the tub water splashing all over the floor. With her free hand, she caressed her cunt again.

“Did you touch yourself and wish it was my mouth wrapped around your cock?”

“I taught you how to dirty talk,” I said gruffly, dropping to my knees in front of the tub, my big hand closing over her kneecap holding her still as her fingers charged in and out of her body. Her body arched with each stroke of her fingers, her pace quickening.

“Always liked a lady on your arm and a slut in your bed, didn’t you Anthony?” She whispered harshly. “Tell me! Did you dream of my fucking mouth every time you came in your hand?”

She was pushing me again, and she was going at it hard. I squeezed her knee as my eyes met hers.

“Every fucking time,” I ground out.

“You want my mouth now don’t you?” She asked breathlessly, her hand moving even quicker, driving herself to the edge. She was almost there but not quite.