Teague felt her before he saw her. That
tingling only she brought him skated up his spine. Moving
farther into the room, he found her with his gaze. A smile
flitted across his face.
Of course. Where else would you be at 3:30 in
the morning, Erin, but in the ring?
He padded closer, watching her dodge and jab
with an imaginary opponent. His gaze lingered over the fact
she only wore a white sports bra that zipped down the front
and black low-rise boy fit shorts.
A groan escaped him. Her dark skin shone with
a sheen of sweat. Her hair was up in a ponytail and it moved
in tandem with her graceful motions. He skimmed over the
muscles in her legs and arms as she worked out.
He didn’t stop until he neared the ring.
Standing tall, he allowed his bag to hit the floor with a
loud thud. That got her attention.
Her eyes widened in surprise before she got
her emotions under control. Standing in the middle of the
ring, she stretched her neck and shook her shoulders, trying
to stay loose. “Here for a workout?”
“Wanna spar?” Teague asked, leaning against
“Why not?” She did a bit of in place jogging
while he slid under and climbed into the ring. “Do you want
He looked at her, her hands were wrapped but
she was gloveless. “No. I’ll be fine.”
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Her dark eyes
watched him telling him she was waiting for him to make the
Teague bounced around, finding his footing
and balance. He almost lost them both as the sparkle he
remembered seeing in her eyes when they were together
appeared. Erin Watford loved to box.
He took the first swing and then it was on
after that. They feinted, dodged, and tossed punches back
and forth. Teague never had to check his swing because he
knew he wouldn’t be landing any direct blows on her.
Watching the pleasure on her face, sent a
wave of longing through him. He was still in love
with her. Deliberately, Teague allowed her to land some
punches on his stomach and when she did, he wrapped his arms
around her and took them both down to the mat where after he
took the brunt of the hit, he rolled them over so she was
“What are you doing?” she hissed even as her
eyes showed him her desire.
“What I should have done yesterday when you
walked in here, back into my life.”
Teague kissed her. Wrapped one hand around
her ponytail and swept his tongue through her mouth like a
wildfire. He groaned as her familiar taste assaulted him.
His body responded violently. He wanted her.
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