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Joy tried to keep her heart from pounding out of her chest, but it was no use. She had wanted a good workout and had hoped to strike up a conversation with a shifter or two at the gym. But the last thing she had expected was to have her Alpha come by and give her boxing pointers. Had she known that was all it would take to have the man who haunted her lustful dreams come to her, she would have watched the damned boxing videos and come to the gym a long time ago.
Warren stood behind her, his huge hands on her shoulders. “Okay, hit the bag.” His voice rumbled deep and sexy right next to her ear. His hot breath fanned her neck, sending a shiver straight through her. Just a small step back and she’d be up against him.
She blinked a few times trying to remember what he’d asked of her. Oh, right. Hit the bag. She brought her arms up and swung, almost missing the bag entirely. Shit.
“You’re not concentrating, Joy,” he said, his voice sending another jolt through her.
“I’m sorry. I’m pretty new at this,” she admitted. The only reason she’d chosen to take up boxing was because she knew Warren included it in his workouts. The fact that she enjoyed it was a side bonus.
Warren brought his hand from her right shoulder to her wrist. He positioned it where he wanted, then stepped back. “It’s okay. You’ll get it. This is where I want you to hit. Not so far back this time.” He slid his hand down the red leather, showing her.
She took her swing, hitting the bag right where he’d instructed.
“Much better. Now you have to do the same with the left. Always with the middle knuckle.” He came behind her, positioning both her arms, pressing his hard chest against her back. She closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. When he moved away, it was all she could do to keep a needy whimper from slipping past her lips.
When he brought his hands to rest on her hips, her heart thudded, then raced ahead. Although the workout so far hadn’t been all that strenuous, she couldn’t quite catch her breath.
“Use your whole body. Boxing, whether you’re facing an opponent or the bag, isn’t just in the arms. You have to move with it to put power behind the punches. Now, go again,” he demanded.
The authoritative tone of his voice had her girly parts tingling as she drew her arm back and struck the bag, first with the right, then with the left. Whap. Whap.
“You’re too tight. Let me show you.”
Joy stepped to the side, more than happy to watch him move and pose for her.
“See how my legs are? When you strike, you’re going to move everything from your feet up.” Warren didn’t have gloves on, but he punched the bag anyway, demonstrating what he wanted her to do. “Try again.”
She was going to regret letting him get that close, there was no doubt about it, but she got in front of the bag and brought her arms up. She didn’t have them up quite high enough, and her feet weren’t in the right position, but if this was the only contact she’d have with him, she wanted to make it last.
Warren didn’t disappoint. With his hands on her hips, he twisted her so she was facing in the right direction. Pushing his knee between her legs, he widened her stance. “How long did you say you’ve been doing this?”
“I just started. I watched a few videos at home and practised in front of a mirror. Today is my first time at the gym.”
Joy let the building pressure wash over her. She hadn’t had a heat since before the rest of her pack had been slaughtered over six months ago, but the need pulsing through her told her one was coming. All she wanted to do was throw her gloves off and tackle him to the mat. Too bad there were so many people in the gym. All around her, men were grunting and sweating as they did their workouts. If it wasn’t for the fact that the only one her wolf was interested in was the one who had his leg between hers, she might have enjoyed the sweaty display of rippling muscles.
Her wolf clawed at her, wanting more intimacy. It wanted her to rub herself all over Warren and claim him as her own. She could push her hips back and get a whole lot better acquainted with Warren, but she’d break her position. Was it worth the humiliation if he pushed her away? Totally worth it. But before she had the chance to do it, he pulled back.
“Okay, let me see.”
When she glanced at him, his eyes were on her form. On her ass, to be exact. Heart racing, she gave it a little extra sway as she turned her attention to the bag and swung, putting his lesson into motion. A second later, the deep rumble of his growl had her spinning to face him. He took two steps, eliminating the distance between them in an instant.
As if the man wasn’t sexy enough on his own, that deep growl had her throbbing at her core. “How was that?” The words came out in a husky whisper. He had yet to touch her, but her nipples pebbled and strained against the soft fabric of her tank.
He brought his hands to her hips, pulling her closer. When the hard ridge of his cock pressed into her belly, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She shifted her weight from one side to the other, her body rubbing against his. This was what she needed—what her wolf needed.
“Much better.” His gaze drifted to her mouth, and his minty breath mingled with hers.