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I threw everything I had into one big roll and for once she didn’t counter. I ended up on top, my knees pinning her arms, her wrists in my hands above her head.
“Say it,” I panted.
“Say what?”
“That I won.”
Kat looked up at me, hair spread across the mat, chest heaving in the sports bra. A vein ticked in her throat. She was smiling like she’d waited two years for me to do this.
“You haven’t won anything,” she said. “But keep trying.”
I kissed her. I don’t know which of us was more shocked. She made a noise into my mouth, rough and hungry, then bit my lip hard enough that I yelped. I ground down against her stomach and felt her thighs shift, her hips tilt up to meet me.
I pushed her bra up over her tits. Small, firm, pale, a tiny tattooed star under the left one. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked until she arched, her wrists straining in my hands, though she could have broken free in a second. She didn’t.
“Dani,” she said, hoarse. “Fuck. Do it.”
I dragged her shorts and knickers down to her knees. She was soaked, swollen, glistening. My fingers slid straight in, and she groaned like I’d hit a nerve.
I could do anything now. I could make her beg, make her come and make her watch me walk away. Or I could make this about both of us.