Hannah’s smiling and nodding at me, so I must be doing alright. I keep going, bending forward as far as I can, but my hands don’t find the ground the way hers did, and my feet don’t stay flat on the floor either.

“That could’ve been better,” she says as I start to lift my head up toward her with my hands on my knees.

“That’s not what you were saying six months ago,” I murmur, my eyes locked right on hers, and heat flashes through me when I see goosebumps prickling across her bare arms. But she catches me off guard when she reaches out and puts her hand on my lower back and applies a little bit of pressure to get me to straighten out more.

But bent over like this with my face inches away from her, her hands on my body, and all of this sexual tension absolutely fucking sizzling between us, I feel like I’m going to combust.

11. Hannah

Chapter 11

Hannah

I feel Declan go rigid beneath my touch, and I freeze, my heart hammering.

He’s so sure of himself that I wasn’t expecting him to be so affected by my hands on him. I knew these private lessons were going to be awkward as soon as he called to ask about them, but I wasn’t prepared at all for it to be like this—for the sight of his muscles flexing beneath his shirt to get to me so much. Or for his proximity and the woodsy, masculine scent of him to take me right back to that night.

You knew exactly what you were getting into.

The thought flits through my head as if my more logical side is taunting me, but I still can’t take my hand off him. And it’s not like I can call the lessons off without some believable excuse to tell my dad, so Declan and I are just going to have to find some way to get through this without one or both of us falling to pieces.

Or making a huge mistake we can’t undo.

I clear my throat, steadying my breathing, and guide Declan out of the pose, bringing him back to a standing position. Our gazes meet again, and when I see the desire simmering in his amber-flecked eyes, I swear I feel something ignite inside me.

“How did that feel?” I ask, my throat constricting.

“I could feel it in my hips and hamstrings. That stretch was definitely getting into the right spot.”

“That’s good,” I say, nodding, but the air in the room feels charged with electricity and I don’t trust myself not to say or do something stupid without a task to distract us. “Let’s finish out the next few poses in the sequence.”

“How many more are we going to do?”