I didn’t have time to think about it. Power rippled through his body and I moved quickly, taking advantage of the momentum to roll him onto his belly. Using my legs, I wheeled around to his side and over his back until I straddled him. Going for an underhook, I wedged an arm under one of his to wrench it behind his back and did the same to his other side. The next feat was to roll him over to get him flattened on the mat as much as I could.

I scrambled to his side, impeded with my arms anchored around his elbows, but I pushed anyway. He didn’t move. I strained using my feet. Still couldn’t budge him. I shifted my weight and shoved with all my might, muscles straining. Nothing.

A low vibration rippled through my body the same time a rumble reached my ears.

I frowned, eyeing the center of my husband’s back. The rumble grew in strength. “Are you laughing?”

His body shook with the tremors. I huffed out a breath and sagged. My muscles screamed from the type of exertion I hadn’t done for years.

His chuckles grew in strength. I’d put everything I had into those moves and he’d been messing with me the whole time.

Without thinking, I smacked his ass. The thwack echoed through the room, almost as satisfying as my husband’s laughter. I swatted him two more times before I sank into a mermaid pose. “I was trying really hard.”

He flipped to his side, a grin cracking his face and delight alive in his dark eyes. “I know you were, and you were doing really well. Good technique.”

I adopted a playful scowl and shoved his shoulder, but I didn’t want this moment to end. I could count on one hand the times I’d seen Aiden smile without restraint. He was devastating as the intense oil executive, but when he grinned and let me glimpse his sly sense of humor, his hold on my heart coiled tighter. “You were messing with me through all of it.”

A wicked glint in his gaze was my only warning. He wrapped his arms around me and executed nearly the same move I’d tried on him, but from a different angle that would’ve been impossible if he weren’t so much larger than me.

A squeak escaped as I was yanked down, pinned as effectively as a piece of paper superglued to the floor. I bridged, trying to get my back off the mat, but all it did was pull my shirt tighter across my chest as my shoulders protested his hold.

“You mean like this?” he asked, not even out of breath.