When she had told her own parents about her engagement her father had said that he hoped she didn’t expect him to pay for the wedding, and her mother…well, her mother had been so shocked that it had been downright insulting. They had opted not to attend the engagement party since they already had plans. It hurt Kali that they hadn’t bothered to come, but she was used to their indifference. Of course her parents thought it was her fault for not checking their busy schedule before planning the party.
Everything seemed to be going well for her and Jared, but she couldn’t help but be concerned that he missed his old life as a professional fighter. Being in Vegas for the championship fights had made her worry even more. She had seen very little of him the last few days, but she had kept herself busy at the spa and by the pool. It was while she had been sunbathing that she had come up with this little surprise for him.
Checking her makeup and hair one last time, she made her way back to the living room to wait for him. She opened the bottle of champagne that she’d ordered earlier and poured herself a glass. She took a sip just as the sound of the front door opening reached her. Setting down her glass she fisted her hands on her hips and posed, waiting for him to see her.
“Kali? Are you okay? Leanne said you…” Hammer’s voice trailed off as he got his first look at her, and he felt his heart stutter in his chest.
Damn it, she was trying to fucking kill him.
After the last match had concluded, he had sought out his little fairy, wanting to finally spend some time with her now that his obligations had been fulfilled. He was instantly worried when Leanne told him that Kali had gone back up to their suite. Rushing upstairs to check on her he lost his breath as he saw her standing in the middle of the living room.
Like out of some fantasy, Kali was dressed in a pair of black shorts so short that her ass cheeks were hanging out and a tight hot pink tank top with the words “Rough & Tough” across the front. The tank was so low it had her ample breasts practically spilling out over the top. She had wrapped her hands and wrists with hot pink hand wraps like he had taught her when she was hitting the bags at the gym. With legs braces apart and her hands fisted on her hips she looked sexy as hell staring him down.
“Christ, you look like a wet dream, baby. What is all this?”
He could see the nervousness in her eyes, but had to admire her bravado as she tilted her cute little chin up. “It occurred to me that being here tonight surrounded by all of this, you might miss being a fighter.” When one of his brows quirked up she continued. “I thought we could have our own match…right here, right now. A private, no rules match until we’re naked and sweaty. Winner gets to be on top.”
He slowly smiled. “With an offer like that, it seems like we both win regardless of the outcome.”
“Exactly,” she said with what she hoped was a seductive smile. It seemed to work, because his eyes flared with heat as he gripped the back of his shirt with his fist and pulled it off, tossing it to the side not caring where it landed.
Her breath quickened as she surveyed his naked torso. She loved the light dusting of hair on his broad chest, and her knees always went a little weak watching the corded muscles of his huge arms ripple as he flex. He toed off his shoes as he grinned, knowing exactly what the sight of his body did to her.
Wanting to turn the tables on him, she leaned down and stretched, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. She looked at him through veiled lashes and felt a surge of satisfaction when he lost his smile and he gulped. Anticipation burned in his dark gaze, and she could all but feel his excitement. She was pleased he liked the little game she’d set up, and couldn’t wait to get started.
“You’re on dangerous ground, little fairy.”
“Just where I like to be,” she taunted back. “I’m a wild woman, didn’t you know? My fiancé is a bad-ass, so I figured I should show him exactly how well we fit.”
“Oh, we fit,” he growled, striding toward her. “And I’ll show you exactly how well we fit when I’m deep inside you where I belong. You want to spar with me, baby? Show me what you got.”
“Them’s fighting words,” she quipped as she got into position.
She was ready when he lunged toward her. He had been training her in ground work at the gym and at home, showing her what to do if she were ever attacked so she’d be able to defend herself. There was no way she could ever take him in a fight, so she used this opportunity to rub her body against his as she squirmed out of his hold time and time again, knowing that he would never hurt her.