28.5

“Because a good shooter always counts their shots; this could save your life. Always know how many shots you have left.” I give a crooked smile.

She nods, putting the ear protectors back on and getting into position without complaining about my proximity this time. She fires shot after shot, her aim becoming increasingly accurate. My eyes don’t miss a move; she looks like a warrior goddess, and I never imagined I’d feel such arousal watching her shoot. Brooke is on her second magazine when I touch her shoulder, drawing her attention.

“What’s up?” she asks, removing the ear protection and leaving the gun on the table.

“Do you realize how hot you look right now?” I ask, my gaze traveling over her face, the blonde strands that have fallen from her ponytail framing her face, her green eyes sparkling with excitement, and the pink mouth that has been occupying my thoughts since that night a few weeks ago. My fingers trace the side of her face, outlining the shape of her jaw. “You still owe me a kiss.”

“Since when?” she asks, puffing out her chest in irritation.

“Since I decided I wanted another one; you have no idea what effect you have on me,” I say, letting sincerity show in my voice.

She licks her lips to moisten them, her eyes searching mine.

“Then why don’t you tell me?” she challenges, with a crooked smile. I feel the minimal control I have over my impulses slipping away quickly. To hell with it!

“All I want to do right now is stop your training and fuck you right here,” I murmur, my voice dropping an octave on the last words. Brooke swallows hard, her eyes dropping to my mouth, but she doesn’t say anything.

I give a crooked smile, the way I know she likes.

I’m rewarded when her hand grabs the hem of my shirt, and I lean in toward her. She closes her eyes in anticipation. Our lips meet, and she sighs against my mouth, parting her lips, and I take this as an invitation, sliding my tongue over hers. Damn, I missed that taste. My hands move to her ass, without any modesty this time, pulling her against my body so she can feel what she does to me.

My cock hardens and swells in my pants, and Brooke grinds against it. I know if I don’t pull away now, I’m going to do what I’ve wanted since she fired that first shot—bend her over that damn stand and bury myself in her.

But as much as I want to, I can’t pull away; her taste is addictive, and I need more. As her hands explore my torso and squeeze the muscles she finds along the way, I slide one of my hands up the side of her body, pulling her shirt up with the movement until I reach the band of her bra. Brooke gasps and presses her chest even closer to me as I tease her hard nipple under the fabric.

Our tongues continue their dance, teasing and probing, but air is becoming a necessity. I pull away, a lament escaping her lips. Our eyes meet, and I see her irises darkened with desire, her flushed cheeks, and her swollen mouth will be etched in my mind forever. I lean in and start planting kisses along the column of her neck until my face reaches where my hand is still massaging her soft breast.

With my index finger, I trace the edge of her black lace bra, and Brooke’s breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Oh, babygirl.” I lift my gaze to find her attention fixed on me. “You’re beautiful, did you know that?”

I don't give her a chance to respond and quickly take her rosy nipple into my mouth. Her moan echoes in the shooting range, and my cock throbs in response, as if saying, "I'm here."

I suck on her breast and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, lifting one of her legs, erasing the remaining space between our bodies.

“Raffi,” she moans my name, her fingers gripping my hair and pulling, causing a growl of approval to rise from my throat. I'm about to turn my attention to her other breast when her delicate fingers close on my shoulders.

“Raffi, not here.”

My whole body protests as I pull away, and she bites her lip while adjusting her clothes. I hold her waist and pull her against me once more. The blonde kisses my lips quickly and puts some distance between us.

“Don’t make that face,” she complains. I must have an expression of frustration, as that’s what I feel. “We’ll finish this later.”

“I’m not going to forget this, babygirl,” I promise, leaning in to savor her mouth one more time. “Well, I guess we should get back to training then,” I murmur against her lips.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” she says, but her arms wrap around my neck. She gives me another quick kiss before turning to grab the gun.

I position myself behind her as she deliberately rubs against my erection. If she wants to tease, two can play this game. I hold her waist and grind against her, making sure she feels every inch of me. Brooke places the gun on the small counter and holds onto the piece of wood, sticking out her ass even more.

“You wanted to train, so shoot,” I inform her.

She sighs and straightens up, taking the gun and firing three times. The blonde jumps when the slide locks back, signaling that the magazine is empty.

“I distinctly remember instructing you to leave one bullet in the magazine,” I tease, murmuring in her ear and rubbing my cock against her again.

She drops the gun on the counter and turns to me with her hands on her hips.

“I lost count, didn’t I?” she complains, and I start laughing. She gives me a smack on the arm. “It’s all your fault; you did it on purpose.”

“You need to be able to stay focused, no matter what distractions are around you.”

“It’s not like a butterfly flew by, and I went after it, right?”

“Alright, I’ll cut you some slack since it’s your first lesson.” She makes a face. “Want to go again?”

Her expression brightens into a smile, and she walks to the table, swaying more than usual as she reloads the magazines from the box of ammunition. Dios Mío, this woman is going to drive me insane.