Chapter 39. It’s Desperate, but It’s Heavenly

Ezra POV

“Don’t be scared to throw a punch, birdie. Come on!” I encourage as she hits a little harder. “That’s better!”

The chill in the basement does nothing to help the sweat that trails down my spine. Wren pants in front of me, bouncing on the heels of her feet.

Her skin glistens with sweat, and somehow I can’t forget the image of her last night in the pool.

The red bikini clinging to her breasts and ass, hair wet and sticking to her face, water droplets adorning her body.

Fuck, she was a vision. Ethereal…like a dream come to life.

I spent all my time in the pool to hide my hard on, didn’t want her thinking I’m trying to string her along…again. The craziest part is, I don’t want to string her along.

I want her. Period.

“Are you ready for a little self-defense?” I ask, shaking my head to rid myself of the thoughts.

She nods. “Yea, I guess.”

“This time, I need you to try to tackle me to the ground the way