Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

I roll onto my back and grin at her, feeling mildly vindictive about the halfnaked,
handsy Italian yoga instructor. Couldn’t be some crunchy, maternal type.
No. Had to be a guy who looks like he’s a cover model on some cologne ad and
who speaks her language. Literally.
It might be nice to see her squirm a bit. “What do you say, Frankie? Let’s do
it.”
Frankie glares at me. Clenching her jaw, she turns and grimaces at Fabi.
“Fine.”
“Eccellente!” He claps his hands.
Frankie’s scowling at me but I just give her a wider grin. There’s my grump I
love to needle with a smile.
“Camel pose. Ustrasana,” he says. Frankie and I kneel at his direction, knees
touching. Then, gripping each other’s forearms, we lean up and away into the
pose. Our groins fuse with the position—my pelvis pressed into the soft hollow
between her hips. Frankie’s breath hitches as I bite my cheek to stifle a groan.
This is torture. I was half-mast when I woke up, but now there’s nothing
remotely “half” about what’s inside my sweatpants.
“Breathe into the pose. Hearts open, chests to the sky,” Fabrizio says, before
he steps away for his water.
All I can feel is Frankie. The warmth of her thighs and the welcoming give
between her hip bones that my aching body fits perfectly. She shifts, a deliberate
movement. A decadent swirl of her hips.
Sweet Jesus.
I try picturing that one time I walked in on Freya and Aiden making out
when they were first dating—like really making out—because there is nothing
more revolting than seeing your sister with her tongue down a guy’s throat, but
not even that quells the heat surging through me. I’m a slave to the pound of my
pulse, the urgent need to be closer to Frankie, deep inside her, connected.
“Francesca,” I warn.
She cracks open one eye and smirks at me. “You got yourself into this mess,
Søren. Before you accepted a couple’s pose you might have considered we’d be
pretzel-ing each other’s intimate bits.”
I hiss when she does another shimmy. That’s it.
Gripping her forearms, I tilt my pelvis even deeper, sliding myself against
the warmth between her thighs. Her eyes widen as she makes a tiny muffled
noise.
“How ya doing, there, fresterska?”
“What did you call me?” she squeaks.
“You’re not the only one who speaks another language.” I roll my hips