I thought I was doing it correctly, but then his strong hand was on the bar again about a millimeter from my chest. “Basically it should be right over your nipples and as low as possible.” His fingers actually grazed my shirt and I almost died on the spot. “Perfect,” he concluded, and my face turned even redder than it had been.
“Okay, now push it up, quick but controlled. Breathe out when you do it.” He let go as I pushed it up, managing not to let it wobble. “That was great,” he said. “Tighten your abs, and breathe in as you lower it down again. Keep it steady.”
In spite of the fact that the world’s hottest guy was hovering over me, I did my best to maintain proper form. It was hard to keep track of it all. When to breathe in or out. Keeping my shoulders down and my chest out. Making controlled movements.
“Good job, Emma.” Austin took the barbell from me and hung it back up. “Ready to try something else?” He reached out a large hand and I took it, gasping as he easily pulled me to my feet.
Didn’t he have something else to do? The witch at the front desk had mentioned how busy he was. But it would’ve taken a stronger woman than me to tell him no.
He showed me a few more machines, touching and positioning my body as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I did my best to follow his instructions and concentrate, but it was difficult not to focus on how good he smelled, how warm his skin was when he touched me, and how incredibly gorgeous he was.
After the fourth machine, he handed me a towel, which I used to wipe my forehead. “How do you feel?”
“Not bad,” I said, taking stock. “A little sore maybe.”
“It’ll be worse tomorrow. It’s always that way when you get back into it. If you feel too bad, let Denver or me know and we can rub some of the stiffness away.”
Just that one sentence was about enough to give me an orgasm right there in the middle of the gym, but all I did was nod.
“Come with me, I want to show you something.”
Whatever he wanted to show me, I was up for seeing—even if it turned out to be something completely boring like paint drying. To make matters even better, he led me past the front desk where the snooty blonde stared at us with her mouth open. I couldn’t help giving a cheeky little wave as I passed by with Austin.
He led me through an open room that had free weights, hula hoops, exercise balls, and a bunch of stuff I couldn’t even begin to identify. Through open doorways, I saw various fitness classes being conducted.
The large room led to a narrow hallway. Offices were on one side, but Austin led me to the last door on the right. He opened it up and went on in. It was another fitness room, only smaller. One wall was all mirrors, and there was one of those ballet bars all along it. In the middle of the room, a man was on the floor, stretching his long legs.
“Look who I found,” Austin said.
“Emma! What are you doing here?” Denver said, beaming a megawatt smile up at me.
“She wanted to do some weight training,” Austin answered for me. “She’s a natural.”
That so obviously wasn’t true that I laughed, and Austin smiled at me. “Stick with us, kid, and you will be.”
“Are you here to watch the rehearsal?” Denver asked as Austin crossed the room to a mini fridge.
“What rehearsal?”
“The gym manager lets us rehearse our dance moves back here when our shift is over. Want to watch?”
Oh.
I gulped. If I’d gotten turned on just from Austin coaching me, my internal systems might implode from a private viewing.
Austin chuckled and handed me a bottle of water. “Don’t worry, we'll keep our clothes on.”
Denver raised one cocky eyebrow. “Why would she be worried about that?”
“She’s afraid she won’t be able to control herself.”
I shook my head and tried to make a derisive snort, but I don’t think I fooled anyone in the room.
Denver laughed. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take. Come sit over here.” He led me over to the wall and set a folding chair out for me. “Feel free to speak up if you see anything that looks like it’s not working. It’s a new routine for us.”
In spite of the heat coursing through my body, I was intrigued. “Where’d you learn it?”
“Denver does all our choreography,” Austin said with a hint of pride for his brother. “He’s the dancer in this duo.”
Denver nodded. “Austin’s not as much into dancing, but he does enjoy showing off.”
“Hey,” Austin protested, punching his brother’s arm.