Between being landed on and having his shoulder almost punched through the floor, Riley was seeing stars. When the bounty hunter yanked the tray away from him – which Riley had been trying to brandish very unsuccessfully as a shield – he let out a distressed little whine. His brain was starting to work again, emerging from that foggy place of pain as he looked up at the guy with accusation in his eyes.
And Riley hadn’t forgotten that knife. It was, in fact, at the very front of his thoughts.
That accusing look morphed into a devilish one as he looked up at the giant. He gave his body a little twist, squirming under the hunter as his hands moved to first stroke down the other’s sides to then stop on his hips. On his belt. Right next to that knife.
“I do love having a heavy, assertive man on top of me,” he purred with a breathy laugh. And then he put his plan into action. His hand slipped from the guy’s hip and closed around the knife. He wasn’t stupid enough to try and use it to threaten the other man. That would be impossible given their current position and Riley’s clear disadvantages.
What he did do though was take the knife out of the equation. In the one swift movement, he yanked it out of the holster at the guy’s belt and then tossed it away. It cluttered to the airplane floor way down past his feet with a dull ringing. Another twist of his body and he was bringing his knee up hard and fast and praying to get the guy right in the family jewels.
“Get off me!” he grunted while going with his knee again.