Yeah, she was definitely holding back on him last time they did this. All the better, thought Ollie. "Not bad," he admitted, moving just enough to avoid most, but not all, of the impact. "That personal trainer of yours must run you through all kinds of things."
Ollie did a leg sweep and took Kimber down to the floor. He wrapped one arm around her thigh and planted the other just under her arm so that his wrist was barely brushing her breast--it was a legitimate hold, and she could get out if she knew what she was doing, but he wasn't avoiding touching anything. Two could play at that kind of game.