Dating A Metro Man

by Donna McDonald

  Seth took them to the floor then, not even making it to the living room carpet. He just fell to his knees with her wrapped around him and laid Jenna down on the wood floor in his foyer before sliding as far into her as far he could.

  “Better—much better,” he said, moving in slow, but deep strokes.

  “Faster—harder,” Jenna ordered, squirming under him and arching with each one.

  “If anything gets any harder, it won’t do either of us any good,” Seth said, laughing now at Jenna’s wild eyed-expression. “And I don’t want to hurt you on this wood floor.”

  “Seth,” Jenna said, “I’m a woman on the edge here. Stop making me wait.”

  “We’re on a damn wood floor. If I lose control, I will hurt you,” Seth said firmly, stopping completely. “I am not willing to do that.”

  “But I don’t care,” Jenna argued fiercely. “Can’t you just do this once without worrying about the circumstances?”

  “Never,” Seth said firmly. “But I promise to always give you what you want one way or the other.” He pushed deep and gently rocked up, repeating the action until Jenna thrashed beneath him.

  “Not this way. No. You, too. You, too,” she insisted, trying to move away from what he was doing so successfully, but to no avail. Seth already knew her body too well. It was humbling to realize that she couldn’t stop him from giving her an orgasm. When had she given him that level of control?

  Seth bent and kissed her, and then held completely still when he felt her quivering with release under him. “I will always do what I can to meet your needs,” he vowed, as he felt her climax overtake her.

  When she quieted, Seth was still inside her as hard as ever. Even in the aftermath of her pleasure, Jenna was mad as hell at Seth for exercising so much control over her response. The situation made her want to scream. The panic inside her was threatening to spew her emotions all over him. Emotional tirades were for a dating couple, not for them. They had a more simple relationship.

  “Feeling better now?” Seth asked softly, smiling unconcerned into her face even as she glared furiously at him.

  “Damn you,” Jenna hissed, her tone harsh and intentionally hurtful. “You had no right to take over like that. It was supposed to be both of us.”

  Seth pulled out of her and stood, kicking his pants off the rest of the way. Reaching down he grabbed both of Jenna’s hands and yanked her upright. “It may take me all night to get some relief as hard as I am right now. I hope you were planning on sticking around a bit because you’re not leaving until I do.”

  Jenna lifted her chin at his bossy, arrogant tone. She wasn’t sure what Seth’s problem was, but she was the wronged person here. She had come here for his benefit more than hers, but that didn’t mean he got have it all his way. And she for damn sure didn’t appreciate his attitude.

  “If I wanted to leave, I damn well would,” Jenna told Seth firmly. “So don’t get bossy with me.”

  Seth had controlled her all Jenna intended to let him tonight.

  “I am so not in the mood to argue this with you, Jenna. That stubborn chin of yours tempts me to clip you under it every time I see it come up in my face. I’m sorry I messed up your perfect seduction plans by being a thoughtful guy. If you want a fight, my inner Neanderthal is just looking for an excuse. Now lower your chin and come to bed with me,” Seth told her.

  “I’m not even sure I want to come to bed with you now,” Jenna told him. “I don’t like the way you’re talking to me.”

  “Tough. I’ve learned you’re not the type of woman who responds or even appreciates niceness. I’m warning you—this is the wrong time to get more stubborn with me,” Seth told her, his gaze promising just as much retribution as his words.

  When her glare got worse and she swore at him, Seth suddenly reached the limit of his patience. He snatched a sputtering, fuming Jenna up under her arms, lifted her several inches from the floor. Then he walked with her to his bedroom, her long legs dangling while she squealed and struggled in his arms.

  Then Seth lifted her away from his body and threw Jenna backward on the bed where she screamed in alarm as she landed.

  “Damn. That felt really good,” Seth said, breathing heavilyy from carrying her that way. “There may be something to this cave man shit. That was a hell of a lot easier than trying to talk you into it.”

  “Listen you—you—I don’t know what you are, but just because you’re big enough and strong enough to put me here does not mean I’m going to stay,” Jenna informed him. “I can still hurt you if I want to.”

  Seth shrugged off his dress shirt and let it drop unceremoniously on the floor. His cleaning bill was going to double with Jenna in his life. He was going to have buy a lot more clothes.

  Then he crawled onto the bed and followed her body even as Jenna was inching backward away from him. It only added to his desire for her, but he knew that was something that could never be said out loud to the strong willed woman he craved.

  “Yeah, if I were thinking clearly I would be worried about the damage you could do in my naked condition, but as you can see, all the blood has left my brain. It’s my turn now, Jenna, and I’m picking the location. You’re going to satisfy me in the bed, not on the damn floor.”

  “Stay the hell away from me, Seth Carter,” Jenna commanded, even as she felt him pushing between her knees and edging forward up her thighs.

  “That’s simply impossible,” Seth said firmly. He bent his mouth to her belly which rippled in apprehension as he kissed a trail from there to her breasts, wrestling the rest of her clothes up and off her as she complained and struggled against the pleasure of his mouth on her.

  Damn it, damn it, Jenna thought, feeling her legs start to quiver in anticipation as Seth tugged the shirt off her. When he lowered his hips to hers, the rest of the fight in her simply left. All that remained was the need to have him inside her again. She didn’t like her own capitulation, but didn’t seem to be able to stop it from happening.

  “I missed you insanely, Jenna. It’s hard to go more than a few days without being with you now. This physical condition is just what happens to me when I have to wait so long. Now let me inside you,” Seth demanded, forcing her hand to stroke him once before she jerked it away. “You can tell how bad off I am.”

  Jenna shook her head from side to side even as her hips loosened and her legs spread wider. It was like her body refused to obey her mind where Seth Carter was concerned.

  Seth stopped as he studied her gaze on him. “Fine. I can stop now and go take care of things myself. I vowed I would never force you, but your stubbornness makes it difficult to be as nice to you as I’d like to be. This is your final chance. Are you going to help me out or not?”

  His erection was smooth as silk resting against her thigh, and as hard as he’d ever been with her. She wanted him desperately, whether she was happy about the fact or not. Jenna gritted her teeth in disgust at both of them.

  “Damn you—yes,” she all but screamed at Seth. “Yes, I want you.”

  Seth didn’t wait for Jenna to change her mind again. He sank inside her, trying to catch himself before he pushed too hard too fast. Just like the first time, he felt her wrapping herself around him, even as reluctant as she was. Mine, Seth thought again, not even understanding where the possessive feelings he had about her resided in him. He’d never known them before Jenna.

  “I want to be with you so much sometimes that it drives me crazy. I can’t believe I was so stupid about us sleeping together when I dated you. Maybe I instinctively knew that once I’d been with you I’d be this obsessed. I’m so damn glad I have you now,” Seth informed her, moving her whole body with every stroke.

  “This is just sex. You don’t have me,” Jenna denied, having to brace herself for every hard thrust.

  “Like hell I don’t,” Seth said, sarcastically, the words pushing past his common sense. “You’re mine, Jenna Ranger—at least for however long it takes to quiet this ache I have for y
ou. Don’t stay away so long the next time and it won’t be this much effort for either of us.”

  “I was working! Damn you, Seth, I was working,” she bit out angrily, pushing up against him.

  Seth grabbed her wrists and held them at their sides as he continued his movements in and out of her. “If I’m just your damn booty call, you’re mine too. You’re all I want, all I can think about, and I fucking need you. Do you hear me, Jenna? I. Need. You.”

  “I need you too. Why are you so mad at me?” Jenna asked, the plea torn from her, even as she let Seth hold her down and do what he wanted.

  Seth closed his eyes and slowed his movements, but he didn’t stop—couldn’t stop.

  “I’m mad because I dragged you to the hard, wooden floor, and you let me. Because I waited as long as I could to call you this week when you didn’t call me, and it bothered me. Because I was damn afraid you might have talked yourself out of this being a good idea,” Seth said, the words becoming more tortured the closer to the edge of panic he got. “I am trying like hell to honor our agreement, but worrying this week about whether or not you were coming back was not part of our bargain. I need to know where I stand with you. If you want out of the deal, just tell me. Don’t just stay away and not call.”

  “I don’t want out of our deal. Now let go of my hands,” Jenna ordered softly.

  When Seth released her, she clasped his head, kissed his neck, kissed the pulse at his throat, ran hands through his hair and over his shoulders. “I was just busy, Seth. I swear I was just busy. I was coming back. I need you, too. Look—this is me under you, me being your stress reliever. I want to be here.”

  Seth gathered her into his arms, turned and rolled them, and then rolled them back. He was not going to cry on her. No, he wasn’t going to scare her away yet with confessing how much he loved her and how worried he had been, but damn—he had been more afraid than he’d realized. His profound relief to be connected to her did not bode well for him keeping to their agreement. He wanted her with him every night.

  In fact, he wanted her in his life for as long as they both lived.

  While need dictated that he couldn’t completely stop moving inside her, Seth didn’t want to abuse her body either. It was going to take awhile. That was just a physical reality for him in his current condition. He’d done nothing to ease his need for her in the days without her except miss her like hell. He didn’t want to risk not giving her everything when she did show up.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked softly, not knowing what he would do if it were true.

  “Yes, you’re hurting me,” Jenna laughed. “But it’s okay. My whole body is getting used to being mauled like your personal stress ball. I’m starting to crave the torture, and I hate you for it.”

  “Thank God,” Seth told her sincerely, the slide of their bodies together feeling like the only important thing in the world at the moment. “I think I would die if I had to stop now.”

  The phone on the night stand started ringing. Without missing a beat, Seth reached over, looked at display, and promptly tossed the still ringing phone into the floor beside the bed. “I’m too fucking busy to talk, and I mean that in every sense of the word.”

  Jenna sputtered and laughed at his irritated tone. And then the more she thought about it, the more she laughed. The man was over the edge—and it seemed like he intended to take her with him to the point of madness.

  “Hurry and finish. You know they’ll expect a call back shortly,” she taunted, letting her body give beneath his as the man above tried to drive her into his mattress.

  “Shut up,” Seth said in her ear, “I’m concentrating. This is hard enough without your snide commentary.”

  Jenna laughed and snorted at his choice of words, feeling Seth laughing on top of her now even as he was increasing his momentum. When the laughter died, a climax swept in to replace it. Her eyes rolled up when it went on for so long that Jenna found herself holding her breath as she writhed on the bed.

  Seth thought it was like he had needed Jenna’s release as a catalyst for his. His groan of relief echoed loudly in the bedroom as he finally found what he needed inside her at last.

  “Kiss me,” Jenna ordered, as she absorbed the last of his pleasure with her own. “I need you to kiss me.”

  Her demand surprised both of them.

  “Jenna,” Seth said, his tone softer, regretful, and calm at last. His body was practically comatose on top of hers now.

  “Don’t Jenna me in that regretful tone,” she said, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his mouth down to hers. It was not her normal nature to be compliant or do what she was told. Seth Carter was the only exception she ever made, and he better damn well learn to appreciate it.

  Jenna kissed Seth fiercely, feeling him let her make the kiss anything she needed it to be. When she finally released him, Jenna held Seth’s head up where she could look him fully in the face. “I’ll be lucky to walk straight tomorrow. And if you apologize, I swear I won’t be the only one limping around.”

  Seth put his forehead on hers and laughed humorlessly. “I honestly don’t mean to hurt you or be so rough. I’m supposed to be a metro man with you—sensitive and caring—not a damn cave man dragging you to the floor all the time.”

  “I’m coming to think you’re both,” Jenna said, laughing.

  “Yes, you are—every time in fact—and I can almost always feel it happening for you,” Seth said, snorting.

  Jenna smacked him on the back of his head. “That was not a compliment on your sex skills, nor an innuendo,” she exclaimed.

  “Name one time you’ve ever been with me and had just one orgasm,” Seth demanded softly, his hands rubbing her arms.

  Jenna sighed beneath him. “You want to hear how great you are in bed? Fine. You’re great in bed, Seth. You’re the best ever.”

  Seth promptly bit her shoulder and felt gratified when Jenna yelped.

  “What was that for?” Jenna said, smacking his head again. “I was paying you a damn compliment that time.”

  “No, you were being sarcastic,” Seth corrected. “Besides it not me that’s great. It’s us. We are great together. It’s always like this and I’m completely addicted.”

  “Finally something we can agree about tonight,” Jenna said, yawning.

  “Stay,” Seth said. “It’s late, and you’re too tired to drive home.”

  “Don’t be silly—I’m fine,” Jenna said sleepily.

  When she didn’t speak for a couple of minutes, Seth looked down at her closed eyes and listened to her breathing. Sometimes being with her was like trying to pet a cactus. But when she finally gave in to herself and him, Jenna gave up everything no matter the cost. He loved her so much it hurt him to hold it all inside without saying it.

  “You damn hard-hearted she-cat, I’m going to marry you one day and make you happy if it kills me.” Seth whispered the threat and laughed when she hugged him close in her sleep.

  He eased reluctantly out of her to remove his weight, and as he did he realized something that he hadn’t before. They’d forgotten to use a condom. Jenna had come through the door smelling like her shower and he’d attacked her before he’d thought rationally. The condom he’d had ready was still in his damn pants pocket on the foyer floor.

  Shit. Now what? Seth closed his eyes and sighed about how crazy they had both gotten tonight. If Jenna got pregnant, it would solve a lot for him, but he suspected Jenna would probably never forgive him for them conceiving their first child in the middle of a sex fight.

  He lay on his side and watched her sleeping for a few minutes, wondering how Jenna was going to react to the news in the morning.

  When the phone rang again, Seth picked it up from the floor and walked with it out of the bedroom to take the call. A half hour later he crawled back into bed beside Jenna’s still sleeping body. He wanted to hold her, but she was already going to be upset when she woke in his bed. Seth sighed and settled for holding her hand in his as
he fell asleep.

  Chapter 11

  When Seth woke the next morning, Jenna was already gone. He sighed and wondered how long she would make him wait this time before he saw her again.

  After he had dressed, Seth checked his tie in the mirror and made sure his suit was free of lint. It was his second best choice of clothes, but the only suit available since his best slacks had spent the night on his foyer floor. That brought him back to thinking about the unused condom in the pocket of those slacks and he sighed in resignation.

  Seth lectured himself for dwelling on what he couldn’t change and for being too worried to call Jenna to talk with her about it. It wasn’t that he was a coward about admitting his part of taking the risk. It was just that he was afraid to make Jenna mad again. She was the most angry, stubborn woman he’d ever been with in his life, but since he craved her like a drug, he didn’t want to risk losing her completely. He would just do it in person. It wasn’t the kind of thing to be discussed on the phone anyway.

  Seth straightened his tie and told himself that he would just make sure he saw her today to talk about it. Making the decision to do so allowed him to move on to the next item on his list.

  Pulling his mind reluctantly from Jenna, Seth thought instead about the woman he was heading to meet. It had taken him six months to arrange her visit and to lure her into talking to him. Today it was going to happen, and Seth was not going to let any other concern in his life mess up making a good first impression on her.

  Too much of his future was riding on the outcome.

  At the hotel where the exotic and talented Talia Martin was staying, there was a message waiting at the front desk for Seth moving their meeting to her suite. Despite the intimacy of the situation, Seth didn’t question the change of venue, just strode to the elevator like it was an everyday occurrence to meet a beautiful, successful woman in her hotel room.

  Outside her suite, Seth knocked and waited. When the door finally opened, he smiled widely at the very polished woman in a business suit standing there with a still quietly sobbing baby falling asleep over one shoulder. Talia Martin was an elegant, attractive woman easily five foot ten in her heels with skin the color of a mocha latte and straight black hair to mid-back as shiny as Seth had ever seen. He had known what she looked like from pictures on her company’s website, but she looked even better in person.