Me: I didn’t say anything about being naked.
Seth: You love me naked.
Okay, what to say to this? I did love him naked. Oh, screw it! If he wanted it that much, why should I resist? I had enough problems without trying to protect him from himself any longer.
Me: I do love you naked…I’m also pretty partial to you with clothes on.
Seth: Oh baby you’re too sweet. Now get that gorgeous arse in here. I want to do wicked things to you…
Why were we still having a text conversation? This was ridiculous.
I sucked in a breath and turned off my computer. I couldn’t avoid him any longer. I didn’t want to avoid him any longer. I just didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want to lose what I’d just found with him.
Seth was exactly as he said he was. Naked and ready…
I wasn’t surprised, Seth had a sexual appetite like none I’d ever known before.
“You okay?” A look of concern crossed his face.
Could he tell? What was my face saying?
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
His eyes narrowed. “Before this, you would have been all over me like white on rice. Now, you seem distant. Is it the accident or something else? You feel okay?”
He’d never asked me questions so pointed and I wasn’t ready to answer.
I plastered my best sexy smile on my face and whipped the loose shirt off over my head, leaving me in nothing but a fun animal print bra. I’d use the one sure fire technique I knew to divert his attention—sex.
“I feel fine. Question is, do you?” Another sure tactic was to divert the focus of this conversation back to him.
“Baby, getting finer by the second now that you’re stripping clothes off that sexy as hell body of yours.” As if to emphasis the point, his cock twitched against his belly. And much to my surprise, he almost leapt to his knees and came prowling down the bed. He was obviously doing a lot better than I thought if he could pull off that sort of move.
Had I been that caught up in my own head that I’d missed just how quickly he was now progressing?
I couldn’t stop the grin. It was Seth! So Seth. This is where he felt most comfortable.
Even if I was feeling all at sea, THIS worked between us. I needed to be closer to him again even if I couldn’t be there all the way.
I took a step back and hooked my thumbs into the waist band of the three-quarter tights I was wearing. I tended to wear exercise gear most of the time around the house. It saved me the effort of changing if the mood struck me to go to the gym or for a run or something. Besides, Seth loved it. Everyone was a winner!
Our eyes met, I saw heat, lust and something else. Something new and softer. Slowly, I peeled the stretchy fabric away with a pronounced hips shimmy. All the time, I kept my eyes glued to his as I let my actions speak to him.
“Come here, Soph.” It was a low command and every nuance of his voice stroked over me.
I felt the warm flush of heat spread through me. The heat that came from knowing Seth, from the anticipation, the excitement. I knew what he could and would do to me. There was no guessing. It was going to be phenomenal—it always was. Nobody could make me feel like he did. He was my drug of choice. I’d happily overdose on him at any opportunity. These last days had been hard resisting the pull I always felt towards him.
I suddenly realized, tonight, I needed him as much as he needed me it seemed.
One large step forward was all it took and his arms locked around my waist before he dragged me the remaining distance into him. His lips jammed into my belly and he traced up the shallow groove of my abs to finish where the cups of my bra met. He raised his head slightly and I saw the hunger in his eyes and my breath caught in my chest.
He tracked his tongue up the slope of my breast along the edge of the cup, his eyes never leaving mine. Then that oh-so-mobile mouth grasped the top of the cup and tugged it down in a move that was ferocious and violent.
Before I could catch my breath from the surprise at the aggression, his tongue had dipped inside and was making a fast trail to the hard pebble of my nipple. He laved his tongue over the distended berry-stained tip and my knees suddenly faltered at the sensation. His hands caught my hips solidly and held me in place.
“Steady, babe.”
My only reply was to let out a long moan that ended on a hiss as he repeated the pass to my other breast.
“Seth.” I panted as he sucked the nipple into his mouth and continued to tease.
Then, he sucked harder and I couldn’t stifle the “Ahhh.” Or hide the wince of pain. I pulled back from him and his head snapped up to attention with a question in his eyes. “Too hard? You normally like it like that—a lot.”
I gripped his shoulders and nodded slowly. “My nipples just feel really sensitive today,” I offered in way of explanation.
He nodded slightly, then traced the distance from my hips to the sides of my breasts, before he reached around and undid the clasp of my bra. The cups sprung forward and almost landed in his face. Seth merely stripped the bra from my arms and pulled me back tight to rest his face between my naked breasts. His hot breath and lips tickled at the spot bisecting my chest.
His big hands ran the length of my back and firmly stroked up and down. Everywhere he touched felt super ignited with need for him. He was a magician at effortlessly heating my body to boiling point with a simple touch or a look.
Finally, he moved his head back and slipped his hands around my ribs to cup each mound with his palms. Seth used the softest touch of his finger tips to set up a whole range of shivers through my body and again I was at risk of collapsing from the sheer intensity of the sensation.
It was hugely arousing but almost reverent at the same time.
“That better, babe?”
“Oh yeah…” I managed.
He smirked with the knowledge he’d pleased me and had that arrogant, satisfied male look spread across his face—the look that came from knowing he was capable of driving his woman crazy.
Then, he dipped his head forwarded and gently licked at each nipple in what seemed to be an apology for causing pain a few moments ago.
“I love your tits, babe. You need to tell me if I get too rough. Sometimes, I just get too carried away.”
“I will. Normally, I love it. Must be hormonal or something,” I said offhandedly.
“Is that why they seem a little bigger too?” Seth asked innocently.
My brain froze momentarily, “um I don’t know. Must be.” I rattled out between breaths.
Then, I pushed back hard on his shoulders and sent him sprawling back on the bed to take his attention off my tits. Even with a king bed, Seth dominated the space. As I expected, he caught me by the arm and pulled me with him, my body landing over his. A split second later, his legs locked around me in a ground control move.
“Now, what are you going to do, my sweet Sophia?”
Wasn’t that the question? I could attempt to break the hold, but why would I? I was exactly where I wanted to be right at this moment.
I let out a low moan of pleasure and wiggled my eyebrows at him.
“Well, I’m going to assume you have me where you want me. How about I start with giving you a kiss on that oh-so-arrogant mouth I love?”
“Good plan.”
I didn’t give him any further opportunity to talk. I fitted my lips to his and swept my tongue into his mouth, teasing, then retreated. His arms closed around me tighter and I reveled in the strength and heat that he was infusing into my body.
His teeth nipped at my lower lip before swiping his tongue across to sooth the little sharp pull of pain.
Then, he released the grip of his legs back to my sides and trailed his hands down to rest over the globes of my butt. His big hands kneaded me over the fabric of my panties, as he pulled me harder into his body. I could plainly feel the solid ridge of his erection pressed to my belly.
“Take them off. I want to feel your hands on all
of me,” I demanded and he immediately complied by hooking his thumbs into the light elastic and pushing them down over my hips to my knees. I carefully wiggled them the rest of the way down my legs and off.
Before I knew it, he had his hands over my butt again and was rocking my hips into his. My clit was tingling, aching to be touched and I could feel the slickness of my pussy ready and aching for him.
As if reading my mind, he trailed his fingers down the cleft in my butt and ran his fingers through the wetness coating my feminine centre. His fingers parted me, teased me, stroked me, before finally coming to pause and play with my clit.
A breath hissed from between my teeth at the first crazy caress of his finger over my clit. He wriggled his hips a fraction and his finger over my clit was replaced with the blunt head of his engorged cock. He made a couple of swipes before dragging his length through my wetness, pausing briefly at my opening, teasing before pulling away in a sharp retreat.
A clear, “ohhh,” slipped from my lips before I realized what I was saying.
“Oh, Soph, you have no idea how much I want to push up into you and take you bare.” His voice sounded pained and I had to check myself from saying, “do it.”
He rolled us to our sides and stroked the hair back from my face. The soft light of the bedside lamp illuminated his face and all I saw was need and tenderness.
“Now that we’re really together, do you think we can take that next step? I want you bare—each time, every time.”
Now was my time…speak Sophia, speak.
I willed the words to come from my throat.
Confess Sophia.
Tell him.
“Seth, um…I forgot to tell you I spoke to the doctor about it the other day. All taken care of.”
I saw the smile spread across his face and a piece of me died inside.
Lies.
More lies.
I was digging myself in deeper and deeper. Why couldn’t I tell him the truth.
I hated myself.
I hated being this weak and scared.
“You didn’t think to tell me?” he asked incredulously. “This is the best present.”
I shrugged and turned my face into his chest. I couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Don’t get all shy on me, babe. I’m a very happy man. I want every part of you.”
He pushed me flat on the bed and brought his body over me in one practiced move.
His arms scooped under my knees in one smooth motion and pushed upwards, my knees coming to rest beside my chest. He plunged in, taking my breath away at the hot, full feeling. Not only had it been weeks since I’d had him inside me, this was different.
This was finally Seth in his entirety. Bare, exposed and mine.
Two smooth strokes later and all thoughts, regrets, and questions were buffeted back by the overwhelming sense of need and heat that he engulfed me with.
Every cell in my body was aching for him to take away the pain and longing he’d created.
Seth was overpowering in not only his physical size and presence but also the sheer intensity he could effortlessly drive me to experience. It was like being on a rollercoaster and a rocket ship all at the same time. One second, I was climbing, reaching, the next, my stomach dropped at the crest of passion only to raise up to experience it all over again. Each time, every time, he did it with consummate ease.
His thrusts became even harder, and I knew immediately what he was doing.
He was claiming me.
Reminding me I belonged to him. That he was up and ready to be the man in my life in every way again.
To own me, consume me.
A roar ripped from his throat and his whole body froze for a second before the unleashed power returned and he ploughed into me with everything he had.
He released the tight hold he had behind my knees and collapsed to his elbows. His chin rested between my breasts. I watched him take a deep, steadying breath and slowly raise his eyes.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever been bare in a woman, Soph. I’m so glad it was you I waited for, babe, and I sure as shit aren’t going to be wearing condoms again—ever.”
He said so much to me with those few words. I reached up and trailed my fingertips down his cheek. Everyday, Seth became more and more open to me. More and more mine. It was exactly what I’d been craving for months. All my wishes were coming true…
The problem was, the more open he became, I seemed to be reciprocating in retreating in equal measures of closure and secrecy.
I was fast becoming the person I’d been trying to coax him from being and I hated myself for it.
23
Seth
“Soph. Take a breath, it’s fine.” I was struggling to understand why she was so damned anxious. I got that it was a big deal meeting the parents for the first time. I was almost thankful we were meeting hers rather than mine. Besides, I was pretty relaxed. Many times, Xander had said how well he got on with them. That gave me hope. I just needed my girl to relax and trust me. I could handle this. I wasn’t a complete dolt when it came to people.
Fuck, most people didn’t realise I could actually manage a boardroom or a field meeting equally well if I put my mind to it.
I reached over and took her hand in mine, before placing it on my thigh. I was back driving again. If I could perform like that in bed, I sure as shit could manage to drive an automatic car. Besides, it was high time I took back all my man cards.
At the rate I was improving, I figured I could line up and help out Xan in a couple of weeks. I wasn’t perfect but now the bone had healed, I was sure as shit pushing the rehab on the muscle and soft tissue and my body was responding. It was as much sheer will power as anything else.
She turned to me briefly. “Sorry, I’m just really nervous for some stupid reason.”
“Why?” I didn’t really understand. It wasn’t like they were crap parents like mine.
“Well, you’re meeting my mum and dad and I guess I didn’t expect it was going to be today.”
“So, what’s the big deal? It’s not like we had other plans, other than to stay in bed and give my hips a further workout.” I was pretty pleased with myself last night. I’d give that little performance a nine and I’d barely had any pain. Not bad, given I was a little out of practice. Tonight, I’d have her screaming my name and begging me for more. That, I really got a kick out of.
I loved it when she was so out of her mind with what I was doing to her she couldn’t string words together. When all she could manage to utter was my name.
“No, it’s just kind of sudden,” she protested.
“Well, you accepted the invitation. You could have always said we had something else on.”
“Well, I was kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place when Mum said she was doing a family roast and Eden and Xan were going as well.” At least having Xan there would break any awkwardness. “Besides, I’m surprised you’re so relaxed about this.”
I shrugged. “It was bound to happen sometime.”
She laughed. “So, should I expect to have to reciprocate? I kind of got the idea that you and your mother weren’t on speaking terms.”
“Nope, no reciprocation required in the family stakes. I think Rachel will call in later in the week, though. She’s nearly done with the latest dance gig in Tokyo. She said she’d call in once she’s had a chance to sleep.”
“Cool. I haven’t seen her in weeks.”
“Me either. She didn’t even manage to come and visit me in hospital.”
Sophia squeezed my leg sharply. “Hang on. Were you not the guy that said don’t bother because she only had a few hours between flights?”
I let out a sigh. “I hate it when you’re right.”
“I don’t think anybody likes being called on their short comings, truthfully.”
Yeah, that was certainly the case.
She stared out the window for a bit, and I wondered for about the millionth time whether she was okay. In the m
onths we’d been hanging out before, never once did I ever get the vibe that something was wrong. Either being in a relationship created a whole knew level of awareness that was either real or imagined or there really was a problem.
“You seriously okay?”
She turned and hit me with a smile that seemed a little too forced, a little too big. “Just don’t mention any of that fainting stuff to Mum. She’s prone to panicking about things like that. I’ve got it under control and I don’t want her worrying.”
I kind of figured that was the stuff that most mum’s wanted to know but whatever. It was her mum. God knew my mum couldn’t give a flying fuck about me and that was just the way I’d come to like it.
As long as she stayed in her little world and didn’t fuck with mine, I was happy.
I pulled up against the curb in front of Sophia’s parents’ place and killed the engine. Sophia was out of my new SUV before I had the chance to move around to help her. Helping girls out of my car wasn’t exactly something I’d often practiced in the past, however, I kind of felt like I wanted to do it for Sophia now. In for a penny, in for a pound.
A few seconds later, I was out and had hit the remote to lock it. She was waiting for me on the front path. I moved in close and put my arm around her shoulders, and dropped a kiss to her temple.
“Let’s do this,” I said a little more confidently than I was perhaps feeling. This was the first time I could ever recall meeting the parents.
Sophia opened the door and I swapped the arm I had around her shoulders for her hand to allow us to move through the doorway.
“Anyone home?” she called.
“Out the back,” someone called from the deep.
She moved through the lounge room and down the hall to the kitchen area. Whatever was cooking smelled damned good. The kitchen and dining area were combined in a largish room. There were glass sliding doors leading out to an outdoor area.
I could see Xan, Eden, and Tori sitting out around a large table. There were a couple as well that had to be Sophia’s mum and dad.
Sophia slid the door open and a woman a little shorter than her stood and wrapped her in a hug. From what I could see, she was blonde and still quite attractive in that middle aged way. Her figure was still trim without being fake or overdone. Soph then moved to her father and gave him a hug as well. Her dad was the long, lanky type and was similar in height to me, although I carried a lot more bulk.
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