Dating a Metro Man (12 page)

“No—of course not. They don’t want anyone to know. I sneaked a peek at the X-Rated text message Seth sent her earlier, or at least my money is on it being him. I just wonder where they snuck off to do it. I’d like to use that hide-away myself and consummate my marriage here. It seems like just the thing a notorious woman like me would do after the board accused me of it and kicked me out of my job here,” Lauren said boldly, grinning at Regina’s laughter.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you said that out loud in this place,” Regina told her, hugging Lauren. “I swear I like you so much better now. I never know what you’re going to say next.”

“Me neither. Don’t tell my husband, okay? If I embarrass him too badly, I’ll have to apologize. I’m not in the mood for that today. I want other things,” Lauren said, eyes glazing over with her carnal thoughts.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you know, I’m actually okay with that for once,” Regina said, laughing.

Regina watched Jenna and Seth glide around the floor and saw Seth whisper something in her ear. Jenna blushed, pulled away and looked up at the man with so much longing Regina wanted to cry. It was even worse when Seth looked back like he wanted to drag her off somewhere.

Damn, I’m good
, Regina thought.

Not that it meant what they felt would last, but at least they weren’t taking their passion for each other to other people. That kind of betrayal was damn hard to fix, as Regina well knew.

But just like Alexa, all Regina could do now was sigh and hope they continued to work things out. Happy endings required a lot of work from both people involved.

The contract builder her firm worked with freed up unexpectedly. The next thing Jenna knew the foundation was poured and the forty-eight-hundred-square-foot mostly ranch home she planned was being framed.

She had to be on site a good deal during the week it was being done as there were a few unusual aspects to contend with, such as allowances for skylights in all the bedrooms and baths. There was also a loft area above the great room that would eventually be outfitted for office and library space.

Each day Jenna was on site from 6 a.m. until dark, creeping home in the wee hours to sleep so she could do it all over again the next day. She’d been too tired to even think about calling Seth, but was perturbed that he hadn’t called her either. It made her wonder if the longing she felt was just on her end. Didn’t he need her? He said he did, but it had been almost six days now.

As if her thoughts had weaved their way to him, the phone buzzed with a message from him.

If you’re playing hard to get to make it HARDER, it’s working.

Jenna laughed, feeling relieved and several other emotions she wasn’t ready to deal with as she answered him.

Working 16 h days this week. No end in sight. Sorry.

She pressed send, and then immediately regretted not responding in kind to his sexy message. Jenna thought for a moment and then typed again.

So how HARD is it?

Jenna pressed send and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

When the phone finally buzzed, she almost dropped it trying to unlock the screen and see the message.

Against the door. On the floor. 3 more times in the bed HARD.

Jenna sighed, held the phone against her belly as she looked around to see if any of the construction workers were watching her face flush.

How about once late tonight? 11 or after. Best I can do.

Jenna closed her eyes. She would probably be too tired to participate, but what the hell. Let Seth do all the work if he was in such bad shape.

When his reply came, Jenna looked at it and laughed. The man was very honest—at least about sex.

Better than taking matters into my own hands. I need you.

Her question completely answered at last, Jenna returned to work hoping she could get away shortly after dark.

*** *** ***

At ten that night, Jenna got out of the shower and dressed in as few clothes as possible. She pulled on the khaki shirt she’d worn the first time they’d been together and a blue camisole with no bra, not that she ever needed much of one anyway. Over the camisole that matched the color of her eyes, she pulled a lightweight sweater of the same color and headed out to Seth’s.

He was leaning in the doorway of his condo still dressed in formal work clothes when she walked up the sidewalk to his building. Seth motioned with a hand for her to go inside. She got a whiff of expensive cologne and hot aroused male as she walked by him. It was a mouth watering combination.

Jenna heard the door close with a decisive click behind her, and then Seth tugged her into his arms. Seconds later she was plastered hard against the door just like he’d threatened. She shook in his arms as she laughed at his enthusiastic greeting.

“I’m not wearing any underwear this time,” Jenna whispered boldly against Seth’s exploring mouth, which moved from her lips to along her neck and got even more insistent at her words.

“Great. Me neither,” Seth whispered back, holding on to his self-control as fiercely as he held on to her. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m not letting go of you, so unfasten my pants.”

“What if I don’t want to yet?” Jenna teased.

Seth’s hands slid the skirt up to her waist, and then he used them to lift her legs firmly behind her thighs to spread her open for him without any choice in the matter.

“I let you fall and you take the consequences when I finally do get my pants off,” Seth finally answered.

Giggling, Jenna’s hands moved hastily to his pants, quickly freeing him from them. Pushing the very nice material off his hips, she let what she knew were the most expensive pants Seth owned fall to the floor in wrinkled heap.

Seth lifted her even higher, bent his knees, and impaled her with a single steely thrust.

“I warned you,” he said roughly, letting his inner Neanderthal speak for him as Jenna groaned and wiggled on him to take him in more comfortably. “I can’t help how hard I am. Wrap your legs around me.”

By that point, Jenna didn’t have the willpower to refuse him much of anything, so she simply did as he asked.

“Seth,” Jenna called, feeling him move inside her as hard as he had been the very first time they had been together. Weeks later now, she craved his fierce possession, craved it so badly that having him again made her want to weep with relief.

How had she stayed away from him so long this week? How had she come to need him so much?

“Baby, I can’t even feel myself inside you. I’m too damn excited,” Seth complained. “That’s enough of this. I’m sorry, but I need more control.”

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.