Dating a Metro Man (7 page)

And while she was in his bed or he in hers, Seth decided, he would make double-damn-sure Jenna never felt the urge to shop around for better. The thought of not having to compete with any more Allen Stedman types was another good damn reason to do this.

But they needed some ground rules so he knew for sure there was only him.

“I won’t share you intimately,” Seth said firmly, working to keep the venom out of his voice. “Casual dating is okay I guess, but if want to sleep with another man—just call me and say goodbye.”

“Not a problem,” Jenna said. “I don’t do casual sex. You’re the first sex-only relationship that I’ve ever considered. Let’s call our agreement casual, but monogamous.”

Seth nodded, fighting to keep from grinning, and fighting hard not to dash across the room and throw the damn stubborn woman to the floor again. Jenna had just confessed to wanting only him, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to point that out to her at the moment.

“If either one of us wants out of the deal, what then?” Seth asked, when he could trust himself not to smile like an idiot.

“No harm. No foul.” Jenna crossed her chest as she spoke. “I think that’s only fair.”

“Fine. Since I still want you too—and badly, I can’t see not accepting this deal,” Seth said, walking across the floor to her, stopping only when they were toe to toe.

“Should I expect a call for sex soon?” Seth asked, hoping the elation wasn’t showing so much that he’d scare her away. If Jenna thought he was hard for her last time, the woman was in for an even bigger shock next time around. He’d have to be careful since she had confessed to it hurting before.

Jenna bit her lip, wondering if she dare tell him what she wanted. Again, Seth just seemed to be waiting on her. It was just sex, Jenna reminded herself, and the nature of this type relationship was to just ask—anytime.

“How about now?” The question barely made it out of her mouth, before Seth had his lips searing hers again with the heat she’d been dreaming about for days. Her arms came up to help her wrap herself around him. He felt so damn good. The tension inside her unwound as she groaned his name.

“Take a shower with me,” Seth demanded against her mouth as he broke for air. “I need one, and then I need you.”

Seth pulled the purse off her shoulder with one hand and pulled off the jacket she was wearing with the other. He tossed both on a nearby chair.

When his cell phone rang, they both froze, staring at each other.

“Take it,” Jenna said, lifting her chin. “It doesn’t matter. I’m staying. I need this.”

Seth clamped a hand around her wrist to be sure she couldn’t leave and dragged her with him to the phone on the end table.

Japan, he saw, looking at phone, and then at the clock. Damn it. He had to take the call. He had specifically asked them to call at this time.

“Take it,” Jenna said again, not believing the words coming out of her mouth. She was determined never to get upset over a simple phone call again. That was over. No more hurt feelings. “Take the damn call, and then I want you to—“

Seth closed his mouth hard over Jenna’s, his tongue dancing against hers before she could say words that would make him forget the call entirely. He wanted to be with her now. It was almost as bad as the first time. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was deal with a business call.

He was going to fix that next.

When Seth broke the kiss, he stared hard at Jenna, contemplating his options. She nodded hard to reassure him she meant what she said. Finally, Seth answered the call, speaking Japanese to the person on the line.

Jenna put her hand on Seth’s chest, felt his heart pounding beneath it. The harsh sounding language rolled through him as he spoke, vibrating powerfully through his chest muscles, which were tightening and bunching under her hands. Jenna’s thoughts floated in a lust-filled dreamlike state. At least she had something interesting to do this time while Seth took a business call, she thought wildly, letting her free hand roam. Seth still had a death-grip on the other wrist and showed no signs of being willing to release his hold.

Jenna let her roaming hand find its way down and across a flat stomach, and then even further, exploring new territory. She was barely able to refrain from touching what she wanted to explore, but knew it would destroy his ability to talk on the phone. Seth was already breathing hard. It made her giggle. She wanted to tease him and ask him if he always became short of breath when he spoke Japanese. But that was too friendly a comment to make, and she wouldn’t want him to think she was jealous or cared about his business.

Seth watched Jenna exploring his body, and then heard her wicked giggle. He would definitely never take a phone call on the way to bed with her again. There was no cutting short the cultural courtesies that were expected in the call. But damn it, Seth thought, sighing at the heaven her hands were on his body. He wanted her. A ragged sigh spoke volumes about the twisted emotional state Seth was in.

Jenna understood. With her hands on him, she was so tuned to Seth, that she knew instantly when she had pushed him to the edge of their teasing. Tugging Seth by the wrist he still held of hers, Jenna pulled him down to the couch, and did what she hoped would ease the situation slightly for both of them. She crawled into his lap and put her face against his throat while he talked. Seth let go of her wrist to put his arm around her and hold her close.

Stupid
, Seth thought.
So stupid that he had not been intimate with this woman before
.

He had been so very, very stupid to not celebrate all the passion between them.

Some twenty minutes later Seth hung up the phone only to find that Jenna was fast asleep in his arms. Evidently, he hadn’t been the only one not sleeping. He wrapped his other arm around her and turned them both until they were lying together on his thankfully large couch.

Jenna wouldn’t like this, Seth thought, enjoying the sensation of holding her sleeping body. She also wouldn’t like knowing that Seth wanted this intimacy as much as he wanted to be inside her. Lust still was on him, but love for her had him cradling Jenna in his arms and sighing in contentment.

Seth couldn’t believe that a mere hour ago he thought he’d never speak to her again, and now he held her. He loved Jenna Ranger, would probably always love her.

It was the last conscious thought Seth had before he fell peacefully asleep as well, relieved to have Jenna in his arms at last.

When Seth woke at ten that evening, it was to find he was alone on the couch. The loneliness without her returned in a rush. Then he saw the note under the phone.

Glad we worked out a deal. See you tomorrow night at nine. J.

Not great, Seth thought, wishing Jenna was still sleeping beside him, or better yet waking up to find him inside her as he would have been if she had stayed. But he’d let tomorrow at nine be good enough. At least Jenna was in his life again.

When it came to something this important, Seth would find a way to be a very a patient man.

At eight forty-five the next night, shaved and completely ready for the woman coming through the door in fifteen minutes, Seth paced his living room watching the clock. At eight forty-seven the doorbell rang and he all but ripped the knob off opening it.

Jenna stood there smiling and nervous with an apologetic look on her face.

“I’m a little early,” she said, clearing her throat and fighting not to blush.

“Early is good,” Seth replied hoarsely. Then he grabbed Jenna’s wrist, dragged her across the threshold, and slammed the door behind her before crushing her against it. The purse and sweater she carried fell to the floor unheeded. Seth didn’t let their bodies follow even though he badly wanted to do so.

“Put your arms around my neck,” Seth ordered, lifting her by the hips when she did as he asked. He groaned at the pleasure of having her in his arms for real and lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. When he pushed Jenna against the door again, Seth pushed himself hard between her legs as well. He could feel the heat of her even through the denim that separated them. The sounds of pleasure Jenna made in her throat had Seth shaking in anticipation.

Mine
, he thought.
Thank God. Mine.

The desperation he suddenly felt to make sure Jenna was completely his was almost as strong as it had been the first time.

“Bed now,” Seth said firmly, walking with her still wrapped around him. When they got to his room, he carried her to his king size bed and followed her down, pressing against her with their clothes still on. He kept her legs around him as his hips moved against hers, using his hands to encourage her to stay wrapped around him.

His whispered demands spoke the truth of how he was feeling about her being willingly with him at last. “Hold on to me. Stay with me. Don’t let me go.”

“Okay, but this would be so much better naked,” Jenna stated logically, her voice breaking with every movement of Seth’s body against hers.

“Yes it would,” Seth agreed, pushing against the heat between her legs until he was dizzy with the promise of getting inside her.

Then, never ceasing his rhythmic movements, Seth worked the buttons of her shirt until they were all free. When he found a front clasp bra, he unsnapped it as well, pushing all the clothing off her breasts until they were bared to him. Jenna’s breasts were small, taut, and perfect.

And all mine
, Seth thought again.

He was finally becoming accustomed to how that feeling turned itself into thoughts he never thought to have about any woman
.
It was all Seth could do not to say the words out loud.

Taking one peaked, excited nipple into his mouth, Seth sucked fiercely as he pressed Jenna harder into his bed with each slide of his body against hers. When the climax hit her, Seth felt her clamoring beneath him to get closer, to wrap herself tighter around him. It was all he could to keep from yelling out his success. Seth switched his mouth to her other breast and moved hands to her hips as he carefully rocked the rest of the orgasm away.

That’s one
, Seth thought.
Then he pleased his inner Neanderthal by resting his still aching erection on her now quiet body beneath his. The pride he felt at having satisfied her was second only to the anticipation of making Jenna have another orgasm when he was inside her.

While Seth let her senses settle and her body recover, he lay on Jenna thinking “
mine”
over and over until he suddenly remembered laughing at Casey for saying and thinking the same damn thing about Alexa. Seth ended up laughing at himself even as he pressed harder on Jenna to stake an ownership he finally appreciated and understood.

“Your turn,” Jenna said dryly. “But I want more clothes off first. That didn’t quite do it for me.”

Seth moved hands to her jeans, popping the snap on them and pulling the rest of her shirt free. “That’s enough until I can trust myself not to dive right into you.”

Jenna said nothing for a moment. She could see from Seth’s face he wasn’t teasing.

“Maybe I want you to dive right in,” Jenna said at last, realizing in that moment she meant every word.

“Maybe you do,” Seth said, grinning at the sincerity in her gaze. “That’s not necessarily what I want. It’s just what would happen if you were completely naked right now.”

“Next time I come here I’m going to have on less clothes,” Jenna promised, her words more threat than anything else. She was tracing his wide shoulders with her hands as his laughter rumbled through both of their bodies.

“We’ll never make it to the bed if you do,” he warned, insanely pleased that Jenna had mentioned a next time already. “If you had shown up here in any way naked at all, I would have nailed you against the damn door the moment you stepped through it.”

“Good,” Jenna said quietly. “I’m empty and I want you to fill me up. I’m tired of feeling this way.”

The idea of filling her up had him trembling on top of her. Seth buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent there. He never wanted Jenna to feel unsatisfied again.

“I’m a starving man, Jenna Ranger. It’s not safe to push me past caring about being nice. I might honestly hurt you being too rough,” he told her.

Jenna reached down and pulled the very nice and expensive polo Seth wore up and over his head. Then she reached between them and unsnapped his snug fitting jeans. Reaching inside when she could, Jenna wrapped her hand around the hard evidence of just how much Seth wanted her.

He was absolutely harder than any man she had ever known, and probably could hurt her. Jenna tightened her hand around him, wanting him unrestrained despite the risk. He would hurt her a little and then the discomfort would turn into her finally feeling like everything was right in the world.

As she stroked him inside his clothes, Seth moaned. The sound of his obvious desire for her drove Jenna mad wanting to sate it for him. It made her want to do crazy things like rip his clothes off and beg him to come inside her again. Jenna decided her desire for Seth had to be abnormal, but self-awareness didn’t change the reality of what she had to have or die trying to get.

“Seth, I want you inside me.
Now
,” Jenna whispered fiercely, “stop making me wait.”

Seth rolled off her and away, shucking his jeans and underwear in single motion. He reached out a hand to the bedside table where a handful of condoms were waiting. He opened one, put it on, and then turned back to see Jenna had removed her jeans and underwear, too.

He crawled between her legs and nudged the entrance to where he badly wanted to go again.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “If you cry this time, I’m never touching you physically again. I can’t bear the thought of really hurting you.”

Snorting, Jenna pushed Seth to his side, and then to his back so she could crawl on top on him. “Haven’t you ever heard of playing through the pain? It doesn’t last long.”

She positioned herself over him and slid down, embedding him inside her before Seth could say much about it. When she had taken him in as far as she could, Jenna was breathing hard and fast losing control of herself. She was so in awe of the connection she couldn’t bring herself to move on him for a minute.