Dating A Metro Man

by Donna McDonald

  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.

  Chapter 7

  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 m
inute.

  Even this much was damn satisfying, Jenna concluded, starting at last to move slowly. She didn’t want things ending too soon for either of them. Instead, she wanted to keep him inside her, just where he was now. Everything else was a bonus as far as she was concerned.

  Her attention was drawn from her thoughts when Seth called her name and clutched her hips tightly. When she repeated the action of rising and falling on him again, Seth held her hips for a couple of heartbeats before letting her repeat it. Finally, she grabbed both his hands and pushed them to the side of his head. Her unbuttoned shirt flapped around her and her bra dangled inside it.

  Seth looked at her with raw desire but wasn’t acting on what she saw in his gaze.

  “Stop being so nice,” Jenna said fiercely. “This is not the time. I need you, Seth.”

  Seth met her furious stare without remorse for his actions, his eyes glazed from the pleasure of being inside her while she rode him.

  But not wanting to deny Jenna anything this time—their first mutual time, Seth finally let his body actively seek release. In doing so, he used his greater strength and rolled them over until he could surge in and out of her at will. Reversing their previous situation, Seth now held Jenna wrists at her sides as his gaze locked itself to hers.

  “Jenna,” Seth whispered, her name a reverent prayer for what they doing. Words of love were on the tip of his tongue, but Seth held those back, knowing for sure now Jenna didn’t want to hear them. He couldn’t risk making her upset again. Not now. Not this time. Instead he told her another kind of truth.

  “It’s never been like this with anyone else,” Seth told her, sinking completely into her and pushing deep to emphasize the point. “I’ve never been this hard and aching with a woman before you.”

  “Good,” she keened, lifting her hips and closing her eyes. “Seth—please. Don’t hold back.”

  Seth groaned and gave in to her demands for release, the ones she made out loud and the silent ones her body was making for her. His hands slid from her wrists to link his fingers with hers. He rocked them both over and over until Jenna screamed his name and he groaned in satisfaction at the same time. When he stopped rocking, she was still straining and vibrating around him.

  That’s two, Seth told himself. Then he let his weight carefully come to rest on her intimately and felt her heart beating madly against his. He wondered how many more times he could push Jenna over the edge tonight.

  “Don’t move and don’t make me let you go yet,” Seth ordered softly, needing to absorb the reality of Jenna’s body compliant and resting beneath his at last. He wanted time to memorize their first real moment of connection and wanted her to want the same. Their breathing was the only noise in the room for several long minutes.

  Eventually, Seth turned loose of her hands and rolled them to their sides. This time Jenna didn’t disconnect their bodies or pull away. He wondered what she would think if she knew how much he wanted her still, because it was a shock even to him.

  “When do you need to leave,” Seth asked, lifting strands of her hair away from her face and tucking them behind her ear. He kept his voice neutral, but was humbled by how difficult it was not to demand she stay. He was never going to be able to make fun of Casey again, and he owed the man who raised him a huge apology for being disrespectful about his feelings.

  “Soon,” Jenna said firmly. “Why?”

  “I’m not done with you yet tonight, but I understand if you need to go—or want to go,” Seth told her, watching color bloom in her cheeks. He’d just now noticed the lamp he had left burning was still on.

  There hadn’t been a lot of men in Jenna’s sexual experience that ever went a second round, much less a man like Seth who seemed not to have a limit—or at least not one she could find so far. Embarrassment colored her face, but she well knew you couldn’t fix a problem until you knew what kind you had.

  “Am I not satisfying you?” Jenna asked, making herself say the words, though they humiliated her. Men had told her she was beautiful, but of the few she had slept with, none had ever praised her skill in bed. It was simply a matter of not knowing, Jenna told herself. She lifted her chin to wait for Seth’s answer, regardless of how humbling it was to think she might be less than proficient from his point of view.

  Seth considered the earnestness in Jenna’s expression when he answered with the simple truth he had no wish to hide from her anyway. His ego didn’t need stroking. Other things about him did. He wanted her to want to be the woman who did it more than he wanted anything else.

  “Oh, you satisfy me plenty, baby—I’m just backed up with not having sex for a long time. There hasn’t been anyone before you for months, and then—well, there hasn’t been anyone since I met you,” Seth said, smiling at her.

  “Seth, it’s been at least eight months since you met me,” Jenna said quietly.

  “Yes. Probably about a year and half since I had sex with a woman,” Seth told her, unashamed. “Casey was here long before I met you, and I spent more time with him than I did dating. He missed Susan terribly during those first few months he was here. I didn’t want him to feel more alone by seeing me bring a woman home.”

  Jenna reached out a finger and put it on the pulse at the base of his throat. It was calmer now than it had been earlier. Calm was a word she always used condescendingly with Seth. She now knew better. He was patient. He was willing to wait and work for what he wanted. That didn’t seem as bad to her now that she knew he used that approach to everything—including her.

  “How long do you think it will take you to catch up?” Jena asked, her throat tight as she choked out the words. She didn’t really want to think of Seth waiting or why he had done so. She wasn’t ready to like him again for being there for Casey and suffering with his cousin through his loss.

  “I have no idea, but I’m not an animal. I can wait for next time,” Seth said, laughing and holding her serious gaze. “I just wanted to explain why I don’t seem to be able to get enough of you.”

  Jenna separated their bodies then, but she did so nicely. “Is your shower big enough for two people?”

  Seth rolled out of bed, removed the condom from himself, and held out a hand to her. “Absolutely.”

  They washed themselves and each other, not lingering too long. The shower felt more intimate than everything else they had done so far. They talked little and Seth handed her a large bath sheet afterward that almost touched her ankles.

  The woman was at least five foot seven, he thought, but Jenna seemed really petite to him tonight.

  When they finally made it back to the bed, Jenna pushed him back on it with one hand. “I know one thing guaranteed to knock you out and make you sleep,” she told him, bending to kiss his knee and up the inside of his thigh.

  “Jenna, you don’t have to seduce me. I’m already seduced. You certainly don’t have to—you know what I mean,” Seth said roughly, mind reeling as she continued to explore him with her mouth. “Look—I’m not going to be able to stop you if you keep that up.”

  “Good,” Jenna said, “no condom either. I want this without it. After what you told me, I trust you with this. Let me do what I want.”

  Seth laughed as she ran her tongue along the other thigh and back up to run it along his hard, aching erection. “You can always do whatever you want with me. I just didn’t want you to think—Jenna.” With her mouth moving over him and her hair spilling between his legs, all Seth could say was her name.

  When her hands got involved, he grabbed the bed sheets trying to maintain some decorum with her. Not long after, he heard someone calling out in a tortured voice and realized with shock it was him. Still her mouth kept moving even after that until he forgot everything but the woman he was happy to let control him.

  When Jenna finally let go and kissed her way up Seth’s body to his mouth, she devilishly plunged her tongue in deep. It pleased her to hear him whimper into her mouth. His compliance was the headiest pleasure she’d had to
night. If there was pride at his slack jaw and blurred gaze, so what? She’d been motivated, and Seth had been fairly easy to please.

  Payback, Jenna decided, just payback for the first orgasm Seth had given her. She refused to give any other definition to what she had just done to and for him. She certainly wasn’t going to confess that it had been the first time she’d completed that act with any man, or that she wanted to repeat it with him again.

  Drunk on feeling like she was finally in control of at least one thing that happened between them, Jenna quietly acknowledged it was not a sterling character moment for her. But it was a true one for her nature. She was very pleased with herself—and Seth.

  “I need to go now,” Jenna whispered against his lips. “Can I come back in a few days?”

  “Come any time,” Seth said, lifting his hand to her hair again, wishing he could ask her stay so he could hold her. “I’m going to think of a hundred ways to please you between now and then. You’re obviously better in bed than I am, and I’m very competitive.”

  Jenna put her face against his shoulder to stifle her laughter and her pink face. Maybe she had been better than she knew, but it hadn’t mattered until the man beneath her had confirmed it. Her pleasure at the knowledge was going to her head fast and pushing her into wanting to do rash things—like curl up beside him and stay within reach of him.

  “Sex is not a competition,” she told him, still unwilling for him to know that it was just him who inspired her.

  “No. I guess sex isn’t a competition, but I had plans to give you more orgasms than you gave me. Now we’re even,” Seth said seriously. “I owe you.”

  “No, you don’t. We don’t owe each other anything,” Jenna said, pulling away and rolling out of bed to her feet before she could change her mind. “That’s one of the best things about our agreement.”

  Jenna dressed in record time, relenting to come back to bed to kiss Seth once more while he looked at her with heavy lidded eyes still full of appreciation. She appreciated him, too.