Fighting to Win (Rocky River Fighters 4)

Throat tight, she squeezed her eyes shut briefly as she shook her head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…” Unable to continue, she looked at him helplessly and shrugged.

His frown deepened for a moment before clearing, realization dawning in his eyes. “Holly, is this about your leg? Sweetheart, there is absolutely nothing about you I’ll think is anything less than beautiful. And that includes your leg.”

Unsure, she searched his eyes. “Maybe we could turn out the lights?”

“Baby, no,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss her. “I mean, we can if that’s what you need, but I want to see you. All of you. You’re gorgeous, and I love every part of you, leg included. A few scars aren’t going to change that. I’ll love them just as much as I love every other inch of you.”

Tears pressing against her eyes, she swallowed hard and sought her voice. “It’s more than just a few scars, Ian. It’s a web of scars, from my thigh down, and there are even chunks of muscle and stuff missing in places. Ugly dents and craters. I don’t—I don’t let anyone see my leg.”

“I’m not just anyone, Holly, and I’ll think it’s beautiful, no matter what it looks like, because it’s a part of you. But if you need me to turn the light out, I will. Just say the word. I want what you want, sweetheart.”

Breathing deeply, she dug down deep to find her courage. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pushed her skirt off. Nervous to her soul, she waited for his eyes to dart to her leg, waited to see revulsion fill the bright blue depths.

But once again, he surprised her. Keeping his eyes steady on hers, he leaned in and kissed her deeply for a long moment. Pulling back, he ran his eyes down her body, and she stiffened, but he ignored it. Sliding down to her feet, he took her foot in his hand and placed a soft kiss to her sole. Gasping, she giggled as his facial hair tickled her foot, and then all laughter fled as he started kissing his way up her bad leg.

Tears burned her eyes again, but this time they were good tears, her heart near to bursting. He kissed every scar, every dent in her skin, caressing with his lips and tongue. She felt worshipped, and the fact that she felt like that while he was paying attention to her bad leg, was an amazing feeling she couldn’t describe if she wanted to. But the sweetness of the moment didn’t detract from the desire she felt, from the heat boiling over in her blood and scorching her skin.

His lips reached her hip, and she expected him to make his way up her body. But he shocked her, shouldering his way between her legs and burying his face between her thighs. Gasping in surprise, her legs automatically tried to close, but he held them open, licking a slow path up her wet center. Moaning, she thrust her fingers into the long strands of his hair, clutching tightly as the sensations and pleasure washed over her.

Licking another line, on the next go he pushed his tongue inside, finding her clit and immediately setting to work. Eyes rolling back in her head, she arched her back as his tongue circled her clit, going faster and firmer with every rotation. Blood singing in her veins, she gasped out his name, tugging his hair and undulating her hips, unable to keep still. Following her every move effortlessly, he suddenly sucked her clit in his mouth, and that was all it took.

With a loud cry, Holly came, body convulsing as pleasure shot her high into the sky, higher than she thought she’d ever fly. It felt like it went on and on, the never-ending orgasm. Every time she started to come down, Ian pushed her back up over the edge, and she was soaring all over again.

Finally, too sensitive, she pushed his head away, body shaking and gasping for air. That had been more intense than anything she’d experienced before, and she wasn’t sure how to handle it. How was it possible to feel so much pleasure, pleasure so acute it was on the edge of pain, and still be in one piece? And yet, here she was, still whole, still breathing. And, watching as Ian crawled back over her body, muscles bunching, skin gleaming in the light, still capable of feeling desire.

How could she want him again so quickly after that earth shattering and mind blowing orgasm? And yet, she did. Desperately. She needed to feel him inside her.

Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back to gaze in her eyes. “Was that okay, sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“More than okay,” she whispered breathlessly, unable to find her voice. “That was unbelievably amazing, Ian. And this probably makes me greedy, but I want more. I want to feel you inside me.”

Eyes darkening, he sucked in a breath, leaning down to nip her bottom lip hard. “Your wish is my command, Holly. Always.”

Pulling back, he quickly shucked his jeans, and was back between her thighs before she could catch her breath. She longed to see him, all of him, but he’d been too quick for her to get more than a glimpse. But she could feel him, and what she felt took her breath all over again.

Staring intently into her eyes, he lined himself up at her entrance. In one long thrust, he pushed himself inside her, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. She fought to keep her eyes open as he held himself still, giving her time to get used to his size, but it was all she could do not to close them at the ecstasy rolling through her.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he murmured, voice gravelly and strained. “I want to see them, want to look into them as I make love to you.”

Giving him a small nod, she forced herself to keep her eyes locked with his as he slowly pulled out and pushed his way back in. The sensations washing over her were almost more than she could take, and she watched as he gritted his teeth, a muscle jumping in his jaw, as he pushed himself back inside. He kept up that slow, torturous pace for what felt like hours, and finally she tightened her thighs around his hips and cupped his cheek.

“I’m not delicate. I won’t break. I know you’re holding back for my sake, but you don’t need to. I don’t want you to. I want everything you can give me. Leg or not, I’m not an invalid, and I don’t want you to treat me like one.”

The sheen of sweat on his forehead gleamed as he shook his head. “I’m not going slow because I think you’re an invalid, or even because of your leg. I’m going slow because it’s what you deserve. The sweetness of life, the joy. I wanted us both to savor it.”

She cleared her throat, trying to find her voice. “I appreciate that. And I am savoring it. Any other time, I’d love going slow. But I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to be with you like this, and I don’t want slow. I want to feel. So give me more, Ian. Now.”

Ian searched her eyes for a brief moment, and then without warning, pulled out fast and slammed back in. Moaning, she was unable to help rolling her eyes back in her head, but as soon as she was able, she opened them and locked gazes with him again. Wrapping her legs around his hips and ignoring the twinge of protest in her bad leg, she gave him a quick nod of approval.

Not wasting any more time, he repeated the motion, his hips slapping against hers, the sound echoing through the room. Over and over, he slammed into her, and the feel of him moving inside of her was more than she could take. She felt it all, and it was amazing, and overwhelming, and everything.

Reaching a hand under her hips, Ian angled their hips, and the change lit something up inside her she wasn’t aware she had. Stiffening for a moment, she cried out as she came, so hard she almost blacked out. Her body was almost spasming, and she could feel her core tightening around Ian’s hardness inside her.

With a curse, he slammed inside her one last time, holding himself still as he let go. She could feel it all, from the way he rippled inside her, to the feel of his warmth coating her insides. Every action felt amplified, and it was glorious, and amazing, and overwhelming. So overwhelming.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he remained inside her as they both fought for breath, their chests heaving, trying to take in air. They eventually calmed, and he kissed her gently, lovingly, and she imagined she could feel everything he was trying to make her feel. And it was everything she was, and it was, well—everything.

He stayed inside her, kissing her over and over, until he softened inside her. Pulling out, he collapsed on the bed and immediately pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly despite their sweat slicked bodies.