Fighting for Keeps (Rocky River Fighters 2)

He searched her eyes for a moment, a slow smile creeping across his face. “When you put it that way, how can I possibly refuse?”

“You can’t,” she said, fresh heat washing over her body as he started to get up.

Impatient to get the rest of the evening going, she started moving before he was standing. Lifting her leg to plant her foot on the couch for leverage, she froze, gasping in horror as her knee hit a very sensitive part of his anatomy. He sucked in a breath, groaning as his head dropped down, not moving a muscle as he held himself suspended above her.

“Bollocks, Seth, are you okay? I’m so freakin’ sorry. Bloody hell, I’m a wanker. What can I do? Seriously, are you all right?”

Eyes tightly shut, head still hanging, he shook it slowly as he sucked in a shaky breath. “Bollocks is right,” he said with a strained laugh. “It’s okay, Amelia. Really. You didn’t hit it hard, more like firmly brushed against it. It’s just that my dick is so sensitive right now, any touch is painful. You didn’t do any damage.”

Could she screw up any more with him? Better not ask that, because she didn’t want to jinx this any more. This time, it wasn’t just her cheeks on fire. She could feel the blush spreading over her whole body. She was usually calm, cool and collected. She didn’t say embarrassing things, or humiliate herself with her actions. But since meeting Seth, that was all she seemed to do.

Eventually, he lifted his head and shot her a smile. “See? All good. It wasn’t that bad. If it had been, I wouldn’t still be harder than a fucking rock for you.”

He stood up quickly, probably to avoid a repeat, and her eyes immediately shot to his groin, taking in the hardness testing the seams of his jeans. She guessed he was telling the truth, and selfishly, she felt relieved. The last thing she wanted to do was stop, and especially because she tried to take out his family jewels.

Holding out a hand for her, he helped her up, keeping hold of it as they made their way up the stairs. She pointed out her room and they moved toward it, but when they were a few feet away, she came to a screeching halt, their connected hands jerking him to a stop, as well.

Turning to her with concern in his eyes, he searched her face as he stepped closer. “Honey, what’s wrong? Look, we don’t have to keep going. I’m fine with stopping. I don’t want to push you, or for you to rush into something you’re not ready for. I can wait, and I’m perfectly okay with sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Her heart warmed at his words, his voice and face completely sincere, even though she could see the strain, the desire to continue, stamped all over him. “No, that’s not it. I want this, and I’m ready for it. I just… well, I don’t want to disappoint you once we get in there.”

“Disappoint me how?” he asked, brow furrowed.

“Remember how I said I wasn’t very experienced with kissing? I’m even less so with making love.”

He searched her face, eyes wide. “You’re a virgin?”

“No, no, not a virgin,” she assured him, cheeks warming again. “I’ve had sex before, but it was a long time

ago. I’m not sure quite what to do, and I’m sure I’ll be pretty horrible at it.”

Shaking his head, he stepped close and cupped her cheek. “There’s no way you’ll be horrible at it, Amelia. Just the simple act of touching your cheek, like I am now, brings me so much pleasure, it’s unreal. Being with you will be mind blowing, regardless of whether you know what to do you or not.” He shook his head again, disbelief in his gaze. “And what the hell is wrong with the men in England, that a woman as gorgeous as you has only had sex once?”

He rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip, and she swallowed hard as she sought to find her voice. “Too much time in the lab, I guess,” she finally replied breathlessly.

“That wouldn’t have stopped me, honey,” he said. “I would have stormed in, thrown you over my shoulder caveman style, and left with you, if that’s what it took. Do you have any other concerns? Because nothing you’ve told me makes me want to hesitate in the least.”

Shaking her head, she sprung up, fusing her mouth to his. This man, this gorgeous, unbelievable man, was far more than she deserved.

Pushing aside the guilt that followed that thought, she pulled back and led him into her bedroom. Once there, she hesitated for a moment, and then shrugged off her still open shirt, watching as his eyes lightened in color again.

Stepping close, he kissed her passionately as he reached behind her and quickly unhooked her bra. Mouth still on hers, he stepped back enough for the straps to slide off, and it fell to the floor. Once it was out of the way, she went in close, plastering her body to his and reveling in the feel of their torsos skin to skin.

Easing his mouth away from hers, he made his way to her ear and kissed down her neck, his hands going to the zipper on her jeans. They trembled slightly as he lowered it, and she couldn’t help feeling powerful as her head fell back, granting him greater access to her neck.

He hooked his hands in her jeans, and as he bent to tug them off, he leaned over and kissed his way down her chest. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance as she pulled her legs out, and when he nibbled on one nipple, and then the other, she dug her fingers into his shoulders, her nails marking his skin.

When she was standing in nothing except her pale blue panties, he stood back up and ran his eyes over her. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but the words died on her tongue as he popped the button on his jeans and slowly eased his zipper down, breath hissing out of his body. Flashing her a look filled with heat, he pulled his jeans and boxers off, and just like that, he was standing naked in front of her.

Not breathing at all, she ran her eyes over him and stalled her perusal when she got to his cock. He was long and thick, standing proud and straining upward. Swallowing, she boldly reached out to touch him. She ran her fingers softly over him, watching as his abs contracted with her touch, before gripping him in her palm. The skin was incredibly soft, and the shaft hard, and she was fascinated by the contrast as she experimentally made a pumping motion with her hand.

Either the last man she was with was exceptionally small, or Seth was exceptionally large. And she never touched the other man, not like she was touching Seth. Her chest started burning and she sucked in a breath, only realizing then that she’d stopped breathing.

Her eyes flew when he put a hand over hers, halting her movements. “Enough, sweetheart. I can’t handle that right now. Maybe one day I’ll be able to, but right now, I want you too much. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you to show up in my life, and I’m on the edge, about to fall over already. I don’t want to go without you.”

Heart jumping at his words, she removed her hand, and keeping her eyes locked with his, she bent over and pulled her panties off. Suddenly shy, she glanced away as she moved to the bed, but once there, she paused and looked over her shoulder.