Worth Fighting For (Fighting to Be Free 2)

My hands slipped up her back, tangling into her hair, holding her against me as the kiss deepened, and this time when it changed, it morphed into something darker, something desperate, something needy.

The mood in the room thickened as she wriggled on top of me, rubbing against places that were already awake and straining for attention. Her hand fisted into the back of my hair as I pulled away from her mouth and peppered little kisses down the side of her neck, stopping to nip gently at the creamy skin, breathing her in. “I love you,” I murmured against her neck.

She gasped, tilting her head back to give me better access. “I love you, too,” she whispered.

Those words. I’d never expected to hear them again in my life. Those four words made my desire blaze inside me. My hands trailed down her body, cupping her breasts through her top, and I couldn’t hold back a groan of appreciation. I’d forgotten how good this was, how amazing it felt to be close to her, to taste her. Her hips moved, grinding on my crotch through my jeans. She moaned in pleasure and that moan was my undoing. I wanted more, I wanted it all. I just about lost control of myself as lust consumed me. She must have felt it too as she breathed my name, her hands sliding down my chest, rubbing the outline of my shaft through my jeans.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” I groaned, dipping my head and nipping at her shoulder as I slipped my hand under her top and felt her soft, heated skin under my palms.

She fumbled with my belt, her hands shaky with excitement. “Take me, then,” she said, grinding on me.

I stood, lifting her, setting her ass on the edge of the dining table as I stepped between her thighs, my mouth claiming hers in a kiss that made my balls ache. Without breaking the kiss, I pushed her hands away and yanked open my fly. Ellie’s breathing hitched as her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me against her. The kiss broke, and her eyes followed my hand as I shoved my jeans down around my hips, releasing my painfully hard erection.

As her hand fisted around my shaft, my eyes dropped closed and my breath came out in one long groan. “Fuck,” I hissed, thrusting gently into her hand as my mouth claimed hers in another scorching kiss.

I pushed her shorts to the side, my fingers delving inside her folds. My dick hardened even more at the feel of how wet and ready she was for me. My mouth watered at the thought of going down to taste her, but that would have to wait. I needed to be inside her, needed to feel her body wrapped around mine while I fucked her and showed her that the three years apart meant nothing, that I loved her more than anything, and that we were always meant to be together.

“Fuck. So wet,” I gasped, pumping two fingers inside her slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure. “Ellie, I need you. Do I need a condom?” Please say no, please say no! I wanted to feel her, all of her, not have something between us.

She shook her head quickly. “Implant,” she breathed, moving her arm to show me a tiny little scar on the inside of her bicep. I grinned and withdrew my fingers, fisting my shaft and moving toward her entrance.

“Okay?” I asked, wanting to check that this was what she really wanted.

Her eyes flashed with impatience. “Do you want me to beg or what?” she asked, chuckling and tightening her legs around me, tugging me impossibly close.

I raised one eyebrow. “Begging could be fun,” I teased.

“Jamie! Seriously, bloody just...”

Grinning, I thrust inside while she was still speaking, and her words died on her lips as her head tipped back and her eyes fell closed, her breath coming out in one long moan. I gritted my teeth against the sensations and groaned at the pleasurable feeling as her walls gripped me tightly. I’d forgotten how damn good this was with her.

Her fingers bit into my skin as I started to move, slowly at first, but then losing control of myself. It had been too long since we did this. Her eyes met mine as she kissed me fiercely, her body taking me to places I’d dared not even think about for the last couple of years. It was hard, fast, and intense, both of us desperately chasing our end. This was just a joining of bodies, a desperate need to be closer to cement our rekindled relationship.

She sank back on the table, her hips moving in time with mine, matching me thrust for thrust as our passion turned us a little animalistic. When she came, her back arched off the table and her thighs shook as she gasped my name, her fingers scraping at the skin of my back through my shirt. Her tightening around me sent me to my end soon after.

As we both caught our breath, I pinned her down against the table, my body covering hers as I looked over every inch of her flushed face. My love for her was overwhelming. It had always been powerful, but now it felt like it had grown. This second chance she had given me had moved it onto a whole new level. I hadn’t thought it possible that I could love her any more. Her eyes shined with emotion as she looked up at me, stroking my hair away from my sweaty forehead, a contented, lazy smile on her lips.

“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes shining with truth. I was on cloud nine, still flying after my orgasm, and her words just made me soar higher.

“I love you more.” I dipped my head and planted a soft, tender kiss on her lips. “Can I take you upstairs?” I asked, trailing my finger across her collarbone, drawing a little pattern there. “I want to take my time with you. I didn’t get to do all the things I wanted to,” I murmured.

I definitely hadn’t done even a tenth of the things I wanted to do to her; I hadn’t even managed to get her damn clothes off because I was so desperate.

She nodded as her arms slid around my neck. I grinned, holding her against me as I pulled back, bringing her body with me because I didn’t want to lose the connection between us. She squealed, tightening her arms and legs around me as I strode out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “We’ll have to be quiet, my nana and sister are sleeping.”

I nodded in acknowledgment and bounded up the stairs and into her bedroom, stopping to twist the lock on the inside so we wouldn’t be disturbed—just like old times. I didn’t turn on the light; the drapes were open and there was already a soft hue in the bedroom to see by, so I walked her to the bed and set her down, my arousal already spiking again. Hopefully I’d be able to take my time with her this time.

I pulled off my T-shirt in one swift movement while she watched me. As I started to push off my jeans, she switched on the bedside lamp. Soft light filled the room and I froze, my bo

dy stiffening all over as my old insecurities surfaced full force. My jaw tightened and I looked at her face, watching her eyes drag over me slowly, taking in the scars again for the first time in three years. My stomach clenched, waiting to see what her reaction would be again. I was actually terrified—Ellie was the only one who had the power to frighten me like this. What if she didn’t accept them like she had before, what if they turned her off, what if she changed her mind? How would I cope with that?

“Does the light have to be on?” I asked, swallowing my anxiety.

Her head cocked to the side and she raised one eyebrow in question, and then her frown dissipated and understanding crossed her face. A sad smile graced her lips as she pushed herself up onto her knees on the bed, reaching for my hand.

She tugged me to her, her eyes not leaving mine as we were almost on the same level. “Yes, the light has to be on.” My eyes dropped to the bed as her free hand touched my chest, trailing down slowly, feeling the bumps and ridges of scars and welts that would never fade. I shivered, my jaw tightening at the disgust I felt for my body. “Please don’t start this whole thing again. I’ve told you before, your scars make you who you are. They’re nothing to be ashamed of,” she said softly. She bent her head, her eyes catching mine. “I love you, Jamie Cole. I love every part of you, scars and all.” Her fingers traced the longest scar across my stomach and to my hip as her eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering.

“Scars and all?” I repeated, rubbing the back of my neck.

Her hand snaked around to my back, gripping my ass as she pressed her body flush against mine, her hard nipples rubbing my chest through her shirt. “Scars and all,” she confirmed, her eyes showing the truth of her words.

That was exactly what I needed to hear. Another rush of love hit me full force and I crashed my mouth to hers, vowing to be slow and sensual this time as I made love to her on her bed.

When we finally broke apart, my body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and I struggled to catch my breath. I was totally and utterly satiated, and I was pretty sure she was too because she flopped to the side, her hair a mess, her lips swollen from so much kissing and her cheeks flushed with a post-orgasm glow.

“Oh God, I’m exhausted. I’d forgotten how good you are at that,” she mumbled, throwing one arm up to cover her eyes, breathing heavily. “How many calories does sex burn?”

I laughed at the randomness and rolled to the side, draping my arm across her stomach. “I don’t know, why?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “I’ve put on a bit of weight recently. If we keep going like this, I won’t even need to diet, I