Dating a Metro Man by Donna McDonald Page B

when the tiny piece of cloth finally fell away from her into his hands. He was sitting in a chair in a storage room with his pants around his ankles and couldn’t care less. Pulling Jenna unceremoniously down and onto him, he used her hips to guide her until he had encased the full hard length of his erection completely inside her again. His relief to have her was as profound as the urge to make her scream was pressing.
    “Finding you under all those layers was like uncovering a treasure,” Seth said once he was buried inside her.
    Jenna giggled. “You can liberate me from my underwear anytime, but those text messages already have me hovering on the edge. Move it, Carter. You made me want you, now deliver the goods.”
    “I’m damn glad we practiced this position already,” he whispered against her mouth, “I don’t want to keep you from your duties. I swear I’ll be fast. I just had to do this now. Three days is a long time to wait, but you sure as hell are always worth it—every time.”
    Jenna rocked back and forth. “I’m not going to last long. I figured out what worked best last time. This time I—Seth. Seth!”
    Seth fastened his mouth to Jenna’s and rocked up into her, swallowing her sounds of climax with his mouth. Another five seconds of her rocking on him and calling his name, and Seth felt himself falling over the edge into bliss with her. This was a hell of a position for them. Three days of wanting, ten minutes of texting, and then they lasted less than five minutes together. Problem was now that the first wave had crashed on the shore for both of them, Seth didn’t want to let go of the ocean. He scooped Jenna’s hips into his hands and held her on him to keep the connection.
    “Once is never enough with you,” Seth told her sincerely, leaning his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry. It just isn’t. I hope you don’t think I’m just an awful guy who’s never satisfied.”
    Jenna sat astride Seth and laughed at the serious concern in his face. “Do you think I’m dumb enough to think badly of a man who likes sex as much as I do? Your sex drive is not a problem for me—or at least it’s not a problem yet. It thrills me every time I climax to have you practically begging for a chance to give me another one. I’d stay now, but if I don’t go back to Lauren soon, everyone I know will think something is wrong and come looking for me.”
    Seth let her hips go and helped her slide off him, having to catch Jenna when she wobbled as she stood. Knowing being with him had made her legs weak brought him a dark, dark pleasure. And Seth wanted nothing more than to make it worse for her. If he thought about it too long, he’d be hard and aching again.
    “This was not just wedding sex in a closet for me, Jenna. You have no idea how badly I want to throw you over my shoulder and just leave with you. I want to go someplace I can do what I want to you as often as I want until neither of us can even walk. I want to exhaust you, feed you, sleep with you, and then wake up and do it all over again. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. I mean it when I say that I need you. I’d do a lot to keep you in my bed,” Seth told her.
    “Fortunately for me, and my duties to Lauren, you are not a cave man,” Jenna teased, smoothing her dress back into place.
    “Cave man. Metro man. Hell—I don’t know what kind of man I am anymore,” Seth said honestly, making her laugh.
    “Cave man about sex. Metro man about everything else. Not a bad combination,” Jenna said sincerely, tugging on her dress until it felt almost normal again.
    “The only thing I’m sure about is that this longing is about you,” Seth told her, but inside he was thinking he knew it exactly what it was. He was finally getting to express some of his love for Jenna, even if it was just the physical part. Problem was—he wanted a hell of a lot more.
    Jenna closed her eyes. “Can I come by your house later tonight?”
    “Yes.