Page 43 of Fight for Forever
Joey leans forward, and drops his forehead against mine, his eyes darkening in a way I haven’t seen on a man in a long time. When Michael wanted sex, he looked at me hungrily, more predatory, even though he never forced me.
I push him out of my head. He doesn’t belong here.
This, his stare, has me weak at the knees.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” Joey asks.
“I might.”
“Fuck,” he groans.
I push off one glove, then the other, barely breaking contact with him. His chest heaves and it’s clear he’s holding himself back. That makes me want his touch even more. Raising my arms, I keep my eyes locked on him until my hands are resting on his shoulders. Joey still hasn’t touched me, but his throat works as he swallows, his eyes grow hooded, and I feel a sudden sense of power.
He’s waiting for me, giving over control. And I lose it.
I lift and press my mouth to his. It only takes a few seconds before Joey’s hands wrap around my waist, pulling me against him, and his head lowers to make it easier for us to kiss.
It’s different from last night. We’re not so gentle as our mouths open to one another and the deeper we kiss, the tighter he holds me. He angles my head to go even deeper, and a growl rumbles in his chest that has my knees weakening. Joey must feel it because his hands tighten at my waist and he straightens me up, our kiss breaking.
“Is this okay?” he whispers. “Can I touch you?”
It melts my heart that he asks, and it also sets me on fire that he wants to.
I stare him straight in the eyes and nod. I’m desperate for him to touch me.
“Yes.”
Chapter Seventeen
Despite thatyes, I still don’t go in for the kill, like I would normally. Until this point, I’d done my best not to press my body up against hers. My dick is rock hard. I don’t want to scare her off. She may make all the first moves here, but that doesn’t mean she wants me shoving that up against her.
What I want to do is put my hands under her ass and lift her, press her into the wall and grind against her, but I’m still too hesitant to go that far.
“Joey,” her sweet voice breaks me out of the spiral of what I should or shouldn’t do.
Her warm palm presses against my cheek, forcing me to look at her. Her eyes are just as hooded as I’m sure mine are. It’s written all over her face. She wants this.
“I won’t break,” she says. “Please don’t treat me as though I will.”
Our eyes lock and I try to make sense of those words, of what she is saying. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t.”
She doesn’t mean she won’t tell me, she means she won’t need to stop. Fuck.
Despite my size and reputation, I am capable of control. Meg runs her palms down my chest, lower over my abs, making them constrict against her touch. She doesn’t go any lower, but she looks down.
I can take over, but I will always let her take the lead. With that decided, and her granting me permission, I pull her into me and kiss her. She moans as our bodies make full contact. There is no hiding my dick now, especially when Megan pushes further into me, her arms around my neck pulling me as her mouth opens.
My emotions are all over the place. I’ve never felt so fully aware of a woman before. Sure, I always see to the needs of any woman I’m with, but there is never this connection there. The way I feel about Meg is different from any other woman. And not just because I have to treat her with care to make sure no bad memories creep in.
I want her to be in this moment with me. Only me.
My hands glide around her hips, one lowering over the curve of her ass. It looks and feels fucking amazing in her workout shorts. She’s gotten braver with her outfits the longer we’ve trained together, and I’m fucking here for that.
She pushes closer, her kiss getting wilder as I squeeze her ass. I’m so lost in it, I don’t think as I bend, cupping both ass cheeks and lifting her. She makes a squealing sound as I lift her, but her legs wrap around my hips.
“You good?”