Sondrae Bennett - Worth Fighting For

“Good.”

He leaned down, angling for her cheek again, but she was too fast for him. Turning her head, she caught his lips with hers. The box fell to the floor as she reached up and fisted her hands in his shirt. She pulled him in tight until his arms surrounded her.

When he groaned, she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. His taste flooded her senses as she teased his tongue with hers. His arms surrounded her, urging her closer as his lips plundered hers.

From one moment to the next, the kiss changed. No longer was Misty the aggressor. Instead, she was hit by the full force of Cody’s dominance. Without thought, she gave up control, closing her eyes and melting into his embrace. Releasing the material in her fists, Misty ran her hands up his chest, feeling the muscles ripple through his clothes wherever she caressed. God, she couldn’t wait to get him naked. From what she’d already seen and felt, the man was gorgeous, ripped in all the right places.

A moan of denial escaped as he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers but holding her hips still as she tried to thrust against him.

“Not here.” He kissed her nose before pulling away. Tease. The fact he was right only made it worse. Her work studio wasn’t the place for a wild bout of sex, especially considering a dance class was due in a half hour.

“Okay. But you better make good on those promises tonight,” Misty said, gazing at his lips. She was sure hers were similarly red and swollen, and it made her smile. She was so rubbing this in Jen’s face for not believing it would happen.

Classical music didn’t suit her. But Lady Gaga, Misty’s favorite artist, wasn’t what he considered romantic. Something about playing Bad Romance in the background while trying to sweep a girl off her feet seemed wrong. Cody threw up his hands in frustration. None of these CDs worked for tonight.

A hand written case, stuck behind the stereo, caught his eye. He pulled it out and realized it was something his mother had made for him last Christmas. He looked over the playlist. Frank Sinatra, Etta James, Stevie Wonder… This might work.

He popped it in the player, lowering the volume until it played faintly in the background. Then he moved back to the kitchen to check on the chicken in the oven. He wasn’t the best cook in the world, but could handle the basics. And hopefully follow a recipe without screwing up too badly. According to the directions his mother had given him, it still needed a couple minutes, but the smell filled the house, rousing his appetite. Hopefully it would be perfect for Misty.

The doorbell sounded as he uncorked the wine. A rush of excitement bubbled inside him, and he crossed to answer the door. Why had he resisted this for so long? Now that the moment was here, he couldn’t think of anything more right than making love to Misty.

“Hi,” Misty said as soon as he opened the door. His ready smile faltered as he took in what she wore. The dress looked like a large men’s dress shirt cinched with a belt, but the material was wrong. Instead of starched linen, the dress was made of a sapphire colored silk. It clung to her curves, slithering enticingly with each movement. Watching it made his hands clench with the desire to trace those curves.

Working up the willpower to drag his gaze away from her hips proved harder than he anticipated. Then his gaze snagged on breasts. Perfectly shaped, they appeared to be unhindered by a bra. Cody shifted his weight as he hardened, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. In his mind, he imagined sliding that silk off, baring her body to his gaze.

“Aren’t you going to invite me inside?” she asked, causing him to start.

His gaze flew to her smiling one. He’d been standing in the door, blocking the entrance as he gawked at her.

“Of course, come on in.” He held the door open for her. As she eased past him, he saw the slit up the side of her dress, stopping a mere inch below her underwear line, and bit back a groan.

“Everything all right?” she asked.

“That dress is killer.”

“This old thing?”

He found himself returning her smile. It was so easy to let go and have fun around Misty.

She started to walk past him toward the kitchen, but he grabbed her hand, yanking her into his arms. She grunted a little at the impact before laughing, the rich sound filling him with a sense of peace. God, he loved her laugh.

“Hi,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Studying her features, he let his fingertips linger over the curve of her ear until her expression grew serious. When her gaze shifted to his mouth, a haze of anticipation clouding her eyes, he leaned forward, savoring each inch along the way as he grew closer and closer.

The first brush of lips was gentle. But that was all it took for hunger to claw at his belly. He pressed his lips firmly against hers, rubbing his hands sinuously along her back and down over her butt. She moaned as he squeezed the flesh in his hands.

Trailing his lips down, he placed a bite against her jaw, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough for her to feel the force of his passion. Moving lower, he sucked on the flesh on her neck. Her scent was stronger here and he breathed deeply, pulling it in. Against his lips, her pulse raged. He ran his tongue over the beat, pulling her closer as a shiver raced through her.

“I’ve got some wine waiting in the kitchen,” he said, moving them in that direction but unwilling to let her go. Her curves slid against him as they danced backward, his leg slipping between hers as they walked.

“Wine, huh? You don’t have to get me drunk, you know. I’m pretty much a guarantee. Especially if you keep rubbing against me like that,” she joked, a glint of laughter in her eyes.

“Like this?” He thrust his hips forward. His thigh between her legs rubbed against her core, dragging her skirt up. Her head fell backward at the friction, baring her throat to his gaze. Feasting on the creamy expanse with his eyes, he couldn’t resist leaning in and sucking on the hollow of her throat.

Her nails pierced into his shoulders. No, not nails, claws. Drawing forth such primal need in her surprised him. But as he felt one long leg circle his hips, he knew she was beyond control. He ran his hands down to her ass again, lifting upward until her other leg joined the first around his waist. All thoughts of dinner drifted away as he slammed her against the wall behind them.

Control was overrated anyway.

Misty’s back hit the wall, the impact propelling her into Cody. Grabbing his hair, she pulled until his mouth pressed against hers, his lips demanding hers open to allow his tongue to thrust inside. She moaned as it captured hers. He took no prisoners.

Using her legs around his waist, she pulled him tighter against her core. She wanted him so badly. Every thought in her head centered on rolling around naked with him.

On a gasp, she pulled her lips away. Undeterred, he trailed his lips across her cheek and took her earlobe between his teeth.

“The bedroom,” she managed.

Her back left the wall as he carried her the few remaining feet to his open bedroom door. Without wasting any time, he dropped her onto the bed before plunging back in. Heat flooded her as his lips caressed hers, opening them so his tongue could sweep inside. Her dress chaffed against her hardened nipples. She wanted his hands on her, right there.

As if reading her thoughts, his hands reached up to stroke her nipples through the dress. She arched into his touch, rubbing her crotch against his jeans as the sensations rioted inside her. He thrust against her, making her imagine him inside her, moving at the same frantic pace. Leaning back, she tried to unbutton his shirt, needing to run her hands over his skin, but her fingers fumbled until she groaned in frustration against his mouth.