Dating A Metro Man

His week of waiting was up and now Seth stood outside Jenna’s apartment contemplating what he would say to her. Regina had declared him sufficiently aware this morning and told him to do what he had to do to fix the rest of his life.

So here he was with his frustrated libido straining at the end of a very short leash, hoping the woman he wanted still wanted him back. As he raised his hand to knock, Jenna opened the door.

It was a toss up which one of them was more surprised.

“Seth? What are you doing here?” Jenna frowned.

She so did not need to see him seconds after she had turned down yet another date with Cristo. Her plans for the evening had been to swing by a job site and then head to the mall for some therapeutic shopping.

“Sorry. Looks like you were headed out,” Seth said quietly, putting his hands in his pockets. “Can I have just a few minutes?”

He had to work hard to keep his gaze on her face and away from the short khaki skirt that fit every one of Jenna’s curves and showed off her legs. She wore a white shirt and short sweater over it that emphasized her breasts. Seth sighed and tried to clear his head of lust so he wouldn’t babble like an idiot.

Jenna wanted to refuse to talk to Seth but she was too curious. He was nervous, edgy, and uncomfortable. It was such a contrast to his normal calm that she found herself motioning him inside.

Seth stepped into Jenna’s small living room. He didn’t sit, but rather stood at the end of her couch.

“You seem upset, Seth. Are you all right?” Jenna asked.

“I’m not upset,” Seth denied automatically. Then realizing what he’d done, Seth laughed without much humor, remembering when he had said the same to her.

“Sorry. Yes, I’m suffering a little, but people don’t actually die from my problem. Though I have wished myself dead a few times in the last week,” he told her, smiling at the irony.

Instead of laughing, Jenna just looked confused. “But you’re not ill?”

“No, I just need to tell you something. I’m trying to figure out how to do it without sounding like a crazy person,” Seth told her, running a nervous hand through his hair and sighing.

He watched Jenna walk to a chair and sit while she waited. The skirt slid up her thighs several inches. He closed his eyes and prayed for self-control while he got out the words.

“When we met, you scared the hell out of me. No, that’s not right. What I felt for you scared the hell out of me. I was just getting my life together. Casey was coming to live with me. I was in my second year of building a business. It was a crazy time. I—I found a way to handle what I felt for you, but in the process I didn’t allow myself to acknowledge your side of things.” Seth stopped, searching Jenna’s face for some glimmer of comprehension, but didn’t find any.

“Look—when you said that I never understood you, I didn’t want to believe the problem was me because I was trying so hard to be a nice guy. So I went to therapy to find out what was wrong with us,” Seth said, pacing in front of her.

Jenna struggled to talk around the lump in her throat. “You—you went into therapy—to talk about—us?”

Jenna looked at him as he nodded. Seth looked as gorgeous to her as ever, as calm and controlled as ever, with the exception of his eyes which looked—Jenna couldn’t think of a good description. Words like scary, dangerous, and overwrought came to mind.

“Since there is no us anymore, I’m not sure I want to know what you concluded, Seth. I think if you left right now, I’d be okay with you not ever telling me what happened in your therapy,” Jenna said honestly, standing again and hooking her purse over her shoulder.

“The problem was mine, Jenna.” Seth walked to her and stood just inches away. He could tell she was ready to bolt.

He put his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for her.

Seth watched as Jenna looked at him with a mixture of panic and longing. His body hardened, and he felt exactly like he did the first time he ever laid eyes on her. He belonged to her—with her. And she belonged with him.

It hadn’t taken Seth long to discover that Jenna Ranger was smart, hard-working, and incredibly beautiful, even if she didn’t seem care about how she looked most of the time. She loved her family, defended her mother even though Alexa drove her crazy, and was a loyal friend when she gave someone a place in her heart.

When she kissed him the first time, Seth had seen his first glimpse of heaven on earth. It had been the same with every kiss since. His world wasn’t ever going to be complete until this woman was a part of his life. There were no substitutes for her.

“I worked hard to restrain the desire I felt for you because I thought I didn’t have time for it in my life. I got completely back in touch with all that passion this week, and I’m bringing it to you now. Even if you still don’t want to date me, I for damn sure don’t want you walking around not knowing how much I want you and have always wanted you.”

With the panic setting in at his words, pride was the only reason Jenna wasn’t running for the door. This was her house. She wasn’t going to run away in a panic. She would simply leave with dignity, Jenna decided.

“Seth, I’m leaving now, and you need to also. Maybe we can talk about this later,” Jenna said, her voice breaking with nerves.

When she started to step away, Seth’s hands shot out of his pockets to catch her arms. His grip was tighter and more desperate than he intended, but now that he was actually touching her, Seth couldn’t rein in his need enough to be gentle.

“You can slug me after this if you have to, but I’ve got to kiss you one time while I feel this way. You’ve got to know how it really is, how it’s been all along. I don’t want to scare you, but I have to kiss you,” he insisted. “In fact, I think I will die if I don’t.”

“Seth, I seriously don’t think this is a good idea. Not now—not like this,” Jenna was panicked at the firm grip he had on her. He was bigger and stronger. She’d have to really hurt him to break away.

“Kiss me back,” Seth commanded. “Get it over with and go on if you have to, but kiss me back, Jenna.”

“I’m having déjà vu. We did this already. It didn’t make a difference,” Jenna said, her voice flat and cold.

“I promise you that was a very different version of me,” Seth said, absolute sureness ringing clear in his statement. “You will never be kissing that passionless man again.”

Jenna’s panic climbed another couple of notches.

Seth held one of her arms gripped tightly in one of his hands while he pulled off her purse and tossed it in the chair with the other. Stepping a fraction closer, Seth cupped Jenna’s beautiful face with a hand that trembled in anticipation. Idiot, he thought. You could have had this all along.

Jenna saw Seth’s eyes change colors and opened her mouth to say something to make him stop, but his lips were on hers before she could get any words out. There was heat. God, there was heat coming out of Seth and into her. His lips practically sizzled moving across hers and the sound of satisfaction he made in his throat and chest had excitement dancing along Jenna’s nerve endings.

Arousal, always instantaneous when Seth touched her, raced through her blood like lightning.

Too late Jenna realized Seth had not been calm at all since he walked through her door. He had come to seduce her. Panic surged again, followed by the resistance Jenna had spent months building against her own feeling of desire for this man. Both warred with the arousal swiftly building inside her until Jenna thought she would lose her mind fighting him and herself.