Uncaged Love #2: MMA New Adult Contemporary Romance by JJ Knight Read Free Book Online

midair. He rocks against me. I can feel every solid inch through my sweats. I can follow his rhythm, how the thrusts would go if this were for real. I can’t even imagine what it would be like if he were inside me. But the rub against my sensitive parts is excruciating. I want it harder, I want it connected.
    I do something I’ve never done in my whole life and reach down to touch him. My hand snakes between us. I can’t do much in the gloves, but I straighten him so he’s up and down, and the contact is more direct.
    He groans against my mouth and breaks the kiss. His breathing is fast against my neck.
    Now he’s sliding the full length against me, lifting and lowering my body. He steps up to the wall of the cage and pushes me against one of the padded poles. This frees up one hand to snake beneath my shirt.
    When his fingers graze my bare skin, I lurch against him. I can’t believe I’ve waited so long to feel this way. If only I had known. Every part of me is completely on fire.
    Each touch is electric. His thumb crosses a nipple on the outside of my bra, and I jump again. I grind against him, not caring about the burn in my thighs. It’s nothing compared to everything else.
    I want more connection. More skin. I want his mouth on me. The need for release is intense. But I’m not sure there is even anything I could do to myself that would quench this. It will have to be him. I just don’t know how or where.
    A lifetime of hiding is ending. I can’t help myself, but reach for the bottom of my shirt and whip it off. It’s nothing, really, showing the oversized athletic bra, no less than what the other girls wear every day. Colt knows what I’m after, and his mouth covers a breast, his breath hot even through the fabric. He lifts the cell phone out of his way and drops it on my shirt.
    I’m dying. I want to completely forget everything I’ve ever been, and all that I’ve been afraid of. It doesn’t matter where we are. I want to do everything with this man. I don’t care about the risk, getting caught, any consequences. I want to touch him, really touch him. I strip the gloves off my hands. My fingers run through his hair as his teeth find a taut nipple, and my body responds again.
    I memorize the feel of his corded neck, the bulge of his shoulders, and the flexed arms holding me against the cage. I want his mouth on me, right on me. I arch against him, hoping he’ll understand. And he does it, lifting the bottom edge of the bra. I’m exposed, completely at his mercy. When his lips close over my bare breast, it happens. I start to come.
    Colt feels that shudder in me. He knows what it is, and drives his hips against me. Even through the shifting fabric of my sweats, the hard length of him in spandex fighting shorts slides just the right way, triggering another cascade of pleasure. His mouth tugs at my nipple, and now it’s unstoppable. The shock waves cascade through me, and all I can do is hang on. I bury my face in the crook of my elbow to avoid crying out. He holds me until it starts to subside.
    I’m shocked at myself. I can’t believe I’ve just done this. The cool air chills my damp breast, and I shiver. Colt presses me tight against him. We breathe together. I’m not sure what to feel. Ashamed, maybe, that I was so brazen. Desperate, too, because I need him like nothing else I’ve ever felt. Is he weirded out? I don’t seem to have pushed him to where he wants to take it all the way. At least not here, where anyone can walk in.
    He lets my legs come down. I stand a little unsteadily. He tugs my bra back into position.
    I can’t look him in the face, so I lean my forehead on his chest. His arms stay around me.
    “I’ve never met anyone like you,” he says.
    I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
    When I don’t speak, he lifts my chin. His eyes are shining happy. “I am going to fall so hard for you.”
    I realize that I already have.
    The accordion door bangs open. “Break it up,