Wrestling Desire 2 (A Contemporary Romance) (5 page)

When she made a second pass he
arched, trying to guide himself toward her hand, but she moved her fingers down his legs.

“
If you don’t touch me soon you’re going to pay, sweetheart,” he warned.

She
giggled
the sound akin to the most wonderful music he’d ever heard in his life.  God he loved to hear her laugh.  Too bad she didn’t do it more often. 
“What do you want me to do?” she
asked with such innocence he wondered if maybe there was an actress hidden somewhere inside her. 

“Oh you know exactly what I want you to do.”

A
devilish twinkle
sparked
in her eye
s.  “You’re right, I do.” 

A groan tore from his lips as her fingers wrapped around him and gave a long full stroke.  Then s
he dipped her head, her silky
hair fell over his thighs, shielding her face from him.  At the first touch of her warm mouth on him, he flinched and
moaned again
.  Then she took him and his body lurched.  “Oh fuck, baby.”
His
hand speared through her hair, his fingers
tightened
against her scalp
as he arched into her.
She let him take control and he thrust, taking from her what only she could give him.  The little murmurs and sweet sucking sounds she made drove him crazy. 
Hot and erotic, the sound combined with the velvet glide of h
er tongue
and the oh-so familiar ache began deep in his groin.

Slowly she pulled away and he damn near cried at the loss.  “Please tell me you’re not finished, he begged.

A slow grin claimed her features as she moved with the stealth of a cat.  “Oh, I’m not even close to being finished.”

“
Thank God,” he sighed.  His gaze tracked her as she
crawled up his body, straddled him and
sank down on him in one fluid motion.
  He sucked in a strangled breath and his eyes flared with desire as he watched her take what she wanted.  He loved being in control, both in the ring and in their bed, but on occasion he took great pleasure in giving her control.  This was one of those moments.  He was fully seated within her when
she let out a long
pleasurable sigh.  Very little in the world gave him as much joy as hearing her contented sighs and moans of pleasure while they made love.

Still, as satisfied as she might be, he itched for more.  “Baby, if you don’t start moving I’m going to do it for you.”  That wry smile returned and her
hips began
to roll and undulate creating
a sensual
rhythm
that strangled the very breath in his throat.
She sat astride him, head thrown back in abandon
as she rode him, her hair draped down her back in a curtain of silk that swayed with her rhythm.  She looked like a goddess.  Desperate to touch her, he reached out and cupped her breasts.
His thumbs brushed across her nipples, and she
moaned in response.  He leaned up, wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down to him.
He caressed her bare skin,
his fingers kneading along her back, lower and lower until
cupped her ass. He squeezed and massaged, lifting her before letting her fall back onto
his shaft
.

Her ragged breathing filled the air.  “I’m close,” she murmured, “Come with me.”

He could feel
his own
storm building and reached between them, to rub over her sensitive nub. She raised, up, braced her hands on his chest and ground down on his hand. “Oh God.  Oh God.  Holt!” Her body writhed above him and the contractions damn near pulled him right over the edge.

As she came down from her release a frown slowly appeared on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“You didn’t come.”

“That’s okay.  We can fix that.”  Before she could reply he rolled them over, taking her underneath him. Then he
repositioned himself between her legs and thrust.
Her hands flew to his chest and she let out a contented sigh. 

He moved back and forth,
enjoying the
endorphin
high he
allowing pleasure to
sluice through him
. Sweat beaded his brow,
and his breathing shallowed as the burn in his groin grew.
  The tension became unbearable and then he was thrusting home.  “Hell!”  He muttered as his body jerked and spasmed and he poured part of his very soul into her.

He leaned down
and took her mouth in a gentle kiss, then pulled out and dropped down next to her. 
She turned
to him and curled
herself into his chest. He wrapped both arms around her.
“That was
amazing
,” he murmured as he kissed the top of her head.
“It was,” s
he yawned
and nuzzled
against his chest.
“I wish we could stay this way forever.”

He stroked a hand along her back.  “Me too, baby.  Me too.” 

Emma opened her eyes and a second later bolted for the bathroom.  She didn’t even have time to turn on the light before she dropped to her knees in front of the toilet.  Her stomach lurched and rolled as what remained from dinner came back up. 

“Em? Are you okay?” Holt’s concerned voice came from the doorway, but her stomach wouldn’t stop cramping long enough for her to speak.  Within seconds he was by her side, pulling her hair up and out of the way with one hand while rubbing gentle circles along her back with the other.  “Should I get help?”

She managed to shake her head as dry heaves twisted her stomach.  Finally after another moment she sat back on her heels and rested her head against his chest.  Her skin was damp with sweat and she struggled to regulate her breathing as her stomach continued to churn.

“Are you sure I shouldn’t get help?” Holt asked again. 

Feeling like a limp noodle she shook her head again as her body began to shiver.  “Not yet.”

“Are you sure, baby, because I can call Doctor Andrews.”

Despite a sudden chill through her body, she noted that her stomach began to settle and she started to feel marginally better. She nodded.  “I’m sure.  Help me up.”  Gently he helped her to her feet.  Emma leaned against the bathroom counter and rinsed her mouth.  “I think maybe my stomach’s just upset over everything taking place with you and Bryan.  Or maybe I just ate something that didn’t agree with me, that’s all.” At least she hoped that’s all it was.  Honestly, she hadn’t been feeling right for months, but her stomach really started bothering her a few days ago. She finished and looked at Holt in the mirror.  “Let’s try to get some sleep.”

The concern on his face warmed her heart, but the last thing she wanted was for him to worry.  He had enough on his plate right now without adding her to the mix.  She turned to face him and placed a hand on his bare chest.  The feel of his heart beating beneath her palm filled her with a sense of security.  No matter what curve balls life might throw her direction Holt would be there.  “Please don’t worry.  I’m sure it will pass.”

He stared down at her for a moment before embracing her in a hug.  His lips brushed over her forehead and he sighed.  “Let’s go back to bed.”

When she awoke the next morning the nauseous feeling still lingered, but thankfully she didn’t feel as if she were going to puke again.  Holt rolled over and looked at her. “How you feeling?”

“Okay.” She sat up and took a deep breath.  Maybe the worst was over.  “I think I’m going to grab a shower.”

Holt nodded.  “Take your time and I’ll see if Garrett is up yet.”

Still feeling weak, she made her way to the bathroom, stripped and stepped into the spray.  The hot water felt good against her skin, sluicing through her battered system.  She went to work washing her hair.  Maybe the stress of the last few months had finally caught up with her.  Stress was a funny thing, it had a way of eating at a person and exposing their weaknesses. 

She opened her eyes and immediately closed them again as the room began to spin.  Grasping for purchase she snagged the shower curtain but the movement threw her further off balance and she tumbled head first into the wall and dropped to her knees with a thud.  Her vision blurred and her head lulled to the side as she struggled to stay conscious.

* * *

Holt opened the door to find Jill standing on the other side.  “I’m sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to check on Emma.  She was really upset after what happened last night.” 

“Come on in
.” He stepped back and motioned for Jill to enter.  “She’s in the shower right now.  It’s been a rough night.”  He started to close the door and spotted Garrett walking toward him.

“I’m sorry I overslept,” Garrett offered as he slipped past Holt into the room. 

Holt let the door close behind him as he turned back to his friends.  ”No big deal. We also slept in a little.  Emma had a rough night so I wanted her to rest a little longer.”

Jill frowned.  “That’s twice you said rough night.  What happened?”

Holt glanced at
the closed bathroom door.  “She woke up in the middle of the night puking her guts up.  She thinks it was something she ate, but I’m not so sure.  I think maybe this situation with Bryan is messing with her.”

Jill appeared to consider Holt’s words.  “Come to think of it, she hadn’t looked all that well over the last week or so.  Maybe she’s got the flu or some stomach bug.”

“Maybe,” Holt replied.  “I wish she would have let me call Doctor Andrews though.” He just finished his sentence when a loud thud came from inside the bathroom.  His heart jumped and he went to the door.  “Emma?” He knocked.  “Emma, baby, are you all right?”

His question was met with silence and the fine hair on the back of his neck stood up.  Something was wrong.  He glanced at Jill and Garrett.  “Wait here, I’m going in.”

He opened the door and his heart damn near stopped at the sight before him.  Emma was on her knees draped over the side of the tub and blood dripped from her head. “Emma!  Oh God.”  In two strides he crossed the room and crouched in front of her then brushed her wet hair out of her face.  “Baby, are you with me?”

She lifted her head, her glaze eyes looking up at him and he thanked God she was still conscious. 

“Oh my God,” Jill gasped from the doorway.  “Garrett, go get Doctor Andrews.  Emma is hurt.”  She rushed forward, grabbed a towel off the counter and moved in to help. 

“I got her,” Holt said as he carefully pulled Emma from the tub and lifted her into his arms.  “Get a couple of towels.”

He carried Emma to the bed and gently laid her down.  “Baby, you still with me?”

Emma gave him a small nod.

“Let’s get her dried off.” Jill moved in from the other side of the bed.  Here’s a small towel, see if you can staunch that bleeding.”

Holt took the towel and gently placed it over the cut on Emma’s forehead while Jill set about drying her.  She pulled the sheet up over Emma’s body and draped a towel over her exposed breasts. 

Holt kept his attention focused on Emma’s face looking for any change in her condition.  “Baby,” he whispered as he checked the cut and reapplied pressure when it began to bleed again.  “What happened?”

Emma licked her lips.  “Dizzy,” she managed to say as she swallowed hard.  “Fell.”

“Okay, baby.  Just hang in there, Garrett went for help.” He stroked a shaky hand against her hair as he struggled to keep his fear under control.

“What’s going on?” Doctor Andrews appeared and Holt sent up a prayer of thanks.  Jill stepped back making room for the doc to take her place. 

Holt made quick work of brin
g
ing the doctor up to speed.  “Doc, what’s wrong with her?”

“I don’t know yet, Holt, but let’s see if we can figure it out.”

“What in the hell happened,” Bryan’s panicked voice filled the room.  Holt glanced over his shoulder to see Bryan with Garrett standing not too far away.

“She was sick last night,” Holt explained.  “Then she was in the shower this morning.  Apparently she got dizzy and fell.”

Bryan stepped to the end of the bed and placed a hand on Emma’s leg.  “What’s wrong with her?”

“Don’t
know yet,” Doctor Andrew’s answered as he checked Emma’s vital signs. “Emma, how long have you been feeling sick?”

“A couple of days.”

Holt’s eyes widened with her statement. “A couple of days?  Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“I thought it was stress
,” Emma shrugged. “And I didn’t
want you to worry.”

She didn’t want him to worry. Holt barely refrained from rolling his eyes.  He wanted to throttle her for not telling him, but at the same time he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and protect her from the world.

“Was last night the first time you vomited?” Doctor Andrew’s continued.