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Title: Grappling for Position
Author: Melynda Price
Genre: Sports Romance
About Grappling for Position:Willow Scott is sweet, innocent, and 100% untouchable. She’s the epitome of everything MMA fighter Regan “Rapscallion” Matthews has always wanted, but will never have. A woman like her deserves more than a scrapper from the wrong side of the tracks–the Scott’s charity case.
Unfortunately for Regan, his best friend’s little sister is all grown up and she’s tired of playing by the rules. When Willow sees something she wants, she goes after it–damn the consequences–and her sights are set on him. With a shot at the Welterweight title finally within his grasp, Willow Scott is a distraction Regan can’t afford. But this willful woman is determined to make him tap-out.
Willow has been in love with Regan Matthews since she was in pigtails and braces. Over the years, she’s all but given up hope of her brother’s friend returning her affection, but a part of her never stopped praying that someday he would see her as more than Kyle Scott’s annoying little sister. If Willow has her way that’s all about to change, and Regan must decide if he’s willing to risk losing his best friend and the Welterweight title for a woman he doesn’t deserve but cannot live without.
**All Against the Cage books can be read as stand-alones**
Navigating the out-of-place furniture in her room, he doubted she even noticed the mess as he laid her on the bed. Her skirt hiked up her thighs, exposing a wealth of slender, shapely legs. Slowly, her knees parted, an invitation to join her that he couldn’t refuse. Her panties were the same lacy pale pink as her bra. He climbed onto her mattress, between her legs, pausing at her knee and pressing his lips to the inside bend.
She flinched at the contact, another reminder of her innocence. He’d never been with a virgin before, wasn’t sure how to handle one—gentle wasn’t his style. Then again, neither was Willow. She was sweet, wholesome, and pure—and she deserved a hell of a lot better than a man-whore like him.
The women he was used to were cage-banging groupies searching for nothing more than a cock to rock on for the night and a wild story to tell their friends in the morning. He’d been happy to oblige. But this was nothing like that. Fuck, he felt like a virgin. And in a sense, he kinda was, because he had never made love to a woman. And that was exactly what this was with Willow. He loved her. He loved her, and it scared the ever-loving shit out of him.
It was just supposed to be a kiss—that was all. How had this spark turned into a forest fire so damn fast? He wanted her. He wanted her more than anything he’d ever wanted in his entire life, and, as right as this felt, his mind screamed at him to stop. Kyle would never forgive him for this—for taking his little sister’s virginity. But maybe he didn’t have to. Maybe he could be with Willow without being with her. If he could just leave her purity intact, then he might be able to sate the beast inside him and still look his friend in the eye. And God help him, he wanted to taste her.
He moved up a few inches before pressing another kiss to her soft flesh, his hands blazing the trail as he worked his way up to the juncture of her thighs. The closer he got, the closer he drew to the point of no return. Her mouthwatering scent pervaded his senses, making him dizzy with lust as his heart hammered inside his chest in a chaotic rhythm. Her breaths grew shallow and rapid the closer he got to the forbidden fruit beneath this scrap of lace and cotton.
He nipped, licked, and sucked the sensitive skin at her inner thigh, gently brushing the back of his knuckles over the cloth barrier that covered her entrance. On the next sweep, he slipped his fingers beneath her panties, encountering her satiny folds. He groaned as her hot moisture slickened his fingertips. Raw need fisted hard in his gut, a pain unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Regan curled his fingers, gripping the crotch of her panties, and with a hard tug, ripped them free.
Before Willow could have second thoughts or, God forbid, try to stop him, Regan dipped his head and tasted the flesh he’d dreamed of. Her hips bucked, a startled gasp fracturing the air, followed by the sweetest moan he’d ever heard. He almost came right then and there, and from that moment on, all rational thought fled his mind. Her pleasure became his sole purpose. The feel of her, the taste of her, was like a drug, and with one hit he was fucking addicted.
Her legs fell apart to make room for his wide shoulders as he slipped his hands beneath her bottom and began to feast on her virgin flesh. Mine… The alpha in him growled, the claim resonating inside Regan’s head and taking root in his heart. Willow belonged to him now—body, mind, and soul.