“Yes. I was going to take this shirt with me when I left.” I had to have something of his to torture myself with.
He growled and nibbled my neck as he crossed the room. His long scruff scraped and tickled my skin, sending delicious shivers down my body.
He set me on the bed and captured my mouth again. With his hands planted next to me, I scooted back to make room for him to crawl on the bed, to get on top of me.
But he didn’t follow. Instead, he kissed his way down my neck while lifting my shirt. Then he backed off enough to draw the top over my head.
An exhale gusted out of him as he dropped the shirt and gawked at my body.
“Fuck me, sunshine. You’ve been covered in sweats the whole time when I could’ve been seeing your perfect tits?” He leaned forward, pressing a strong hand into the comforter, the veins on his forearm prominent.
Tilting his head, he eyed a small white scar at the side of a breast. He traced over the white line with afingertip. Then another scar on my abdomen. And a third.
“What’s this from?” he murmured.
“They tried to find the bleeding after the accident.” My breathing was shallow and my nipples were pebbled so tight I could feel every exhale waft over them. Was this what he’d felt like when I’d massaged him? My fingers twitched to touch him. “You’re, um, entirely overdressed.”
“As long as you’re naked, I don’t care what I’m wearing.” He lifted his gaze to mine while trailing his fingers down my torso, stroking over my belly button and then lower.
I widened my legs like it was a reflex.
His expression turned contemplative, reverent, as he gazed at the junction between my thighs. He bent and hooked my knees over his shoulders.
I gasped and scooted farther up to make room for him.
“Stay right where you’re at. I’m about to find out what sunshine tastes like.”
“Oh, god, Jonah. Don’t tell me you have a mouth as wicked as your fingers.”
His heated look was so full of promise my legs trembled. “I’ve been dreaming about this for a long fucking time.” He dropped a kiss at the base of my abdomen. “You’re right here and spread for me. I must be fucking dreaming.”
“Jonah,” I whimpered.
He dipped his head again and flicked his tongue out, taking a little sample while holding my gaze. A satisfied rumble left him just as he buried his face in my pussy. Hefound my clit and played, licking and sucking and taking what I offered.
I arched my back off the mattress, but my bottom didn’t move. I was in his rock-hard hold, my legs locked in his grip. His hair brushed the sides of my thighs as I writhed beneath him.
“Jonah, oh my god. It feels so good.” Better than ever. There was no hesitation. No poking and muttering. No rushing me to my end so he could seek his pleasure.
Jonah devoured me, but he also savored me. He licked through my slit and prodded inside, and when I squirmed, he did it again. I hated that he’d abandoned my clit but the sensation of him filling me was just as addicting. Then he was back to my nub, circling and teasing. I could tell he was learning—what I liked best, what made my left leg shake, what made me gasp and moan. Then he settled in and used all his newfound knowledge to drive me to the brink and back.
“You’re going to kill me, mountain man.”
The rumble reverberated between my legs and he attacked my clit until I soared to my peak. And then he backed off.
I growled and threaded my fingers through his hair. “You’re playing.”
He stopped. “I want this to last forever because I won’t. Not when it comes to you.”
He made me feel so damn special. The pull that had been between us since we’d been in high school was stronger than ever. For years, each of us had ignored the attraction, but this tie was so much more.
I rolled my hips against his face, still tugging at his head. I needed to come. It didn’t matter that hours ago I’d climaxed against him. The pressure built inside meuntil I swore I hadn’t had a real orgasm in my entire life.
“Jonah,” I whined.
“Hang on, sunshine. I need this to be good.”
The energy swelled bigger, larger. I hung on a precipice. But I finally gave in. I rocked with the rhythm of his tongue, panting, but no longer demanding. I cherished the moment between us. If my heart stopped from the powerful explosion building within me, so be it.
