As if he sensed my total capitulation, he covered my clit with his mouth and sucked, flicking the damn thing with his tongue.
When I detonated, stars blasted behind my eyes. I arched my back so completely off the bed, I thought I was levitating, but Jonah grounded me.
“Jonah!” His name bounced off the walls. The storm outside was cold, but the maelstrom inside was blistering hot and seared away future worries. It was just me and Jonah and that talented mouth of his.
I shook, unconcerned about how I looked or sounded. My cries drowned out the wind. When I sagged into the mattress, depleted, he released me, easing my legs down and kissing his way up my belly.
I barely had the energy to lift my head. “I wasn’t sure I’d survive.”
“I could do that all goddamn night.”
“I definitely wouldn’t make it.” But at the same time, I’d like to find out. A large part of me knew that he’d make sure I was okay. He’d give me death by ecstasy but he’d also make sure not one part of me was harmed or hurting, just like he’d done since he’d rescued me from my wedding.
My legs bracketed his big body. He was half over me,and he sucked one of my hard nipples into his mouth. I groaned as warmth started infusing my core.
I couldn’t possibly be ready to go again.
“Jonah.”
He lifted his head, my nipple popping out of his mouth. His gaze was dark and hot and intent, but also extremely satisfied. The man didn’t say much, but when someone knew what to look for, he said a lot with his expressions.
“I need you inside me.”
Another low growl. Another light kiss, this time between my breasts. “Are you on anything?”
“I had my IUD removed last week.”
He pushed away. “Wait here.”
He went to the bathroom, his halting gait becoming so achingly familiar I didn’t realize how much I missed it when he closed himself up in his shop. He didn’t bother with the light, but he disappeared behind the door, not closing it.
I tipped my legs together and propped myself on my elbows. What was he doing?
When he appeared again, his erection fought against his sweats, and he had a string of little packets in his hand.
“You keep your condoms up here?” I’d raided the little closet in that bathroom for toothpaste, toothbrushes, and razors. I would’ve noticed condoms.
He tossed them on the comforter when he reached the edge of the bed. “I want to make damn sure the trouble is worth forgoing my hand.”
He made himself trek up and down the stairs for condoms? A little discomfort before he could findpleasure with someone else. Didn’t he think he deserved companionship?
I’d have to show him differently. I rolled up and slid to the edge of the mattress. This comforter had a date with the washing machine—and maybe I could tempt Jonah into joining me for laundry time again. “I want to undress you.”
He scoffed and tugged the collar of his sweater.
“Don’t you dare.” I pushed his hands away as I rose. When I slipped my hands under the garment, I made sure to splay my fingers across his hard abdomen. His muscles tensed under my touch.
I pushed the sweater over his head and looked my fill. “Wow.” I trailed my fingers over his defined pecs. A few small scars were visible under the dark hair on his chest that trailed down to disappear under his sweats. “You’re so hard.”
“Jesus, Summer. If you don’t quit looking at me like that, I’m not going to make it through you taking off my pants.”
“But you have, like, a really nice body.” The best I’d seen. Chiseled from marble. Yet his skin was soft and warm. “What do you do in that shop all day?”
“Make furniture.” He stood still for me as I continued to dance my fingers across his body. He peered at me. “You really like what you see?”
I laughed. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I?”
A scowl indented his brow. “My left arm is smaller than my right.”
