And there I stood, completely naked except for my bralette. Yet somehow, he still had his jeans on.
Before I could do anything about that, his fingers stopped wandering and found a place to land between my thighs. And my God, had it ever...
I gasped as he plunged one finger inside me, my head tipping back as a moan ripped out of my throat. He added a second finger, and my breathing became shallow and staggered.
He supported me with his free arm around my back as my knees grew weaker and weaker. He continued to kiss my neck, my jaw, and my ear.
This... I had never... my God...
I could have fallen apart just like that. With just his hot fingers doing their delicious work. Him so rough and strong. Me so delicate in his arms. I could have exploded into a million pieces with just a few more...
His fingers withdrew, and just as I was about to complain, he picked me up in one swift movement and landed me on the kitchen counter. It was ice-cold against my bare thighs, but I only had a second to process the chill before he slid me to the edge and dropped to his knees.
“Jonah,” I squeaked, surprised at his intentions.
“If you think I haven’t thought about doing this at least a million times...” His lopsided grin was startling in the moonlight. His hair was tucked behind his ears. His blue, blue eyes piercing even in the darkness.
I ran my hand over his cheek, memorizing this moment. How could anyone be this beautiful? This incredible?
I stopped wondering as soon as his head disappeared between my thighs. And then it was nothing but a spiraling race toward the edge of a cliff.
My hands gripped the edge of the counter until it dug into my palms. My legs wrapped around his back, anxious for something to hold on to. And then the building began as his tongue and mouth did wicked, exquisite things to the most intimate part of me.
“Fuck, Eliza,” he growled against me. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His mouth kept moving, but not because he was speaking.
The tingles carried over from the work his fingers had started. Small at first. Enough for me to beg him for more. And then there was more of everything. More of him. More of my desire. More of my body slowly unraveling but picking up speed.
I came apart on his mouth, a freefall off the edge of the world, while he gripped my thighs and my heels dug into his shoulder blades. I made noises I had never made before. I saw stars in faraway galaxies I had never visited before.
Jonah didn’t stop until he was sure I was through. And when he stood, his expression was all masculine pride and satisfaction. He stepped between my legs and crushed me against his chest. One hand cradled the back of my head and the other rubbed soothing circles over my shoulder blades.
“Goddamn, Eliza. Should have done that years ago.”
My eyes were closed. A single tear slid down my cheek. I wasn’t sure if it was the relief of hearing he’d wanted this for years too. Or if it was from the epic orgasm he’d just rocked through my body. Either way, I made no effort to swipe it away.
“Years ago, huh?” I couldn’t help but give him shit. I had a thousand questions to ask him, but my brain felt like pudding.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said instead of answering my question. “So fuckingeverything.”
We stayed like that until goose bumps covered my body, and I started shivering. I was still naked after all.
“You’re cold,” he murmured. “I should let you get dressed.”
“Let’s take a hot shower instead,” I suggested, surprised at my own boldness. Maybe this would end up like the first time we tested the waters. But if so, I was going to have my fun first.
He pulled back, looking down at me. His lips were glossy, and that five o’clock shadow darkened his jaw. In short, he was breathtaking. “A shower?”
I shrugged. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”
His eyes darkened, and his jaw ticked. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “I don’t want to rush you...”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be an idiot.” Then I hopped down from the counter and took his hand. Leading him into my bathroom, I regretted the clothes and makeup that seemed to be everywhere.
Although I didn’t think he noticed at all. His eyes were on me and me only. The hunger in his gaze made me shiver for an entirely different reason than the cold night air.
We paused only to shed the rest of his clothes. Up until now, I had seen all the skin Jonah was showing on a fairly regular basis. We’d go swimming or boating all summer, or I’d stop by to cheer on a basketball league practice where he’d been shirtless. And while he was magnificent without his shirt on and had a great set of calves, nothing could have prepared me for the sight of his entire body stripped bare.
His tight calves gave way to muscular thighs dusted in dark hair. His body as a whole was all cut lines and solid muscle. His waist tapered oh-so nicely just beneath the washboard abs of his stomach. And then there was the part of him I had never come close to seeing until now. My mouth went dry at the full sight of him. My desire tightened inside me all over again.
