“I want to,” she said before unfastening his trousers, pulling them down, and, with almost the same intensity that he had taken her with, she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around him.
Jonny groaned as he let his head fall back, her mouth slick and wet over him as she moved up and down, fisting him below her lips.
Her movements were unpracticed, but with her eagerness and what he felt for her, it was better than anything he had ever felt before. He never wanted her to stop.
She seemed to deny his wishes, however, for she lifted her head, only to ask, “Is this all right?”
“Oh, Ada,” he groaned. “There’s never been anything better.”
She moved over him, up and down, her tongue swirling around his crown, and it wasn’t long until he was coming into her mouth, and she gripped him hard, taking in every last drop.
When she finished, Jonny grabbed her and tucked her into the crook of his arms, raining kisses over her head.
“You are incredible, you know that?”
“That’s how you make me feel,” she admitted, and he sighed contentedly. If there was one thing he hoped, it was that he would be able to continue to do so for the rest of their lives.
Time would tell.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ada took comfort in Jonny’s hand, flat against her back, as they walked in silence along the docks, lit only by lamplight, which had blurred into hazy halos from the fog that had rolled through.
Ada drew her hood a little lower, the chill brushing her cheeks as her breath puffed in front of her.
Jonny walked beside her, his steps light and measured. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to be this stealthy, as Ada knew well.
She preferred to be by his side rather than the one he was pursuing.
She couldn’t help but sneak peeks at him now and again, remembering the night before.
How he had been tender yet passionate. Caring yet relentless. How she had enjoyed pleasuring him as much as she had receiving from him, and how she wanted to do it again and again.
Jonny’s hand, urging her forward, reminded her that now was not the time to daydream. Ahead of them, Will moved with a natural swagger, although Ada didn’t miss the tightnessof his shoulders and the abruptness of his gestures. He was playing a part, one that he wanted to be rid of soon, and they were here to observe, to discover any information they could gather to help them take down Sharpe, while also providing Will an extra feeling of protection that she hoped he wouldn’t need.
They easily matched his pace, although they stayed well back from him. Ada’s pulse beat quickly, not from fear, but from sharpened awareness.
Danger lurked in every shadow, and Ada understood just how fatal one misstep could be.
Will’s steps slowed, and Jonny wrapped his arm around Ada, pulling her back against him as they stepped into the shadows. Sharpe’s men stood near stacked crates and coiled ropes, some smoking, some drinking, but Ada was well aware they were also watching, their eyes open for any threats that lurked around them.
One man tapped the brim of his cap as Will passed — too casual to be nothing. Another shifted a sack with one foot, nudging it toward a side alley. A lantern on a hook swung once, deliberately.
Signal. Approval. Right to pass.
She nudged Jonny lightly with her gloved fingers, and he nodded at her, having seen it as well.
Footsteps sounded behind them, hard and loud enough to be masculine boots. By unspoken agreement, Ada and Jonny slunk back, closer to the wall, as Jonny tensed beside her, his hands lifted, ready to fight if it became necessary.
He nodded at her to stay to his rear, and when she tried to lean into the wall, she nearly fell backward, realizing that there was a small gap in the buildings behind her. She pressed deeper into the small passage, which smelled of coal and river rot. She reached out, pulling Jonny in after her. His broad shoulders only just fit as they pressed into the deepestshadows while two shapes paused right before them. Had they stayed where they had been, they would have been caught.
One of the men spat on the ground, and the other adjusted his coat. Ada gripped Jonny’s forearm as he stood before her, still tense and ready, but fortunately, the men moved on.
Ada exhaled slowly, and Jonny looked over his shoulder down at her, his expression unreadable in the gloom.
“You saved us,” he murmured.
She allowed a small smile. “I’ve learned a thing or two in my time.”
