He caught her hips, fingers biting deep, and drove into all that scorching heat. He felt her body coiling around his. Biting down viciously. Heaven and hell. Then she was crying out his name as her body clamped down viciously on his, strangling his cock, milking ropes of seed from him. He emptied himself into her with hard, fierce jerks of his cock until there was nothing left, and he collapsed over the top of her, burying his face in her neck, fighting just to breathe.
Jonas had no idea how long he lay there before he was able to kiss her behind her ear and roll off of her so he wouldn’t suffocate her. “Can you breathe?”
“I think so.”
“Give me a minute, and I’ll get a washcloth and glass of water. I don’t think I can move yet.”
She laughed softly. “I think you wore us both out. Who knew it would be like that with us?”
“I knew.” He had known. He turned his head. “You should have known too.”
That little laugh of hers came again, galvanizing him into action. He rolled off the bed and procured the water and a warm washcloth, handing the glass to her but handling the washcloth duty himself, which made her laugh again. He loved that laugh. She stayed on the bed after drinking the water, with just the sheet over her. Personally, he didn’t see the need for that, so he removed it.
“Are you aware that the plants you have growing right off your front porch are very rare camellias?” she asked, turning her head to look at him.
She looked sated lying on her stomach, her lashes at half mast, her features soft. Jonas slid his hand possessively from the nape of her neck down her spine to the curve of her bottom. He knew he would never take it for granted that she was in his bed.
He shook his head. It wasn’t that he doubted her. She obviously knew her plants, but even though he only had a very basic knowledge of camellias, and he knew there was a wide variety, his home was at a high altitude, and every winter, there was deep snow to contend with.
“I haven’t done any landscaping yet. There shouldn’t be anything growing close to the house. The winters are harsh, and I need to really study which plants will thrive at this elevation. I also wantto make certain I have protection around the house—ground cover, but nothing that will impede my view from the windows.”
“Nevertheless, you have quite a few shrubs growing, and they are camellias. Rare ones. I thought you planted them.” She turned her face back to the pillow. “I’m getting hungry. Do you have groceries here, or do you always eat at the main compound?”
“I keep groceries here. I have a little greenhouse out back. I like fresh vegetables. Ian makes fun of me all the time, but he raids my greenhouse.”
She turned back to look at him. “He makes fun of you for growing veggies?”
“Mostly because I put in the greenhouse before the house was finished. And I slept in it a few times.”
Her eyebrow shot up.
He laughed. “Okay, quite a few times. The greenhouse was the warmest place I had at the time, and there was food inside. Ian caught on after a while. He has this really cool ability to see through walls, so he always knew when the tomatoes were ripe or the cucumbers were ready. I locked my greenhouse on multiple occasions. Darned if my best produce wasn’t stolen anyway. I put cameras in there, didn’t tell a single soul, mostly because I suspected he was the culprit. He’s big too. You’ve seen him. It’s not like he can hide that easily.”
Camellia reached out and gently ran her finger down his face. That little caress was light. He normally avoided anyone touching him, always feeling like a cat with its fur rubbed the wrong way, but with her, it was just the opposite. She managed to make him feel cared for with just a single brush of her finger.
“Did the camera catch him?” Her hand dropped away.
Jonas resisted capturing her wrist and bringing her fingers back to his face. He didn’t want to appear obsessed with her, although he was afraid it might be too late. “Not exactly. The camera wastrained on the door. The door never opened. I realized later that the positioning of the camera was a big mistake, but it took a long time for me to wrap my head around the fact that Ian might have bigger secrets than any of us knew. I don’t know why, since all of us have them. Why shouldn’t he? It’s just that he always appears so easygoing.”
“Does he? He didn’t seem easygoing to me,” Camellia objected. She rolled over, sat up and looked around his bedroom. “Where did you throw my clothes?”
“Do you need clothes?”
“I object to cooking without them and I’m hungry. But keep talking about Ian and the greenhouse. Was it really Ian stealing your produce?”
“Don’t like the idea of you covering up,” Jonas disapproved. He was up immediately though, catching up her shirt where he’d tossed it into the corner. “I can get one of my tees, Camellia. I should have taken more care with your clothes. This is wrinkled. We can hang it in the shower and the steam will take care of it.”
“Thanks, that sounds good.” She took the leggings from him and the clean T-shirt he pulled from one of the built-in drawers. “Get back to Ian and the greenhouse. You have me intrigued.”
“He especially loves fresh berries. I grow them at one end of the greenhouse. He’s always going after the berries.”
Jonas pulled on his jeans and turned to watch her slide off the bed. She moved with fluid grace, the curves of her body so sexy beneath his thin tee. There was no hiding her breasts or hips even with his large tee. It might be long, but it clung to her very feminine shape. He held out his hand to her.
As a young child, he had observed his father constantly putting his arm around his mother. Around her waist. Draping his arm around her shoulders. Coming up behind her and locking both arms around her, high, just under her breasts. He held her handevery chance he got. He would lean in for a kiss. Sometimes the kiss would be just a brush of their lips. Other times he would really kiss her, pulling her tight against his body. He danced with her in their kitchen. By the campfire. After they practiced their act together.
Jonas had loved watching them together. He had never been like other children, finding the way his parents were together “gross.” Maybe it was because his father taught him that expressing love for his mother was a good thing. Healthy and right. His father was open about loving his mother and loving him. He always told Jonas that the physical side of love was as important as the emotional, and not to neglect his woman. To show her she was loved in every way.
Jonas had never felt the need to be continually touching a woman. He’d never wanted to wake up next to one or go to sleep beside one—until now. Now, everything was different. He didn’t want Camellia out of his sight. For the first time, he truly understood why his father always wanted to touch his mother, why he wanted to be with her. It wasn’t about controlling her or possessing her. It was about loving her and feeling driven to keep her safe.
