This was what she wanted without even realizing it. Jonah was losing a little control with his desperate need for her, and it was sending her over the edge.
Twice in one night? This man just achieved legendary status on her list. She wrapped her heel over his thigh, riding the wave of another orgasm, and felt Jonah lock into her pussy with a guttural groan, his weight bearing down on her as he came.
Best sex ever!
****
Jonah could’ve spent the next twelve hours in bed worshipping her body. Once wouldn’t be enough. Her lips skimmed over his neck as he dropped his hand over her ass, caressing her skin. She’d been lying on top of him naked for the past twenty minutes. He couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, he’d been so content with a woman in his space. And his arms. Usually after sex, he was mentally preparing for his departure. Not with Roxanne. He threaded his hand through her hair. It was soft and silky with a flowery scent.
Jonah had no immediate plans to leave his bed, but his body forced his hand. A low rumbling growl from his stomach served as a reminder that they hadn’t eaten their burgers and fries. He’d brought them into the house from the workshop and left them on the counter in the kitchen.
Roxanne giggled and playfully patted his belly.
“I’m hungry too.”
Jonah kissed her head, smiling. Reluctantly, he unraveled her from his hold and sat up, dropping his feet to the floor. They’d eat, and hopefully, she’d be up for staying the night. Hewanted to take full advantage of having the house to themselves. It was a rarity. As if she’d read his mind, her hand caressed his back, and he glanced over his shoulder.
“What do you say we fuel up and then come back to bed?”
“Yeah,” he said, which earned him a bright smile.
As predicted, once with her wouldn’t be enough.
He grabbed his jeans from the floor and noticed the mattress dip. He turned just enough to catch her slinking out of his bed. Her body was perfection, and he instantly felt the tightening at his zipper. He usually needed a little more time to recoup from sex, but Roxanne was changing that.
Jonah watched as she slid her panties up her toned, tanned thighs. He expected her to reach for her bra. Instead, she grabbed his gray T-shirt next to it and pulled it over her head, the hem falling to just above her knees. She untucked her hair from the collar and smiled up at him. There was something incredibly sexy about her wearing his shirt.
“What?”
His lips twitched. “You stole my shirt.”
“Yeah.” She sauntered toward him, stopping a foot away. “You want it back? You’ll have to take it off me.”
A challenge. He’d accept it, but only after he fed her.
They walked through the second-floor hallway. It wasn’t completely renovated. He was waiting until all the bedrooms and bathroom were done. He had a lot of ideas, which would take time and money to bring to fruition, but it’d be worth the wait.
He led her downstairs and through the living room to the kitchen. He turned on the oven and grabbed a sheet pan from the bottom cabinet. When he turned to grab the food, she was leaning against the counter with her hands tucked behind her and a small smile playing on her lips. He’d been with good-looking women in the past, but none on her level. Even with hermakeup slightly smeared and her hair in disarray, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
They needed to eat. He had plans for her, which included little sleep and lots of energy. Refueling was important. But Jonah couldn’t resist. He stalked toward her, looping his arm around her waist. He heard a slight gasp before her hands gripped his biceps. She curled deeper into his chest, glancing up through her lashes.
“I’m really not that hungry,” she whispered.
It was his undoing. He kissed her.
Jonah’s only thought was getting her back in his bed. He drove his hand through her hair, tugging lightly until her neck arched, giving him full access. He swept his lips across her throat, earning him a soft moan, which only added to his need to take her once again.
Jonah was so distracted and in his own world with her, he’d missed the sound of a key in the lock.
“Oh, shit!”
Jonah tore his mouth from her neck, jerking his head and silently cursing. Holden stood in the doorway, his eyes darting between him and Roxanne. There was no way of downplaying the situation. He was bare-chested in only his jeans, and she was bottomless in just a shirt.My T-shirt.
“I thought you were staying over at Luke’s.”
Holden smirked. “Clearly.”
Fuck!
