Jonah rolled onto his back. He ripped the corner of the wrapper with his mouth and slid on the condom. He arched his back and turned slightly, but she had other ideas. They’d tried nearly every position, but she wanted a repeat of her favorite. Roxanne slid her hands over his chest, forcing him down on the mattress. The corner of his mouth curled. Obviously, he enjoyed this one too. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him.
His hands spread out over her thighs, sliding up her stomach to her breasts. The pads of his fingers moved over her nipples as she sat down over his cock. Even with a time crunch, she wouldnot rush it. She pressed her hands to his chest and rode him, feeling Jonah everywhere.
Sex with him was on the next level. Maybe it was their chemistry and attraction. But Roxanne felt something deeper with him. A true connection. Their relationship was still new by most standards, but she couldn’t deny what she felt.
I love him.
His hand caressed over her collarbone, and around her neck. He pulled her closer for a kiss. His tongue slipped past her lips, tangling with hers. She moaned and swiveled her hips. She thought she was in charge being on top, but he’d taken over, pounding inside her.
Her heavy pants echoed through the room, intensifying with her need to come. She was so close.
“Jonah, please.”
He tightened his hold, slamming harder inside her. The pads of his fingers dug into her skin and he deepened their kiss. It was frantic, uncontrolled, lacking the usual finesse.
It was fucking amazing.
She rocked her hips against his until she ripped her mouth away and collapsed against his chest courtesy of her orgasm.
They lay locked together until the call of nature set in, and he slowly rolled her onto her back. She snuggled into the blankets and pillow, watching Jonah get up and leave for the bathroom. He’d better hurry if he didn’t want to get caught naked in the hallway. It’d leave nothing to Holden’s imagination if he got sight of that.
Roxanne covered her yawn and felt her lids get heavy. As much as she would’ve liked to stay up, exhaustion was setting in, and she closed her eyes. The mattress shifted, and she felt his hand wrap over her stomach.
Jonah tugged at her waist, and she turned on her side. His chest brushed against her back as they settled in for the night.
Perfect!
****
Jonah stretched his back, feeling the weight on his chest. Her warmth was a dead giveaway. Roxanne was sprawled over his body.Just where I want her.He was usually a side sleeper unless she was in his bed, which had been most nights recently. He wove his fingers through her hair, brushing the dark strands away from her face. She hadn’t even moved. They’d both been exhausted when they passed out hours ago.
He’d felt off when she'd shown up. Jonah had purposely taken a few days away from her to roll everything over in his mind. Knowing she’d gone to her brothers about Rueben Pryor had set him on edge. Of course, being without her for two days only solidified how hard it would be to lose her. He had no intention of bringing up the past again. He hoped that if he ignored it, she might let it go. And at least for the night, Roxanne did.
He rubbed his eyes. It was still pitch black out with zero light in his room. He glanced over at his clock, taking in the time. It was close to four in the morning. He slowly unraveled from her hold and got out of bed. Getting dressed in the dark was a challenge, but he didn’t want to turn on the lights and risk waking her. Roxanne had passed out almost immediately. He could take some credit for that, but not all. Her client, whom she referred to as the bride-from-hell, was taking a lot out of her and was the primary cause of her exhaustion. He blindly grabbed a shirt from the floor and quietly walked out of his room, closing the door behind him. The hallway was dark, with only the recessed light on the staircase offering a soft glow.
He went downstairs, heading toward the back door. It was rare for him to spend any free time lying in bed. Jonah had a lot on his plate and used his time wisely. He stopped at the fridge,opening the door to grab a few bottles of water. On the top shelf was a brown bag from the local taco joint with a sticky note attached.
J & Rox. Just in case you need to refuel.
Jonah clenched his teeth, recognizing Holden’s handwriting.
This fucking kid.
Jonah grabbed the bag, two waters and headed out the back door to his workshop. He’d spent most of his spare time working on Kenzie’s table. It wasn’t a rush order. In fact, both she and Bogs had been adamant he could take his time. They were aware of his rigorous schedule. Their understanding alone was a push for him to get it done quicker.
Jonah had been in the shop for the last hour working on the table when he heard the door creak. He’d always listened to music while working, but considering the early morning hour, he opted to work in silence. He leaned past the table watching the small figure peer around. She was bundled in a blanket around her shoulders. Her ankles were bare, but from the opening in the front, he could make out a pair of leggings. She’d left a few things in his room over the last few weeks. She hadn’t asked, but he hadn’t objected. Roxanne was spending so much time at his place, it made sense.
He straightened his legs and muffled his laugh when she walked further into the shop. Roxanne’s hair was in disarray, and she wore his T-shirt under the blanket.
“What time is it?” he asked, and she covered her blanket-fisted hand over her mouth, concealing her yawn.
“Somewhere betweenwhy the hell am I upo’clock andit’s way too earlyo’clock.”
Jonah snickered, meeting her near his workbench. He cupped her jaw, dropping a kiss to her lips. By all accounts, Roxanne was still half asleep. It was a wonder she’d made itdown the stairs, through the yard and into his shop without causing damage.
“Why didn’t you stay in bed?” he whispered, sliding his thumbs over the edges of her cheeks.
“You weren’t there.” Her voice was groggy but soft and so very sweet.
