Marked, just like I’d wanted.
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KIT
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
We’d been all over each other – hands searching, lips pressed against what little skin was visible, lost in each other under the twilight sky – until soft little snowflakes started falling around us, the winter storm roused again.
Hand in hand, Jonah pulled me from the clearing and back down the path towards the cabins. He’d barely unlocked his front door when we tumbled inside, his body pressing me up against the hallway wall, hands shaking from the cold night as fingers pulled at zips, one unclothing the other, desperate for not only the contact but the heat of each other.
Jonah took a step back, gasping a breath as he raised one leg high, trying to push his boot off. He struggled, jumping desperately on his other leg as he clambered about the small hallway.
“Here, let me help,” I said, stopping myself from giggling at the scene and instead holding the rubber boot to help release his foot.
“Thanks.” He barely had the second boot off before I was against him, his hand circling around my waist, pulling me tight against his body, both our chests heaving. I hadn’t felt this way in a while, as though I were drunk off someone, every touch a shot of white spirit, every kiss a nip of whisky.
Jonah guided me into his bedroom, pressing the door open with my back. We paused at the bottom of his bed, his hands lifting my jumper over my head.
“Needy, needy boy,” I tsked. I liked him desperate, not enough men were. Some took you for granted, thought they were entitled to something so pretty, so soft. Jonah, he looked at me as if I were his first meal in weeks, his hair a mess from both his hat and my fingers pushing through, his eyes fixated on me and me alone. Those lips, red and puffy.
“You have no idea.” His hand pushed under the cotton material, fingers splayed as he skimmed up my torso, the touch light and caressing. The back of my legs met the bed frame, and I went crashing down to the mattress.
I looked up, Jonah towering above me. His face was covered in shadows, the only light from outside, but his lust shone through. He pulled at the tank top, taking his time to run his hand up the length of my body, feeling every curve before allowing me to pull it off, tossing it to the side.
He barely moved as I sat before him, my bra and leggings still on, and revelled in this attention. I leaned back, hands supporting me as I looked up at him, taking in his hungry gaze.
“Whatcha looking at, tennis boy?” I grinned. I was so used to being watched, to being under the spotlight, but nothing made me feel the way he did. It burned on my skin, sizzled almost. Leaving a mark only I would know about.
“Why can’t I look away?” he asked, almost coming to. He pulled off his own top, showing off his sculpted chest and arms, lengths of hard muscle. Then he leaned down, lowering himself to the floor until he got to his knees.
“I think that’s my job,” I murmured. I was paid to be watched and admired. To be beautiful. With him, he made me want to show him every side, not only the pretty but my uglier parts too. The parts I can’t figure out how to fix.
“I feel like from the moment you walked into the pub, Kit…I haven't been able to take my eyes off you.”
I could see him perfectly now, desperation written all over his pretty face, like he’d die if he stopped. My hand caressed his face, moving along his cheekbones until I reached his lips.
I ran my thumb along his lower lip, a soft touch that pulled that knotted cord inside of me tighter. I needed him. I needed him badly.
“What do you want?” I asked, my eyes searching for the answer.
He tilted his head, leaning into my touch. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Maybe I’d like to hear you say it.”
“I want to see you out of these.” Jonah’s hands moved from where they’d been pinned to my hips and instead pushed under the band of my leggings.
“Then take them off.”
Jonah barely breathed as he pulled the material over my arse and down my thighs. He moved so achingly slow that I wasn’t sure if he was savouring every moment or teasing me, but, either way, he didn’t take his eyes from mine the entire time.
“And now?” I asked, somehow managing to keep that cocky edge to my voice.
“Now,” he said, his hands pushing up my legs, feeling across the silky skin. “I wanna show you how good I can be on my knees.”
Jonah pressed between my legs, spreading my thighs wide, and I let him. He lowered himself as I lay back on the bed, my legs going over his shoulders. Hooking a finger to one side of my thong, he pulled it aside.
I felt his hot breath first. Then the delicate press of a kiss at the top, before his lips moved down, working at my centre. He didn’t tease any longer, already too desperate for my taste on his tongue.
