Jonah leaned forward, his pace growing faster, thrusts deeper, and his hand gripped at my hair, a handful he pulled gently as if asking permission. When I moaned deeply in return, he tugged harder. The pleasure mixed with the sharp pain, a combination that dragged me right off the cliff.
The knot in my abdomen unfurled, and I came. Hard. It felt like an unwinding of years. A flush of gold, and a taste of pure happiness, no matter how fleeting.
I melted into the sofa cushion as Jonah continued to work, my hips moving back to meet his, keeping the rhythm I needed to keep going. He worked me like we’d been together for years, like he knew every inch of my body, understood my needs.
Jonah was better than anyone else I’d ever been with. Caring. Reliable. He showed up, and he listened. He was perfect. Made for me, and only me. Fit me like nobody else ever would.
I needed more: of him, of us.
I took control, dragging him down to the sofa cushions. His goofy, surprised look shifted, in awe as I crawled onto his lap, sliding down his length until I bottomed out.
Working myself, I rode him, watching his eyes roll back in his skull, his hands exploring, pinching at my nipples, pulling at my waist. He was deep inside me, all of him for my pleasure, and I made sure to enjoy every inch like it was the first and only time.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he murmured. “A goddamn angel. Too good for me.”
I dragged my hips to pull every curse from between his lips, revelling in every moan. He kept a hand on my nipple, teasing and pulling, tightening when he knew I craved it. And when he reached down, finding my clit, I came hard again, every feeling in my body amplified.
A rush of pleasure washed over me, every nerve ending buzzing with chemicals and adrenaline. As my muscles slackened after the force of another orgasm, he picked up the pace, fucking me so perfectly from beneath. Every hammer of his hips increased the waves crashing into me. His hand snaked behind my neck, keeping me in place as he kept us both going.
Other men had used me, treated me like I was only for them, and then thrown me away when they were finished. Jonah met me at every point, centring my pleasure, my needs. Even when he was fucking me, hurtling towards his own orgasm, he kept the attention on my clit, telling me how perfect I was, how he’d do anything, how beautiful I looked, how well I took his cock. Every dirty phrase that left his mouth I wanted tattooed on my skin, every word committed to memory.
I didn’t ever want to forget this.
“Kit,” he breathed, his face strained. “I’m gonna—Fuck.”
I felt his orgasm, the sharp twitching, the weight in my stomach as he unloaded. I watched it in the tightness of his shoulders, as the muscles loosened and relaxed, smoothing out as I ran my fingers across the dips. The intensity of his final thrust was enough for me to meet him, pleasure rippling through both of us, joining us together as we fell into one another.
I collapsed into him, my head tucked into the nook of his neck, hair plastered down my back by sweat. Underneath me, his chest rose and fell deeply, his arms curling around my back, holding me close. I could feel his heartbeat, hear it as my ear pressed to his body, letting the slowing, soothing beat calm my own.
“How did I get so lucky,” he asked, his voice hoarse before he cleared his throat, “to find you?”
“I mean, I think it was less luck”—I smiled against his skin, my fingers tracing the lines of his biceps, swearing to myself to remember every detail of his body, every freckle—“and more the fact there’s only one pub in town.”
“A very lucky bar then.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, soft and longing.
I faced him finally. I recognized the feeling expressed in his eyes, felt it in myself. Like this was getting a little too real for comfort, like this might outlast our time in the Highlands.
“You ready?” I asked, my heart squeezing a little too tight for comfort.
His brows drew together. “For what?”
“The second round,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips. “We’ve still got a whole box of condoms to get through, and I don’t plan on wasting a single one.”
The shock on his face lingered a beat longer before a smirk overtook it. Then his mouth was on mine, warm and eager, andagain he reminded me how lucky I was to have found him. No matter how temporary.
sixteen
JONAH
Arms Length - Sam Fender
Come on, slowpoke,” Kit shouted back over at me, her hands pushing her ski goggles from her face. The faint red imprint around her eyes should’ve made her look goofy, but she looked like she’d walked straight off the pages of a winter magazine spread. “I’m beginning to think I should’ve left you on the kiddy slope.”
“I’m fine,” I gritted out, continuing to move forward at the pace of a snail. “It’s been a while.”
If fifteen or so years counted as a while. Not that I’d been good back then, either.
The snow had subsided long enough for the gritters to clear the roads, and the ski resorts were fully open given the thick snow fall. So, Kit had decided this was the perfect excuse to dig out a baby pink skiing outfit from her suitcase and demand that we head to the nearest ski centre.
