We’d spent the evening tucked away in a cozy corner of the pub with Archie and Maddie, Jonah whispering trivia answers into my ear and cracking jokes about the quiz master, who got drunker and drunker with each passing question.
“What?” I asked, taken aback as he closed the front door. “How come?”
He grinned, unwrapping his scarf. “Because you sat there distracting me all night.”
“I think it was actually you that was the distraction.” I rolled my eyes, hanging my coat up. I stepped closer, slipping my feet out of my boots. “Hand on my thigh. Whispering answers into my ear.”
He’d sat beside me all night, fingers skimming along the material of my thin tights, easing up and down, playing with the short edge of my skirt.
Jonah closed the gap between us. “You liked it.”
I tried to hold onto the edge of my control, but with the proximity of his body to mine it grew harder and harder. “I think I wrote the answers down wrong.”
“Yeah, well, sitting next to you…” His hands ran up the sides of my legs, skimming a light touch, testing the waters. “It was hard to pay attention to any of the questions.”
“We’re a match made in heaven, aren’t we?” I teased, my heartbeat thumping in my chest.
His lips found mine, the taste as sweet as the rum he’d been drinking. We pushed back into the bedroom, the kiss deepening as my hands clawed at his clothing, growing hungry for more.
When the back of his legs found the bed, he lowered, sitting on the edge.
Jonah looked up at me, his lips puffy, the need darkening his eyes. His hand slid down my side, fingers finding the bottom of my jumper before pushing up and under. Fingers splaying against my waist, gripping against the bare skin.
I lowered myself onto him, skirt pushed up, my core pressed to him. This man had possessed me like some sort of demon. And with him underneath me, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Instead, my palm moved against the roughness of his jaw, a few days of scruff he’d grown out, and his dark eyes flickered up to meet mine, desperation and hunger clear as day.
My lips met his.
It started slowly, his lips pulling against mine, one of his hands finding my jaw as the other glided up, under my top, skimming up every notch of my spine. I ground forward, restraining myself from taking too much quickly. These last few days together, we’d been making the best of our remaining time.When we were this close, at the end of another day, I could feel the time running short, like watching a snowflake melt in the palm of my hand.
I hadn’t meant it to happen, but I found myself falling for this man.
A deep grumble escaped him as I moved my hips forward again, and I couldn’t help the grin across my lips. Moving my mouth to the crook of his neck, fingers clinging to the back of his shirt, I grew desperate for more.
It was a battle between my will and want. My will to savour, to take my time, and the want to let him completely ruin me.
His fingers found purchase, unclipping my bra underneath, and splayed, his rough callouses electric against my soft skin.
“I need you.” His voice was a breathless plea, his head tilted back to expose his neck to me. I could only kiss my way along it, my hands knotting at the bottom of his shirt before urging it over his head.
The frenzy began, and I lost myself in the dip of his collarbone, his sculpted arms, his strong neck. My hands scrambled to touch every inch, lips pressing to every available piece of skin. His hand found my jaw and pulled my mouth to meet his, crushing us together. Our puffy lips fought for dominance, only briefly parting to allow my jumper off, bra going with it. A slip of my tongue against his mouth and we grew deeper, his groans rumbling in the back of his throat.
I needed him. I wanted him. I could have him.
With his arms securing me, Jonah stood up, managing to hold me close as he turned around, pressing my back into the mattress. Jonah’s weight on top of me was a luxury, one I know I wouldn’t have forever, so I revelled in it while I had the chance. His lips left mine, trailing down my jaw, and found every single sensitive spot along my collarbone, pulling desperate gasps from me like flowers from the ground.
My back arched as his hand found my breast, pressed firmly in the way he’d learned I like best, his fingers rough against my nipple. And when his mouth reached the other, his tongue tracing teasing circles around the peaked flesh, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped from between my lips.
My body was an instrument he’d learned to play. He had practiced all the chords and revised the notes. He was an expert, and I was helpless to the tune.
He sucked hard, pulling roughly on the other, sending spikes of electricity down every nerve ending. Between my thighs, I’d grown needy and wet, my lips rising of their own accord, desperate to meet his thick bulge, even if through jeans.
My fingers pushed down his hips, curling under the denim waistband, trying to shove them off.
His laugh was a splintered grumble. “Impatient as always.”
Jonah looked down at me, a cheeky smirk lighting up his face. He was truly beautiful; his dark curls like a crown, eyes filled with heat and longing, and lips so pink. I’d never had a man look at me the way he did, not once. There was longing in his gaze, a slight crease in his eyebrows that told me he also remembered this had an end.
The way he gripped me, his strong fingers circling my bicep, I knew he wouldn’t let go easily. I was sure the hold was strong enough to leave a bruise that would stick around longer than I would, but I wanted it. I wanted every reminder of him I could get.
