Bloody hell, Jonas!Say it. I want to hear it. I need to hear it.
“And now you’re here,” he says instead, “in your pajamas, tempting me…” He lifts his eyes to my face. “Go back to your room. Or, even better, to the attic.”
A short laugh escapes me. “You sound like a horny monk!”
His response is a wordless stare.
“Why the sacrifice?” I tease him again. “Why such restraint? We both know that half of the women currently in your house and dozens more in the audience would love to sleep with you.”
“But there’s only one I want to fuck.”
I gulp in a sharp breath.
There, he said it.
His eyes drill into mine. “This will be your last warning, Margot. Go. Away. Now.”
Slowly, I shake my head.
CHAPTER22
MARGOT
The air around us crackles with electricity. The “pull” that’s underway at this very moment in the doorway of Jonas’s room is too powerful to fight.
I don’t want to fight it.
True to his word, he gives me no further warnings when he pulls me to him. His lips cover mine. They’re so warm, so inviting that I can hardly contain the joy that rises in me. His mouth captures mine more fully. The kiss becomes more demanding, more possessive, which delights me to no end. When his tongue brushes my lower lip, that brief caress sends an avalanche of sensation cascading through me.
I grow hungrier by the second.
The next thing I know, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, making me feel like I’m being swept off my feet, pulled away to a world where there’s only lust. I moan with pleasure. My hands wrap around his neck and I sink into the kiss. Our tongues dance a passionate dance.Forget the waltz!We have now crossed into tango territory. This kiss is raw, sultry, improper. It’s exhilarating.
He draws away just enough to look into my eyes. In a gesture like the one in the library, he lifts a hand to my face. This time with his palm inward. His thumb traces its way up and then down my jawline. His other hand snakes around my waist and draws me closer to him. I’m over the threshold, inside his room.
Inclining his head toward me, he asks, “You know where this is going, don’t you, Margot?”
I begin to nod in assent, but he pinches my chin and holds. “Just to make sure—this won’t be a snog. I want you so badly there’s no way I’m not fucking the hell out of you if you stay.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say no more warnings?”
“I did.” His mouth stretches into a lopsided smile. “Clearly, I broke that promise.”
“You did,” I say tartly.
Something flickers in his dark gaze. “And you said you didn’t do gratitude sex. But now, after the Somers Town attack, you must be swimming in gratitude. Did it make you change your mind?”
“Gratitude has absolutely nothing to do with this.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He eyes me expectantly.
“Yes,” I say. “I solemnly certify that I, Margot Nolan, understand that if I don’t run away right now, then I am most certainly getting laid at some point during the night.”
“At multiple points,” he corrects me.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Jonas pulls me farther into his room and shuts the door.
