“I know,” I murmured against his warm, flushed skin. “I know. I’m sorry. I panicked.”
His hands flew into my hair, curling it around his fingers, and he tugged just hard enough to sting. “You’re early.”
I laughed and nuzzled his jaw with my own. “I know that too.” My breath left my lungs with a harsh tremble, and it took all of my self-control not to just kiss him right there. But I needed to know he wanted it even half as much as I did. “Jonah.”
He hummed softly.
“I want to kiss you. Fuck. Fuck, please let me kiss you.”
He pulled back, brows lifted, eyes wide. “Isn’t that my line?”
“Your…line?”
His mouth twitched. “You said I’d have to beg you for it. But this sounds an awful lot like you’re begging me.”
“I am. I’ll get down on my knees if you want,” I murmured.
He swallowed heavily. “I have enjoyed you on your knees.” His hand moved to my cheek, cupping it softly before his thumb explored to the left, tracing the shape of my lips. “You have a pretty mouth.”
“So do you. It’s all I could think about while I was away.”
He sucked in a breath. “You didn’t tell me that. We sexted, and you didn’t say anything close to that.”
I bowed my head. “I know. I needed to say it in person. I needed you to understand how fucking desperate I am for your lips and tongue.”
The moment was quiet and a little tense, and then Jonah’s touch dragged down toward the front of my throat. He still said nothing.
I swallowed thickly, then asked, “Do you need me to beg?”
“I need you to fulfill your promises. There was something about being on your knees and sucking my brains out, then giving me sight through orgasms?”
I burst into laughter and grabbed him by the waist and lifted. He jumped with me, his freakishly flexible legs wrapping around my waist, and I used my hips to pin him to the door. Fuck, he was so…everything.
He was everything.
“I did some research online, and apparently, scientists are claiming no amount of amazing orgasms can create sight in those who were born without eyes.”
His voice dropped an octave lower as he rocked his hips against me. “Well, that’s fucking bullshit.”
“I know. I’m not opposed to doing more field research,” I murmured, dipping my head low. I licked his earlobe. “But let’s not get our hopes up.”
He snorted, then groaned and tipped his head back, giving me access to his neck. “I’m for it.”
“There’s only one problem. I can’t do this.”
He froze, his head lifting slightly. “I—are you serious?”
“I am.” I wasn’t going to torture him for long though. “I really can’t do this without kissing you first.”
His entire body twitched in a jolt, and then he let out a sharp exhale. “You’re such a dick!” He took another breath. “Alexio—do you really want to kiss me?”
“More than anything. I know what I said before. I regret all of that. I could have been kissing you this whole time if I wasn’t such an asshole, and?—”
Before I could finish, Jonah’s feet were back on the floor, and suddenly,Iwas against the wall. He had me by either side of my face, and there was only a moment—a single heartbeat—before his mouth was on mine.
Fuck. Fuck, he kissed like a god. Like a desperate, wanton god. Like a man fucking possessed, and I realized that I was the same. My energy was matching his, my hands moving over his body, not knowing where to start, not knowing how to stop.
His tongue was hot, a little sweet, a little spiced as it fucked into my mouth in a mimic of what I wanted to do to his ass later. His dick was pulsing hard, and he was rocking it against my thigh as he straddled my left leg, and I could feel my own dribbling rivers of precome into my pants.
