“Well I did spend a couple of days crying my eyes out like a little girl so I wouldn’t exactly say nothing bothers me, but I’m not going to hole up in your house and hide, not living my life to the fullest because of some wack-a-doo. Every day is a gift. We can’t sit around and let it pass us by.”
“Wack-a-doo?”
“It’s an expression.”
“Not anymore it isn’t.” He laughed.
“Yes, it is!”
“Maybe fifty or sixty years ago, babe. Trust me.”
I rolled my eyes and ignored him by eating my churro. The second one was almost as good as the first, but I wouldn’t compare them because the first one led to our first kiss and I couldn’t wait to lay my lips on his again.
Jonah led me to the line for the ferris wheel.
“Would you kiss me again at the top of the ferris wheel?” I asked as we showed the operator our wrist bands for access.
Jonah’s lips pursed together. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I harrumphed.
We settled into our seat and the ride started its stop and go procedure letting people on and off for the next few minutes before it really started to move.
“Are you always this forward with men you’re attracted to?” He cupped my cheek and held my chin with his thumb and forefinger.
I licked my lips and watched his eyes dilate at the sight.
“Yeah, if I want something, I ask for it. You don’t get anything in life without asking for it, working hard, and sacrifice. The worst that could happen is you say no.” I shrugged one shoulder.
He leaned close enough that I could feel his breath on my face. “And what would you do if I said no?”
“I’d be sad, but I’d try to respect your answer.”
“And if I said yes?” He grinned.
“Then I’d kiss the heck out of you right now.” My voice was breathy and needy.
“Ah, but you asked me to kiss you, did you not?”
“Are you going to kiss me?” I whispered.
He smiled. “Yeah, Simone. I’m going to kiss you. I’m going to kiss you until you forget where you are. I’m going to kiss you until you forget all that has happened these last couple days. And I’m going to kiss you so that the only thing you can remember going forward is the taste of me on your tongue and in your mouth. Then I’m going to do it all over again.”
A river of arousal rushed through my system making my sex throb to the tempo of my heartbeat. I’d never been this turned on or desperate for a man’s kiss.
He had me obsessed with need.
And then his lips touched mine and I was lost. Gone to the rich texture of his tongue sliding across mine. His lips pressing, easing his way until our teeth touched and the slick heat of his tongue danced and twirled. In and out we chased one another, smooth silky lips learning, taking, connecting. Teasing, tasting, nipping, and sighing as the world around us spun in an endless loop we had no part of.
When we broke away, the operator had the door open and was urging us out.
I blinked and looked at him and then Jonah. “But we haven’t gone yet?”
Jonah laughed so hard I could feel it against my belly which was also when I realized that I was on his lap, facing him, a knee to each side of the seat, his hair twined in my fingers.
“Nice, bro, but you gotta get.” The operator hooked a thumb over his shoulder.
“But I didn’t get to see anything!!!” I grouched.
“Look, man, there’s a twenty in it for you if you let us go around again, yeah?”
“Done.” The guy shut the door on the little glass cage thingy.
Jonah’s hands squeezed my hips. “You didn’t even know we had ridden the entire ride,” he teased. “I’d have to say that was the best kiss of your life.”
I swiveled off his lap and to the side, pressing my fingers over my lips trying to calm my raging heart, mind, and libido. “You’d be correct.”
“I like that about you.” He put his hand into mine and then set them both on the top of his thigh.
“Like what?”
“Your honesty. You say exactly what you’re thinking. Which often is funny as hell, but most of the time is cute, sweet, and truthful. I like knowing where I’m at with the people I share time with.”
“Have women in your past not done that with you?” I finally got the opening to bring up the weird vibe I’d felt this morning.
“Let’s just say I’ve had my share of seriously dishonest people that went on to break more than one heart. I’m not into games. Lies. Or half-truths. I don’t share. I won’t ever covet another man’s woman and I’m not the easiest man to get to know. It’s not easy for me to let people in.”
I brought his hand up to my cheek and nuzzled it. “Challenge accepted.”
“Simone…” he warned on a sigh.
“No, really. I’m no different. Well, I’m totally the opposite.” I grinned. “I lay it all on the table. Wear my heart on my sleeve. Have been screwed over by every man I’ve loaned my heart to but, I still see the good in people. Still believe that one day I’m going to find my perfect match, my other half. The man that suits only me.”
“It’s a pretty dream,” he sighed.
“Dreams come true every day. All you have to do is work hard and put the good out into the Universe. Eventually karma will come through.”
“I want to believe the way you do. Life would be so much easier.”
I leaned forward, pressed my lips to his with my eyes still open, and watched him while I kissed him softly. “Stick with me and I’ll make you a believer.”
The ride came back around to a stop. Jonah got up, pulled his wallet out of his pants, passed the guy a twenty, and then helped me out of the box.
“If anyone could make me a believer, Simone, you just may be the one to do it.”
I smiled wild and dragged him away from the ride. “Up next, the carousel.”
“Whatever you want, sweet girl. Whatever you want.”
“I’ll have to remember that.”
I skip-jumped, swinging his hand while heading to his car. “That was a blast!” I raved as he opened my door and waited until I folded myself in and shut the door safely behind me. I watched as he scanned the surroundings, ever watchful. That trait could have been engrained in him as a gentleman or a product of his training in the FBI. Either way, I found it sexy as hell.
Technically I found everything about Jonah Fontaine sexy as hell. From his muscular lean frame, to his long-tapered fingers, to the dark olive hue of his skin tone. And he kissed like he was made for it. I wanted more. So much more and I hoped even with his bruised ribs I could encourage a bit longer make out session. Heck, I’d take it all the way to experience this man fully.
Usually I had a rule about sleeping with a man I was interested in. Typically I’d wait at least a few dates, to make sure they were worthy of a roll in the hay. With Jonah, I’d toss the dice and go for it. Even though Trey was good in bed, we hadn’t actually hooked up in a few weeks and I was a sexual person by nature. Sex felt amazing. Relieved stress. And it was the best, purest way to connect with a man. At least in my opinion. I could tell by the way a man kissed if he was going to be good in bed, and after Jonah’s kisses, I knew he’d be stellar. I couldn’t wait.