He grinned, cupped the back of my head, and whispered “Deal,” against my lips. Then he kissed me. It lasted a very long time. So long my panties were damp, my heartbeat was banging against my chest, and I was in a serious Jonah kiss haze, which consisted of my mind being mush, my body on fire with want, and my vision a little blurry.
Jonah chuckled as he walked me over to the bathroom. Then he left me inside as he stepped out, got my entire bag, and brought it to the counter and set it on top.
“You got what you need?” He cupped my cheek and I cupped his hard cock.
“Not even close, but things are looking up.” I ran the palm of my hand over the length hidden behind his jeans. He groaned and thrust his hips against my hand once before backing up.
“Woman, you’d test the patience of a priest. Jesus,” he grumbled. “Take your time. I think I’m going to need a bit of my own in order to be calm enough to sit and eat next to you.” He shook his head and exited with a smile.
I moved to the door and curled my fingers around the jamb. “Sorry, not sorry,” I called out playfully and grinned when I heard him chuckling as he picked up the phone to order our dinner.
When I exited the bathroom a full forty minutes later, I was rocking a black lace teddy and matching thong with my black satin kimono that had a badass colorful dragon design covering the entire back. Brilliant flowers covered the three-quarter sleeves and the waist tied with a huge red sash that double-wrapped around the body and then tied with a bow in back. It was cool and hot as hades. I thought about putting on heels but felt that would be a little too cliché. Instead, I dried my hair and left my face clean and moisturized. I’d shaved every inch of my body and lotioned up to the gills to ensure my skin was soft and smelling fantastic.
Jonah was sitting at a table that had been placed at the opposite end of the room with two chairs on each side. There were a pair of candlesticks on top and two silver domed heat covers over what I assumed was our dinner.
He stood and I was pleased to find he wore a pair of loose causal burgundy pajama pants and a white V-neck T-shirt. The shirt clung to the broad expanse of his chest and outlined the rigid abdominal muscles below.
I licked my lips, crossed my ankles, and leaned against the door jamb casually.
His gaze took in my body from top to toe before he grinned. “I see you got the casual dinner dress memo,” he said and then winked.
I chuckled, pushed off the door, and moseyed over to the table. He pulled out my seat and I sat, allowing him to help me get settled.
With a flourish, he removed the food covers. “For your dining pleasure this evening,” he said with a gentlemanly flair. “We have for the lady, filet mignon with a wild mushroom topping in a delicious wine sauce. Potatoes au gratin and seasonal veggies that are to die for, madam.” His lips twitched as he bowed, clicked his bare heels together, and failed in his attempt to hold onto his composure.
Me, however, I was eating it up. I loved this fun and silly side to Jonah. The man was often the most serious person in any room. To know he had this carefree side hiding under all that brawn, responsibility, and stoicism was awesome and definitely welcome.
“Why thank you, kind sir. This looks magnificent.” I used a knock off bad interpretation of someone who was rich, prim, and proper while lifting my empty wine glass. “If you’d be so kind as to fill my glass.”
“Absolutely, madam, it would be my pleasure.” Jonah grinned and filled up my glass and then his own before taking his seat. His tone changed the second he picked up his fork. “Damn, this looks good. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I caught a whiff.”
I lifted my wine. “Let’s toast.”
He lifted his. “What should we toast to?”
“Finding the bad guy and living our best lives.” I grinned wide.
“Now that I can drink to.” He tapped my glass with his and we both drank.
For a few minutes we both got down to eating quietly. I was as ravenous as he was. “Okay, so since this is technically only date number two, the first being Navy Pier, I suggest we quiz one another in order to fast track the getting to know you part.” Mostly because we were absolutely going to have sex tonight. There was no way I was letting this man leave without an orgasm or two.
Jonah burst out laughing and sat back against the chair. “I’m game. What do you want to know?” he prodded.
I chewed on a bite of perfectly cooked beef and tilted my head. “Tell me something you don’t like about yourself,” I asked and scooped up a flat cheesy potato before plopping it in my mouth.
“Going straight for the kill, eh?” The side of his mouth lifted in a small smirk.
I shrugged. “I mean, you can tell me your favorite book, song, and movie but that doesn’t really tell me much. Finding out something you don’t like about yourself, that says a lot about what you find important or not.”
He held up his fork and sucked in his bottom lip as though he were thinking about how to answer my question. I mostly just stared at the way his scruffy jaw moved as he chewed. The man was damn sexy, and I couldn’t wait to finish dinner and take things to the next step. If that made me promiscuous to some, I didn’t care. I’d been on fire for the man since the second I hugged him in the hospital after he’d saved my life. Besides, I’d never been one to care what others thought about me. Life was too short, and I was committed to truly living it to the fullest.
“Hmm, I guess I’d have to say my serious demeanor.”
I frowned. “Why do you think that’s a flaw?”
“Not a flaw exactly, more like it can put people off. I don’t mean to be standoffish or seem stiff and rude, but I know I come off that way a lot of the time.”
“Fair enough. People are always thinking I’m too carefree and wild, which often happens to be the same thing they say they love about me. You can’t really win.” I shrugged.
He shook his head. “No, you can’t.”
“My theory is you just have to accept what you can’t change, or don’t want to change about yourself, and surround yourselves with people who care about you for what and who you are.”
“Good advice. Okay, my turn. What is something you absolutely love about yourself?” He used my same line of questioning but went for the positive route.
I sucked back some more delicious wine. “I mean, besides the taking things in stride, I’d have to say I genuinely like all people.”
“How so?”
“Well, I dig that you’re serious, possessive, a little alpha because your heart is in the right place. Kinda like Sonia. You too have a lot in common actually.” I laughed.
“Awesome, I have a lot in common with your sister. That bodes well for my manhood,” he moaned.
I exploded in laugher as he made a sour face.
“No, you misunderstood me. What I mean is, I’m the type of chick who just appreciates people for who they are. I’m sure it has a lot to do with growing up in a home with eight other women, but I like the differences in people. If we were all the same, life would be extremely boring. I don’t like to be bored. Always gotta keep moving, find something to do, see, experience.”
“I hope together we can have a few of our own special experiences.” His voice dipped low and had a sultry growl that made my blood heat with anticipation.