His gaze slid all over my form as though he were touching me.
I shook in his hold. “Touch me,” I whispered.
He traced his fingertips from my collar bone, down between my breasts, and over my stomach for an all too brief tickle against the lace of my panties.
I groaned. “Jonah,” I pled.
Jonah moved his hands to the satin bow that held the cups of my bra together. He tugged sharply and I gasped as the lace fell away. He eased the fabric off my shoulders and the bra fell to the floor.
His focus was centered on my breasts when he slid his hands up and over my stomach and finally cupped my tits in his warm hands.
“You’re right.” He swiped the pale pink tips with his thumbs, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “These are some beautiful breasts, baby. You should be proud of them.”
I swallowed my smile as he teased my breasts, plucking the tips until the pale pink turned into a bright rosy hue that burned along with each tug of his talented fingers.
He gave them one last delicious pinch before moving to my hips. He fingered the bows on each side and his crystal blue gaze lifted to meet mine as he waited to remove the final bit of clothing.
I was breathing raggedly through my mouth, but I nodded once to his silent request. He didn’t even wait a second more before pulling both bows and letting the scrap of fabric fall to the floor.
His fingers dug into the flesh at my hips as he tugged me forcefully forward and latched his mouth over my sex.
On autopilot, my brain told my hands to keep his head locked to where I was experiencing this exceptional pleasure. I moaned and thrust my hips with the silky movements of his tongue and lips. He growled against my flesh, reached for my thigh, and forced my foot onto the arm of the chair, opening me wide in front of his face. I was at the perfect height for devouring.
He licked his lips, using his thumbs to spread me intimately, and went to town. It was carnal, loud, graphic, and wild in a way that let me know I was only scratching the surface of my serious, alpha FBI man.
One of his arms locked around my hips and used my ass as leverage to push his tongue deeper, taking more, taking it all.
Within minutes I was coming against his mouth, screaming out while humping his face as he kept at me until every last wave of pleasure crested and crashed to the shore.
I shook in his hold, maybe even blacked out because, somehow, he lifted me up and my legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bed.
Once there, he laid me down gently and nodded to the end table at my right. I turned my head and saw a strip of condoms had been laid out. Something he must have taken care of when I was showering. I turned over and grabbed the strip, ripped one off, and opened it. When I turned back around, Jonah’s T-shirt was off and he was pushing down his pajama bottoms.
His cock was long, hard, and wet at the tip. I licked my lips and laid back down. “Come over me, let me suck you,” I begged, and he shook his head.
“Need to fuck you, babe.” He growled, his normally brown eyes looking pitch black when filled with nothing but desire and passion. I could have drowned in that inky darkness and felt complete.
I handed him the condom package. I watched in avid fascination as he rolled it down his hard length.
I whimpered.
“Spread your legs, baby. Let me inside.” That deep growl would be the end of me.
When I heard it, I physically panted and complied, opening my legs wide without even a hint of restraint. I wanted that hard cock inside of me, maybe even more than he did.
He fell on me like a man who hadn’t eaten in a week would fall on a juicy steak. His mouth crashed over mine, his tongue licking deep as he reached between us, centered the tip of his cock, and eased inside in one slow, torturously intense thrust.
“Baby,” I gasped when he pressed to the absolute end and came over me, chest to chest, hips to hips, heart to heart.
Connected.
I felt greedy and wanton, impaled on his cock, my legs spread wide, his weight pressing me into the bed until I could hardly breathe.
I wouldn’t have changed a second of it.
As Jonah eased up and out of me, balancing his weight on a forearm on the bed, his gaze met mine. In his eyes I saw what I was giving him.
Life.
Hope.
Salvation.
Absolution.
A future together. Nothing would ever compare to the feeling of having Jonah inside me. Of the two of us connected in this way. Not ever again. He was it for me and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was it for him. It was all there, painted across his face, open and honest for me to accept.
I locked one leg around his thigh, the other I held higher. He shifted one of his arms and pressed a hand to the back of that thigh, holding it high and out to the side, thrusting as deep as he could, splitting me in half in a way that was so liberally mixed with pleasure and pain I didn’t know which I preferred more. What I did know was that I never wanted him to stop.
“Want everything, Simone. Want it all, every inch of you,” he said nonsensically but I knew what he was talking about. Knew what plagued this man who’d had his wife cheat on him. Who traveled the world dealing with the scum of the earth regularly, not having a safe place to land that was all for him. Just for him.
He wanted me.
He wanted a safe place.
And in that moment, I vowed to be exactly what he needed.
“Take it all. Everything I have. I want to give it all to you.” I confided blindly, knowing that giving myself to a man such as him, there would be no going back. And I didn’t care. I wanted to be everything he could ever want and need.
His nostrils flared and his lips took on a snarl as he started pounding into me. Proving to himself, or to me, just how much this moment meant to him.
“Fuck, Simone,” he panted, powering in and out, grinding against my throbbing, swollen bundle of nerves with each thrust. I arched into the pressure, took as much as I gave back, digging my nails into his shoulders as he fucked me into a mindless, blissful place I never wanted to leave.
I lifted my body, sucked on his neck, his chin, his lips, whatever I could reach as he took us both higher and higher into nothing but ecstasy.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he hauled me upright so I was in his lap. His hips lifted with each thrust, his calves against the bed as he powered up. I rode his cock, my head tipped forward, our mouths fused.
He sank deep on a mighty thrust and I shot into the heavens. My body locking around him so tight I was surprised he could still lift me up and down, forcing my body to take his rigid length until he too found his release on a mighty roar.
Jonah locked his arms around my back and waist, plastering me to his front while he took my mouth in the most passionate kiss of my life. Our tongues tangled and made love in the same powerful way our bodies had just moments before, wildly and relentless. Thoroughly and with wanton need.
I don’t know how long we stayed together, him softening inside of me, my legs locked in a powerful vice around his trim waist, our mouths fused, but eventually he fell to the side taking me with him. Once there, he disconnected and turned me to face him. He tugged the sheets and blanket over our cooling bodies and locked me against his chest. I snuggled against his warmth, kissed him above his pounding heart, and closed my eyes.
“Sleep now, sweet Simone. I’ll wake you soon for round two.”
I grinned against his skin and then passed out.