We spent the next day and night in the hotel room. Both of us unwilling to leave the safety and security of not only one another, but the little bubble of happiness we’d carved out for ourselves. Jonah was insatiable. Which I imagine had a lot to do with the fact that I was more than willing to reciprocate all the good he bestowed on me, but also the fact that he hadn’t been intimate with a woman in over a year. We ordered room service for every meal, and ate it scarcely dressed. When done, we attacked one another as though we were starving. It felt as if we had been walking in the wilderness for a year with no hope of being saved or finding an ounce of human connection. This thing between Jonah and me was a living, breathing connection.
He made love to me as though it were his honor. A gift.
Connecting us in a way I’d never known with a man. And somehow through that link, we both felt saved.
Honestly, I didn’t realize I was living half a life, going from job to job, attached to a man who did not love me and cheated on me repeatedly. Scrounging for every dollar I could in an attempt to make something of myself. I’d spent the last six years trying to complete a two-year degree, class by class, pinching pennies in order to do so.
Struggling was putting it mildly.
Sacrifice was all I knew.
Then along came Jonah.
Not only did he save my life physically that night, he saved my soul.
Now I had a man who genuinely cared for me and showed it. Protective. Generous. Kind. And a master in the bedroom. I had a new job that started Monday morning, making a larger salary than I’d hoped for, and I had one more class to complete to get my degree. Something Jonah’s father was going to let me work on two hours a day while getting paid. He said you had to invest in your people, and he believed I was an investment. Actually, it was me who convinced him beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was worthy of such an investment. And I’d prove it. I intended to work my ass off for A+ Construction showing him, Luca, Jonah, Sonia, and all my sisters that I could be successful. I could turn my half a life into something truly worth living.
And all that started with Jonah.
The same man who was right then pouring the water from a sponge over my naked chest. He sat behind me in the gargantuan hotel tub, me between his spread thighs, my back against his front. His cock sated but not for long. My lady bits pleasantly sore.
I rested against him and sighed. Our bubble was soon to burst. We’d requested a late check out, which was only an hour away. We had to get back to the real world. Serial killers. A troubled sister. Helen’s death. The FBI breathing down our necks and of course my family who was not only worried about me, they weren’t safe.
“What are you thinking about?” Jonah traced the drops of water over one pebbled nipple with the tip of his finger.
“All that we have to go back to when we leave our hotel haven.” I hummed and swirled my fingers around his kneecap and watched the water droplets fall down an enticing expanse of male, muscular flesh.
He chuckled and I felt it rumble through my back and out through my limbs in pleasurable waves of contentment.
Jonah wrapped his arms around me from behind in a sensual hug, pressing his chin to the crook of my neck and resting it there.
“We’ll find our peace again, baby. Once this is all over. In the meantime, you stay with me at Ryan’s and lay low. I’ll take you to work tomorrow for your first day and my father and brother will ensure nothing happens to you. They’re already upset about Helen and filled with grief over her loss. They’ll be extra careful keeping an eye on you.”
“And what about you? What will you be doing?”
He snuggled against my wet skin and kissed my neck. “I’ll be trying to chase down whatever information Ryan needs. I may not be out in the field officially on the case, but I can still help the team back at our Chicago headquarters. I can chase down paper trails, make calls, connect dots. Try and figure out his next move.”
I nodded and sighed.
“It’s Sunday. What is your family doing today?” he asked.
“Normally I’d be having dinner at Kerrighan House. Mama always puts out a spread and if any of us are able to make it, we try to go and spend time together. Would you be interested in dinner with my mother and sisters?”
He nuzzled my ear and nipped at the cartilage there. “I could be persuaded,” he said in that thick tone I was beginning to learn was his ‘I’m-ready-to-ravish-you’ timbre.
I twisted my body around in order to face him. There was just enough room in the tub for me to straddle his lap. Already his cock was full, hard, and resting against his abdomen.
“Do you have any idea how much it turns me on that you’re always ready to fuck me?” I dug my nails into his shoulders.
He smirked, lifted his hands, and cupped my breasts. He tweaked both peaks simultaneously until I moaned, tipping my head back.
“Hop on, Simone,” he encouraged before he cupped my left breast and fed it to his mouth.
For a full minute I enjoyed how ravenous he was for my breasts. Flicking the tips with his tongue, sucking them into bright red little berries until I couldn’t take it anymore. My sex clenched and throbbed, needing him to complete the connection between us.
I lifted onto my knees as his teeth scraped along one heated tip. The other he pinched hard enough to make me gasp. Once I was centered over his length, I plunged down, water splashing over the edges of the bathtub as I did so.
Neither one of us cared.
I set up a beautiful rhythm of taking him inside of my body, lifting up, and slamming down. Jonah cupped the back of my nape and tugged my head down so he could kiss me.
I rode my man, his mouth sealed to mine, our tongues tangling, fingers gripping whatever skin we could find, completely lost to one another. By the time one heck of an orgasm coiled through my sex and out my body, Jonah was right on my heels, his face pressed between my breasts, powerful convulsions wracking his frame. I held on through it all, glorying in the ecstasy clearly written across his face.
By the time we both collapsed against the porcelain tub, there were barely a few inches of water left in it.
Once we’d cleaned up our huge mess, we checked out of the hotel. We were now heading up the elevator to the borrowed condo where Mama Kerri and Genesis were staying.
Gen let us in with a smile across her stunning face, and I was immediately bum-rushed by a three-year-old cyclone crashing into my legs. “Auntie Si, we are having pizza!” she cried out, holding her arms up for me to hold her.
I lifted her up and put her on my hip. “Yummy. Did you order it?”
She shook her head, espresso-colored curls bouncing all over the place. “Nana and me made it!”
“Homemade pizza is the best. Did you add lots of cheese? You know how I like a ton of cheese!” I tickled her stomach.
Rory nodded her head several times in quick succession and laughed before kicking her feet in the universal silent request to be put down. I set her down and she dashed off at a full run over to Blessing who was sipping a glass of wine, long, shiny dark bare legs crossed at the knee, a pair of bad-ass high-heeled leather sandals on her feet.
“Killer shoes,” I noted.
She pointed to one of her legs and assessed her own foot. “They are pretty damn fabulous if I do say so myself.” Then she looked me up and down from head to toe. “Looks like Simone already got her some Italian today. Mmm hmm.”