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Her hands found their way to his hair. She relished the sensation as her fingers sank into the silky locks. It felt even better than she’d imagined. Everything felt better than she’d imagined.
He pressed his forehead against hers, still holding her flush against him. They were sharing the same air. Their bodies touching from tip to toe. She could feel how badly he wanted her, and she wanted him just as much. Maybe more.
He fished his keys out of his pocket and let go of her long enough to unlock the door. She followed willingly when he tugged her inside, his eyes locked on hers. They were alone. In the privacy of his apartment. The knowledge that his bedroom was just a few feet away burned in the pit of her stomach.
It was dark, but he didn’t bother switching on a light. Enough light from the courtyard slanted in through the blinds to see by. With slow, deliberate movements, he unwrapped her scarf from around her neck. It was all she could do to hold herself still when his fingers grazed her skin.
He tossed the scarf onto the couch. His hands settled on her hips, his fingers digging softly into her flesh as he urged her closer. She eased into his warmth and let his scent enfold her.
It would be so easy to lose herself in his comforting bubble. To melt right into him and never look back.
He reached up to stroke a single, trembling finger along her jaw. When she leaned into his touch, his mouth curved into a smile.
He bent his head toward her, and she rose up on her toes to meet him halfway. As their mouths crashed together, a tiny voice in the back of her head whispered that this was a bad idea. That it was going to end in disaster, probably. But she didn’t want to stop. It felt too good.
He wanted her, and she needed this. She needed to feel wanted and appreciated for once. She needed something good to happen to her.
Jonathan liked her. She just wanted to feel liked. Didn’t she deserve that? For once?
His hands went to her hips again, and he pushed her up against the door. He was crowding her again, his belt buckle pressing into her stomach as his hips pinned her in place.
She liked feeling his weight against her. She liked the taste of his tongue in her mouth, and the rasp of his beard on her lips. She liked the way he smelled, and the way his hands felt as they roamed over her body.
She liked him.
It had been a long time since she’d liked anyone this much. She’d almost forgotten the feeling. The exhilaration. The light-headedness. The lust.
His hands smoothed up her bare arms, then moved to her hair, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. She scrabbled at the front of his shirt, her fingers fighting with the buttons.
The yellow light leaking in cast a golden glow over his exposed torso. His chest was smooth except for a small patch of dark hair in the middle that trailed down his stomach and disappeared below the waist of his pants. He groaned as her fingers traced it, ghosting over his bare skin.
Their mouths came together again, messy and fierce. Teeth clashing. Needy. When his glasses bumped her nose he yanked them off and tossed them onto the couch with her scarf.
He looked different without his glasses. Younger. More vulnerable. She reached up to stroke his jaw, and felt his pulse jump under her fingertips.
He kissed her forehead, then her temple. “I want you,” he murmured into her hair. “I’ve always wanted you, from the first moment I saw you.”
The tiny voice in Esther’s head started to whisper its warning again. But then Jonathan’s mouth was on hers again, and the last remnants of her reluctance melted away on his tongue like sugar.
His fingers dipped into the waistband of her jeans, and he stumbled backward, pulling her along with him through the apartment. To the bedroom. To his bed.
It was darker in there. She couldn’t see his face anymore. He kissed her again, softer than silk, light as air. She didn’t want soft and light though. She wanted rough and fierce. She wanted to devour him.
Arching against him, she dragged his mouth down to hers. Her teeth caught his lip and he let out a rough breath, digging his fingers into her skin. Desperate. Just like she was.
They groped for each other in the darkness, clumsily exploring with their hands as they undressed each other. The surface of Esther’s skin felt like it was rimed with ice, but Jonathan’s touch was warm and soothing. She wanted him everywhere, all at once, warming her from the inside out.
They fell onto the bed and he moved over her body, leaving a trail of soft kisses on her skin. Her hands glided up his arms and over his shoulders. He was so solid. So heavy. His muscles taut under her fingers.
His mouth found hers again, and she closed her eyes as they came together. Skin to skin. When he moved inside her, her fingernails curled into his back, leaving marks, probably. Pulling him deeper and deeper.
Never wanting to let go.
Esther woke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. She was too warm, and there was something heavy draped over her waist, trapping her.
It was Jonathan’s arm.
She was in Jonathan’s bed. With Jonathan.
