Page 39 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess

“Then take me to bed.”

He caught me around the waist and lifted me.

I wrapped my legs around him.

The sudden strength made me wetter, the lace damp against my pussy.

Jonah carried me through the bedroom door and set me on the edge of the mattress.

The pillow that had separated us the night before rested near the headboard.

I picked it up and threw it toward the dresser.

“Emotional boundary?” he asked.

“Revised.”

He unfastened his jeans.

The movement revealed gray boxer briefs stretched over a cock so large I stared.

Jonah noticed.

“You look concerned.”

“I’m reconsidering the available dimensions.”

His laugh came out strained.

I reached for him.

He caught my wrist before I touched the waistband.

“Not yet.”

The light control in his voice sent a pulse straight through my pussy.

I looked up at him.

“You liked that,” he said.

“Yes.”

“What do you want me to do?”

I could’ve answered with something clever.

I didn’t.

“I want you to take over for a while.”

His thumb moved across the inside of my wrist. “Tell me if that changes.”

“I will.”

Jonah released me and lowered himself between my knees.

“You’re taking too long,” I said.