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She stated firmly, “I’m ready, Jonathan. I want to know what happens when fire and fire merge and become one. Show me. Teach me, Professor Lo.”

CHAPTER 30

Lina

“Are you sure?” Jonathan asked.

His gaze danced all over my face, searching for any crack of indecisiveness as his face hovered over mine. I blinked slowly, allowing the pace of the situation to dwindle into a slow drip.

“I trust you,” I said. “But do you trust me?”

“I do⁠—”

“Why are you hesitating?”

He kissed my temple. “Lina, Darling, if we’re going to do that, I’m going to want all the time in the world to explore every inch of your body.”

I groaned, frowning. “Jonathan⁠—”

With a soft kiss on my cheek, he said, “Patience is a virtue. I’ll give it all to you as soon as you’ve had enough to rest and eat. But I have something else in mind that we can do tonight.”

Heat seared across my skin as he pulled away from me to look me in the eyes. His gaze darkened into a murky black, yet twinkling with mischief. He plopped one quick peck on my lips. Before I could savor it, he stood up. I sat up in my bed, ready to pull him back.

“Before your lesson, I’m going to have to jump in the shower, Miss Lee,” he said huskily. He reached out, gently taking hold of my chin. “Will you be patient enough to wait five minutes for me?”

“Of course, sir.”

Jonathan hummed, pulling away from me. Silently, he started to unbutton his white shirt, one slow button at a time . . . My cheeks became hotter when he finally took off his shirt. Then, he tugged off his belt buckle, and his pants fell to the ground in one fell swoop. As always, Jonathan Lo was clad in nothing but rippling hard muscles. My breath became more and more uneven with each piece of clothing that came off.

My own private strip show.

“Like what you see, Miss Lee?” he asked.

I blinked, acting unamused despite the burning on my cheeks. “No. Not yet.”

Jonathan’s brows quirked, and then a wry smirk spread across his face. His thick fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He tugged, baring every bit of himself to me. From his beefy biceps to his defined rectus abdominis to those luscious quadriceps, he looked entirely delectable.

“I want to eat you up,” I breathed.

He laughed as his dick twitched. Slowly, his black gaze sketched the outline of my body from head to toe. My breath hitched. The curve of his lips drew wider.

“Wait for me,” he said. “I’ll be back soon.”

He walked away, showing off the gains of his hard work at the gym across his back. The lower pit of my stomach clenched at the sight of those muscles as he disappeared off into my bathroom.

I exhaled a shaky breath and stood up on wobbly feet. With long strides to my dresser, I pulled open my underwear drawer with trembling fingers. My hand slipped past all the panties and bras I owned—either new and never worn, or merely intact by a few threads—until I hit the back of the drawer. The room became stuffy as I pulled out the thing that practically started this all: the obnoxiously hot-pink vibrator.

I’d used it once, but stopped because Jonathan came into my mind as I was about to climax. It completely ruined the moment, and I never tried using it again.

“Have you used it or did you need a quick, little lesson first?” Jonathan asked, startling me.

Although it was weightless in my hands, I fumbled like it was meant to be a secret. The device fell, but another pair of hands caught it before it could hit the ground.

I turned to him as a deep hum rumbled from his chest. I could barely breathe, let alone swallow, at the sight of him standing in my room. The scent of my shampoo and body wash wafted from his skin, and my towel sat low on his hips.

The dim glow of my bedside lamp draped him in shadows, allowing the droplets of water clinging to his firm and strong body to gleam. His still-dark gaze stroked over my body like a caress. Thick and engorged veins protruded down his arms, hands, and the lower half of his abdomen around his groin, surging blood toward his throbbing member.

His manhood proudly protruded out from behind the curtains of my towel. Its tip wept with a bud of pre-ejaculation. With a sharp intake of air, his chest widened, making him look like a warlord ready to conquer every inch of my being.