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Rocking her hips against him, Lacy lost herself in the feel of his hands and lips on her. He broke off their kiss.
“It’s too much, little bird.” His thumb traced her jawline.
It wasn’t nearly enough. She tried to lean in to capture his lips; instead he flipped her around. Her back to his chest. Her legs dangled on the outside of his thighs. He brought her head down to rest on his chest. He pressed a kiss against her temple before he grabbed the remote and pressed it into her hand.
“Put on a movie,” he growled.
She wanted to protest, but feared he’d reject her entirely if she pressed him. Send her to bed all hot and needy. Squirming to get comfortable, she found something on her watch list and tossed the remote onto the coffee table.
The movie began and she could barely pay attention. Her body still keyed up. Everywhere Jonah had touched her tingled, waiting for more. Her sex throbbed with need. She took a deep breath to steady herself and tried to relax against Jonah. His erection pressed against her ass.
Jonah tugged down the blanket and covered them.
He brushed the hair away from the nape and his lips caressed her neck. She gasped at the fresh surge of need coursing through her.
“Jon—"
“Shhh.” His hot breath teased her skin. “I’ll make it all better. Watch your show.”
She shivered in his arms. His lips remained on her neck, but his hands stroked up the insides of her thighs under the blanket. Her eyes glazed over and the images on the screen blurred into colors. His knees parted and spread her legs open farther. Her breath caught in her throat as her skirt rose higher and higher. He paused at her underwear. His fingertips slid along the lace at her legs beside where she throbbed for him. She wondered if that was all. Just another tease.
But then his hand trailed over the front of her panties before it slid beneath them. She froze, waiting. His first touch was soft, almost non-existent as the heat of his hand paused over her. She ached for his touch.
“Jonah?” She wondered if he’d actually do it. She lifted her arms to thread her fingers into his hair behind her. She hoped he would touch her, but she was terrified he wouldn’t. The anticipation was killing her.
When his hand cupped the heat of her, her fingers tightened into his hair to hold on. Books told about it and movies sometimes alluded to it, but she’d never been touched like this before. It was so much more than anything she’d experienced. Jonah was so much more.
His fingers slid between her folds intimately while his lips continued their slow torture of her neck. Her breathing grew erratic. He rubbed his fingers against her, erasing any thoughts. Pressure built within her, winding her tighter and tighter. When his finger slipped inside her, she hissed at the sensation.
“Okay?” His rough voice was next to her ear.
She gasped as he began a steady, slow rhythm. In and out. She forced herself to nod because she couldn’t think. Let alone vocalize whatever the hell was happening to her. If this was making out, sign her up. Her hips moved on their own accord, finding a rhythm with him as he took her higher.
Something was bearing down on her. The more he touched her, the closer it got. His thumb slid against her right where she needed it most. Her eyes slid shut as she focused on Jonah’s hands and his lips against her neck. Her breath fell in sharp pants as she let her instincts take control, following his wicked lead.
His breath was heavy in her ear and the noise from the movie floated in the background. He slipped in another finger, stretching her, filling her, stroking her. Arching against him, she clung to his hair like an anchor that would keep her here with him as the storm within her threatened to tear her apart.
“Let go, Lacy.” His voice took her over the edge. It slammed into her like the wall of a hurricane, lifted her, tearing her free from the Earth. He continued to whisper things in her ear as she rode the edge of storm, clinging to him. She spun into pleasure she couldn’t even fathom before she came down to the Earth. Down to Jonah.
Her anchor. She released a hiss of breath as his fingers slowed within her. Her sex squeezed against his fingers in an aftershock.
He removed his hand from her panties and turned her around on his lap. She was a rag doll in his grasp. He could do anything with her and she would gladly follow him.
His lips captured hers gently. She’d never known it could be like this for her. The stories she read seemed like fantasy. A fantasy she’d never been able to explore. When he lifted his lips from hers, he guided her head to his shoulder and she released a breath. His hand stroked her back, softly, slowly. She sighed against him, knowing he’d keep her safe. Her eyes fluttered closed.
