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I open my eyes and lock on to hers. Her breathing shifts; grows heavier. She sees it in my eyes. Feels it in my touch. Tastes it on my lips. And I won’t keep it in any longer.
“I love you, Autumn.” The admission soft and strong on my lips. “More than imaginable.”
Her eyes glass over and she lifts her lips to mine. The kiss gentle. Heady. A proclamation. And for the first time, she breaks the kiss.
“I love you, too,” she whispers against my lips.
TWENTY-ONE
AUTUMN
“I love you, too,” I whisper against his lips.
Beneath my breastbone, the chambers of my heart contract in a vicious rhythm as the rest of my body catches up to this revelation. I drag in a lungful of air and tremble. Jonas ghosts his lips over mine and I close my eyes. A low-frequency buzz radiates off him and spills into me. I have never felt so completely vulnerable and alive in my life.
“You feel that?” he murmurs against my lips. “The energy vibration between us.” I nod as the vibration sparks every nerve in my body to life. “Know what that is?”
“No,” I confess, breathy.
“Love buzz.” He presses his lips to mine. “The energy of two forces merging into one.”
I slide my hands down the sides of his torso, past his waist, until I take hold of his glutes. Lean and muscular. I hold him in place as I gently rock my hips up. “Make love to me, Jonas.”
His forearms planted on either side of me, he slowly drops his mouth. The soft caress of his lips on mine incinerates something deeper inside me. Love buzz, as Jonas called it. Deep in my bones. A low-frequency hum simmers in my marrow. Rocks my frame. Jars my strength. Stimulates every nerve ending from head to toe. The sensation starts at the epicenter between my lungs. Radiates until it reaches every possible end point. Then boomerangs back and blooms with fire and zeal and hunger.
I claw my way up Jonas’s back. Rock my hips and grind against his length. He trails kisses along my jaw, sucking on my earlobe.
“Wanted to take this slow. Show you how much I love you. But you’re making that a bit challenging.”
Trailing my hands down his back, I squeeze his ass and press his erection between my thighs. “You do show me. Slow and sweet sex isn’t the only way to express love. Sometimes, rough and fast is just as powerful.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“But what a good way to go,” I growl in his ear.
Confession. I have never had rough sex. At least not what most people constitute as rough. Considering the last person I had sex with was barely twenty, neither of us had much experience at the time.
With Jonas, though, I don’t imagine rough sex being something unenjoyable. I welcome the experience. Welcome the tinge of pain that marries with the pleasure. I may be less experienced in the partner department, but all women have needs. And I have done whatever necessary to satiate those needs over the years. But they don’t hold a match to Jonas.
Jonas licks and sucks his way from my ear to my collarbone. Nips and marks my skin. Takes hold of my breast and kneads it in his palm. Drops his mouth to my nipple and sucks with teeth.
The pressure skirts the cusp of pain. Heightens the buzz low in my belly. Has me rocking my hips up, seeking relief. When he doles attention on the other breast, my eyes pinch shut as my back arches off the mattress. I fist his hair and yank. Hard. His responding growl with teeth has my breath coming harder. Faster. Heavier.
He kisses his way down my midline. Sucking and biting and marking me as his. When he drops between my thighs, I clutch his hair like a horse’s reins. Rock my hips up to meet his tongue. Mewl as he teases and tastes. Moan as he builds me up and lets me fall.
And when he crawls back up my body, when he hikes my legs over his shoulders and locks me in place, when he clamps down on my neck… I groan.
He enters me slowly. Inch by glorious inch. And his eyes never veer from mine.
“Good, scarlet?”
“God, yes,” I moan.
“Hold on. And let me know if we need to stop.”
Stop? Holy hell. What did I get myself into?
Jonas leans in closer. Presses my thighs closer to my belly. Knees almost to my face. The position more awkward than uncomfortable. He kisses my calves as he palms my thighs. Then he rocks his hips forward. Fills me fully. And I bite my fist to stifle my cries.
