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“Everything all right?” He asked as he exited the washroom and found her where he had left her. Blinking slowly, she nodded. It wasn’t. But he didn’t need to know that. He cupped her face tenderly.
“Hmm,” was the only warning she received before he captured her mouth in a slow drugging kiss. Totally unfair! The way her body responded to his kiss. Only his hands touched hers, but it seemed his heat radiated through her. This wasn’t like the passionate storm he unleashed on her when they entered room. No, this was gentle and sweet. Yet, her body responded more fiercely than it had before. Her core slickened with need. Her nipples pebbled into diamond-hard tips. So unfair. She melted into his kiss. Even the way he ended the meeting of their mouths was achingly tender. Soft pecks until he pulled away.
His eyes were filled with that promise. Again.
“This doesn’t have to be a challenge, Brontë. I have given you what you wanted.” Gently, he brushed her cheek. “Now allow me to give you exactly what you need.” His thumb grazed her lower lip.
“What is it you think I need?”What was that saying? Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.Brontë’s heart rate increased ever so slightly as she waited for his response.
“What you need,” Jonah slipped his warm hands under her shirt, circled her waist, and stepped closer. “…is to forget about control—”
Wow, it seemed like he was like everyone else. She frowned. He wanted more. It had taken a lot from her. “I just gave you all the control.”
“I know you did, Angel.” He had been doing it throughout the night. Typically, she wasn’t a fan of pet names. Hell, she wanted to raise an objection. The words died on her lips. Part of her really… enjoyed the delicate feeling it elicited. “Yes, you gave me control, and I know it was a lot for you. It was an amazing gift. Thank you.” He closed the space between them slightly.
“Now, what I’m asking… is for you to forget about who is in control. Let’s just enjoy being together.” His hands moved in different directions, one downward to grasp her ass and the other upward to cup her breast. “No pressure. Just us enjoying each other.”
Brontë shivered at his words. Sure, she could overthink the implications of what he proposed. Or she could just go with the flow and deal with the fallout later. God, she wanted this. To connect with someone. No. Bond with Jonah with no rules in place. Before she could talk herself out of her decision. She nodded.
“Perfect.” He growled as he took her mouth in a passionate kiss. All the while walking her back towards the bed. They tumbled together onto it. Their mouths still joined. He suckled her tongue, and the sensation tugged at her core. How could a kiss feel so all-consuming?
Jonah broke their kiss, and Brontë watched mesmerized as he licked his lips, savouring the taste of her.How sexy was that?
“Let’s get you out of this t-shirt.” He was already working the top up and off of her. Once she was naked, his eyes raked over her appreciatively. Holding her globes in his hand, he groaned, “You have no idea how perfect you are.”
Attention was lavished on one breast, then the other. Brontë wasn’t able to squelch the moans of pleasure. Her hands threaded through his hair encouraging him to continue. By the time he stopped, she was sopping wet. With a shake of his head, he declined her help in putting on protection. “If you touch me now, I won’t be able to last for shit.”
This time, as he entered her, Jonah didn’t have to instruct her to keep her eyes open. She couldn’t break the connection that held her captive. The way he gently moved within her was like nothing she’d ever experienced. His tender strokes were an exquisite sensation that filled her with an overwhelming sense of pleasure. Their breaths were in unison as the pleasure blossomed slowly but intensely.
So intense. It built from the soles of her feet and spread throughout her body. Brontë was so wet, yet that didn’t prevent her from tightening around his length with a constricting grip. He paused for a moment. “What are you doing to me?”
What was she doing to him?This wasn’t like the previous coupling. It was something…No, what in the hell was he doing to her?She felt like she was surrendering some part of herself to him. It was… terrifying. It also was… exhilarating. Especially when he moved deep within her, praising her. “You are so beautiful.”
It was him echoing how she felt. That was her absolute undoing. “You feel it too. This feels so right.”
Brontë’s breath seized as heat flushed her body, and her heart pounded in her chest. Tremors rocked her throughout, as he joined her in release. Bliss flooded her as she came to her senses. The moment was damn near perfect.
ChapterEight
Don’t start now Angel.
Something wasn’t right. Jonah knew it before he opened his eyes. The heat that blanketed his body when he fell asleep was gone.Shit!Frustration surged through him. Whipping off the covers, he moved through the hotel room. It confirmed what he already knew. She was gone. He had no idea when she pulled off this magical disappearing act. They had made love…Shit!It was that kind of thing that had her running for the hills… Into the wee hours of the morning. The hour was still early, not yet seven o'clock.
It was an honest deception of how they ended the night. Their connection was real and meaningful. Hell, it was jarring for him too. The difference between Brontë and himself was he wanted to run headlong into their connection and not from it.
Jonah needed to think this through. The one thing he was certain of was that he wasn’t willing to let Brontë go. She outshone the memory he had of her. She was smart, passionate, and sexy. So worth fighting for. This was going to play out differently than it had in the past. He just needed a plan. A way to get through to her.
* * *
Sometimes the best course of action was to wait. It had been difficult not to reach out to her. Jonah hadn’t realised how tense he had been until he saw her walk into the gymnasium for their high school reunion.
He had been talking to Vance, a fellow member of the Lacrosse team, when the air shifted. Vance stopped mid-sentence as he appreciatively stared at the entrance.
“I don’t remember Brontë being that … hot.” Vance looked to Jonah for confirmation.
“She was,” Jonah answered as he locked eyes with the woman in question. Her mass of curls was swept up in a high ponytail. It gave her a youthful and fiercely powerful look. The bold navy dress only had one shoulder, as it hugged her torso, and despite her full breasts being covered, drew attention. From the waist down, the blue lightened and flared out into full billowy folds that stopped just above her knees. Her killer thick legs were on full display, accented by a pair of ‘fuck me heels’. Oh, he very much intended to do just that before the night was through.
Brontë stopped in her tracks as he ravenously stared at her. Like he hadn’t gotten his fill of her. Well… because he hadn’t. Not even close. Surprise filtered across her expression, as she realised she was very much caught in his crosshairs.
