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His lips captured hers and his hands left her. Her attention focused on the movement of his lips against hers, but she could tell he was working on his shirt buttons. The fabric brushed her hand still on his cock. She started to move her hand away, but his hand captured hers and held it there. Her breath caught.
His tongue sought entrance at her lips. She parted hers willingly and his unique taste combined with the coffee they’d shared made her groan. As if Jonah’s kisses weren’t addictive enough, adding coffee just made her want to spend all day with his lips fused to hers. His hand left hers and he shrugged out of his shirt, not releasing her mouth.
Her free hand went to his bare chest, running over the dips and curves of his muscles. His hand went to the front of his jeans. She didn’t remove her hand as he undid the buttons holding them together. As soon as his jeans opened, she slid her hand into the opening against his cotton boxers and the solid heat of him.
He sucked in a breath against her lips. Biting her lip, she wanted him. He reached into his pocket and removed something before sliding his jeans down his hips. They hit the floor with a quiet thud. He lifted his lips from hers but didn’t move away.
She opened her eyes to look into his. Desire stripped bare in his eyes.
“We can talk later, right?” His eyebrow went up and all she could do was nod. His hands went to his underwear.
Propping herself on her hands, she leaned back on the counter slightly so she could watch him. Somewhere in her mind, she thought maybe she should act more shy, but she was way too curious. Her first time had been quick and forgettable. Everything she’d done so far with Jonah was permanently etched in her brain. She didn’t need to feign shyness with him or look away when she really wanted to see the beauty of all of him. All of Jonah.
His cock strained against the cotton boxer briefs. She bit her lip.
He removed his underwear, quickly stepping out of it. He stood between her legs completely naked in front of her. In her kitchen. And she couldn’t stop her eyes from taking everything in even if she’d wanted to. She knew he worked out, but damn, he was cut from marble with an artist’s loving touch. Everything about him was perfect.
It should make her nervous about him seeing her body, because she most definitely did not work out. But instead, she just felt very overdressed in this moment. She followed the lines of his muscles down to his cock. It stood upright and proud. The skin looked ridiculously smooth and she tentatively reached out a hand to touch it.
Her eyes flicked up to Jonah’s face. His eyes stayed on her hand. When she made contact with his hot, smooth skin, his eyes closed. Her gaze dropped to his cock pulsing against her hand. She wrapped her hand around him and traced her fingers over his length.
Her own sex throbbed like when he’d touched her.
“Jonah?” Her voice was lower. She didn’t know what she was asking for, but she knew he’d be able to give it to her.
His eyes opened, and his mouth claimed hers. His hands went to her hips and pulled her flush against his cock. Only her damp underwear kept them from touching skin to skin. It fueled the ache between her legs.
Trailing up his body, her hands found their way into his hair again.
His hand slid beneath her shirt to just beneath her breast. His fingers traced the band of her bra to the clasp. Her breath caught and held in anticipation. Every whisper of touch he’d given her before made his hands on her now feel like so much more. When he released it, he pulled the strapless bra out from under her shirt before his hand found its way to her skin. He cupped her breast and dragged his thumb over her nipple.
She gasped against his lips. Sensations flooded her from everywhere his skin touched her. He rocked against her, sliding his cock along her slit against her panties, sending ripples of desire in his wake. His hands pulled hers down to the counter slightly behind her as he broke off their kiss.
“Lean back,” his gravelly voice said in her ear.
A part of her wanted to run before things went too far. The other part of her knew that point had already been breached. She wouldn’t leave, not for anything. His kiss last night had opened her eyes to what she’d been missing. It had probably been too late when he first stepped in the door a week ago. She leaned back on the counter for him, trusting him with her body. She propped herself on her elbows to watch him.
His eyes were the color of the ocean at night, dark and forbidding as he watched her face. His hand trailed up inside her halter top until his fingertips brushed her bare nipple. Her lips parted and she almost closed her eyes, but she couldn’t stop gazing into his. The same look lurked in his eyes as when he caught her watching him have sex. It pulled at her deep inside.
He leaned over her and trailed his lips down her neck. His hands lifted her shirt. She should be mortified, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Jonah as he exposed her breasts.
His mouth closed over her nipple. Her eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation. His other hand trailed up her thigh until his thumb rubbed against her center through her satin panties. When he shifted backward, she tightened her thighs on Jonah’s hips.
She started to protest, but then his hands dragged her underwear down her legs. His tongue flicked over her nipple as he stepped back between her knees. Desire overwhelmed her. His finger slid along her bare slit and she moaned, longing for the release he’d provide. He peppered kisses across her chest to take her other nipple into his mouth. Her elbows shook from the effort to hold herself up as his finger slid inside her core and out. Over and over.
The pressure built within her as he stoked the fire within her higher and higher with every touch. She practically panted when he lifted his head from her breast and tugged her shirt into place. His hands left her for a moment and she opened her eyes to meet his dark hypnotic blue ones.
A wrapper ripped and for a moment she tensed and winced. This had been the part that hurt last time.
Jonah leaned forward until his lips brushed over hers. He touched her forehead with his.
“It won’t be the same as your first time, little bird.”
She took a deep breath, still worried. “How do you know?”
“You might feel a stretch, but if there’s pain, we’ll stop. Okay?” Jonah searched her eyes.
She trusted him. She did, but she still worried. Theoretically she knew the first time hurt and it shouldn’t hurt now, but her only experience had been bad all around. But Jonah wasn’t that guy. Everything he’d done had been to protect her. To make sure she was ready for him. Breathing in, she nodded.
