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“We can go at your pace.” His hand slipped under her pajama top at her waist.
Sparks flew through her body. Did she need him to slow down? His warm lips kissed along her neck. If he kept doing that, she’d be on him in a second.
“I don’t have a pace. What’s your pace?” She glanced at him over her shoulder.
His eyebrow lifted and he smirked. “Normally or with you?”
Heat pooled low in her belly. She kept it together for a second before she slid off his lap and onto her own chair, dragging her omelet with her. “I need energy to keep up.”
He chuckled and took care of the dishes while she finished eating. When she brought her dish to wash it, he took it from her and gave her a quick kiss.
If she lingered next to him, things would definitely progress. So she went over to the couch and scrolled through the menus to find something to watch. She put onA Cinderella Storyand it had just started when Jonah came and sat next to her on the couch.
“Let me guess,” he said, “movie marathon is all teen rom coms?”
She smirked at him. “Of course.”
He lifted her onto his lap with her back against his front and her legs on either side of his. Her body definitely remembered this position from last night. Her breath quickened and her skin tingled in anticipation of his touch.
She nearly came when he whispered in her ear, “Watch your movie.”
His hands slid under her top. One moved up to torment her breasts and the other slipped beneath her pants and panties over her sex. This definitely wasn’t appropriate for movie watching. She tried her hardest to focus on the TV while he sucked on her neck.
When he spread his knees to open her legs farther, his fingers stroked through her wetness, drawing lazy circles around her core. She bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a sigh or a moan. She made it through the first fifteen minutes of the movie. His finger slipped inside her and she couldn’t stop the groan from leaving her lips.
“Can we—” The words got caught in her throat as he added another finger inside her and pumped them in and out, while his thumb found her clit. Her hips followed the motion. His other hand tweaked her nipple, shooting sparks straight to her sex. “Jonah.”
She grabbed his wrist to make him stop for a moment.
“Yes, Lacy?” His voice sounded way too smug, but she was too far gone to care.
“Bed,” she finally forced out. “Can we try a bed?”
The movie was forgotten. Jonah set her on her feet before dragging her to his room.
He opened his door and led her in. When he closed the door, the lock snicked in place. Not that anyone else was there.
It wasn’t much different than her room. The room itself was big and Brenda had painted the walls a dark red. The wall with windows was exposed brick. Even though it was daylight, it still felt dark in the room. Close and intimate. A chair sat near the windows and a large king size bed with a brown leather headboard dominated the rest of the space. Her pulse pounded as he walked over to the nightstand and flicked on the light. Soft light. She took a steadying breath.
Should she start stripping? Maybe she should touch him the way he had been touching her. Should she wait for him to make the next move? She really didn’t know the protocol. Instead she focused on the room.
Unlike her room, everything seemed neat and tidy. He didn’t have any pictures on the wall or any decoration unless you included the guitar and guitar case beside the window. It barely looked lived in.
“I haven’t heard you play the guitar.” She gestured toward the instrument.
“I don’t play much anymore.”
She wanted to ask why, but since he didn’t volunteer, she let it go. Somehow, it felt more intimate than what they’d been doing on the couch.
“Do you have more things in storage?” She sat on the end of the bed. Talking was easier than trying to figure out how to keep the sex going. The comforter was dark blue with white stars on it. She traced her fingers around a couple of stars.
“No.” He pulled off his shirt and dropped it next to the hamper. Her mouth watered at his chest and abs. She didn’t think she’d ever not react to them. He slipped off his pants and underwear until he stood naked before her. Maybe she should have stripped.
She swallowed, still not used to seeing all of Jonah. He was almost too much for her to take in. His body was beautiful. She focused on what she wanted to ask.
“Where’s your stuff?” She couldn’t imagine only having a suitcase full of clothes and a guitar. Her closet was a disaster area of memories and things that at one point had served a purpose.
He paused. “Stuff?”
