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I wiped my eyes and swallowed hard. “One moment.” I pulled the curtain in place and stuck my head out the side. “Okay.”
Jonas stood in the doorway, looking devastatingly handsome. His dark hair was finger-parted across his forehead, his lean, muscular frame on display, along with a hint of smooth chest hair along the Vee of his T-shirt. His brows lowered. “Are you crying?” He stepped inside.
I waved a hand around the curtain, then wiped my eyes and managed a weak smile. “I’m fine. I. I love this sonata and it always makes me weep in its beauty. If sorrow had a voice, it would beAdagio Cantabile, it’s… perfect.”
Jonas stepped further inside and leaned against the vanity. “Don’t be afraid to share your thoughts. I so enjoy them.”
I eyed the lights. Though not as bright as my bedroom, they were still enough to make my heartbeat accelerate. I looked down at the absent bubbles as I tried to focus on what Jonas was telling me.
“Beethoven wrote this when he was twenty-seven for Venetian Prince Karl von Lichnowsky, who was a patron of Mozart as well. If you are moved byAdagio Cantabile, what do you think of Mozart’sSonata K? Are you familiar with Jan Ladislav DussekSonata in Cminor?”
“Yes, I’m familiar with Dussek. I did play the violin for a while when I was younger, but it wasn’t in me,” I said.
“I played the guitar in my youth, partly as a defiance, and because I wanted to be Jimmy Page. But borrowing your words, it wasn’t in me.”
His gaze was salacious when he met mine again. “I should leave you to your soak,” he said quietly, but instead advanced to stand near the bathtub. “But I don’t think you want me to.”
“Jonas,” I said huskily, my voice giving away the desire I had for him. The heat of his stare made it hard for me to breathe. I didn’t. I wanted a hug, a caress. I wanted more. He walked over and stopped next to the tub, the curtain the only thing between us.
I drew my legs up and held them. My eyes darted to the lights and raced with all my insecurities about what Jonas would see if he pulled the curtain, the last barrier.
He touched the curtain. “Let me see all of you, Lily.”
I closed my eyes. He wasn’t repulsed in the bedroom, I told myself. “Oh… okay,” I stammered.
Jonas slowly eased the curtain back and sat down on the edge of the tub. Reaching over, he lightly tugged away my hands. I let them drop down, revealing my breasts.
My face burned as I forced my eyes to meet his and was met with a lustful stare I felt down to my toes. My heartbeat sped up and the pulsing throb between my thighs had already made up my mind for me as I took his hands and gingerly stood up.
He drew in a sharp breath. “Oh, Lily,” he said hoarsely.
Before my mind could break the charge between us, Jonas bent down and crushed his lips to mine. He wrapped his arms around me, molding our bodies together. I could feel his erection pushing hard through his pants—the only thing between us. When we parted, our breath was coming in heavy gasps. I blushed in my nudity and the soaked front of his clothing, but Jonas didn’t seem to mind.
“You’re beautiful,” he said with conviction. Then he reached his hand for mine and I clasped it as I stepped out of the tub.
Jonas handed me a towel and I turned away from him and started to dry off. I felt another towel brush against the top of my shoulders, moving down my back. Jonas was helping me, and though I found this unusually intimate, I didn’t try or want to stop him.
My breathing was short as his towel slipped down my backside, where he halted. A moan escaped my lips as he replaced the towel with his bare fingers, sliding over my buttocks.
“Your skin is so smooth, so soft.” His tone was barely a whisper. He moved the towel down the back of my thigh and legs, at the same time using his hands, creating a trail of goose bumps along my naked flesh. I dried my front, but the whole time, I was tuned to Jonas as his fingers moved over me. Even after I was dry, I was wet and ready; wanting, needing, whatever he would do to me.
Jonas didn’t stop me as I cinched the towel at my waist, but took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. Though my mind was already running ahead, our pace was slow, as if he was waiting for me to tell him to stop what we were about to do together. I felt as if I was barely holding my head above water with him.
We didn’t stop walking until we entered the bedroom. I stood in awe of the sleigh bed in front of me, of the gorgeous ivory embroidered duvet and pillow set that contrasted the ornately carved dark oak frame.
Jonas seized my lips possessively. “I’ll be right back.” He then walked out and left me burning in the room, staring after him.
I sat down on the bed and fussed at myself. I lacked all decorum, going as far as allowing myself to stand naked before a man like Jonas Crane. Still, he found me beautiful.
But was I ready?
CHAPTER NINE
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The sound ofthe door opening sent my heart pounding. Jonas entered the room, naked, revealing his incredibly toned lean muscular body and washboard abs. He had a smooth expanse of hair on his chest that trailed down his body. He was bold and breathtaking.
My gaze dropped lower to the impressive girth and length of his engorged cock. The sight sent a sensual flush through me. I felt my nipples hardening as they swelled and wetness between my thighs. I trembled on his approach.
