Her breaths were coming in sharp, shallow gasps, cheeks pink, green eyes so heavy with desire it took everything he had to just stand there and let her run the show. But he’d do it. Whatever this girl wanted from him, she could have. And he’d enjoy every blistering, breathtaking second of it.
“You made last night all about me,” she whispered, swiping her tongue over that plump lower lip that he wanted to sink his teeth into. “So before you leave tonight, I’m making things about you.”
Suddenly that blushing smile on her lips when she’d offered him her hand made sense, and he was glad that he’d broached the awkward subject of the tests he’d had done last week (when they’d been alone in the kitchen earlier), so she knew he had a clean bill of health. But when he’d shared that information, Jonah sure as hell hadn’t been expecting this. Never in a million years would he have thought that shy little Jocelyn Brenna would take him into the guest bathroom, push him up against the door, and start undoing his belt with her trembling fingers.
Her cheeks might be burning with color, that lush lip now caught tight in her teeth, but she was determined, wrenching his belt open and then quickly reaching for the buttons on his fly. His own hands were fisted at his sides, and he braced his weight against the door as he moved his legs on either side of hers, letting her move up even closer against him.
“I’d fuck you in a heartbeat if I thought you were ready,” he forced through his gritted teeth, his chest heaving as the backs of her knuckles brushed against his rigid cock, the thin cotton of his boxers the only thing that separated them as she worked on the last button. “But you’re not.”
She flicked a hungry look at up him that damn near had him exploding right then and there. “But that doesn’t mean there aren’t other things we can do,” she said with a playful smirk.
He lifted his brows, so under her spell it wasn’t even funny. “Yeah?” he rasped, loving that she felt comfortable enough to tease him, even when she was shivering with nerves. “Like what?” Because whatever you want, baby girl, it’s yours. My body. My heart. My fucking soul.
Curling her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, she flicked him another hot, scorching look from under her lashes. “Take your shirt off,” she husked, her breaths coming even faster. “I don’t want anything getting in the way of my view.”
Jonah reached behind his neck, grabbed a fistful of cotton, and pulled the T-shirt over his head. Tossing it on the counter, he stared down at her as she stared down at his groin, and a slow, crooked smile started to kick up the corner of his mouth. “Are you trying to tell me that you wanna see my dick, Jace?”
“I plan on doing a hell of a lot more than looking at it,” she shot back, tightening her grip on the waistband of his jeans. He hadn’t even realized she’d grabbed the top of his boxers too, until she wrenched the whole lot over his hips, his cock springing out with so much force it nearly smacked her arm.
Wrapping his right hand around the heavy shaft, Jonah angled his cock away from his body and squeezed down to hold back his cum, so turned on by the weight and heat of her greedy gaze that his goddamn legs were shaking. Thick veins bulged over his dark, ruddy flesh, the plum-sized head already slick and wet. He looked fucking barbaric, and Jocelyn apparently thought so too.
“Whoa,” she gasped.
His chest shook with a deep, guttural laugh. “Whoa?”
“Yeah. You’re…um…huge—but beautiful.”
Oh, God. “Jace, don’t,” he growled, squeezing his fist even tighter. “If you say shit like that, I’m gonna fucking lose it.”
“But it’s true.” Her voice was breathless, body looking like it was about to tremble apart. And beneath her knit top that had fallen off one smooth shoulder, her nipples were so hard they could have cut glass. “I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth.”
He touched her then, cupping her cheek with his free hand, his thumb stroking against the corner of her mouth. “You really want to? You wanna know what I taste like?” He pushed his thumb past her lips, rubbing it against her soft tongue. “You wanna know how fucking hard I can come for you?”
Curling her hands around his thick wrist, she pulled his thumb from her mouth as she glanced back up at him. “I really do,” she whispered—and then she dropped down onto her knees in front of him, her warm breath pelting against his heavy cockhead as she placed her hands on his hips.
“Fuck,” he snarled, sweating, his body shuddering so hard it was making the door shake. “I’m not gonna last more than a second.”
“Just keep holding it for me.” Her quiet voice was thick with lust, and his fucking legs nearly gave out when she leaned forward and dragged her tongue across the taut, bulging head, licking up the shiny drops of pre-cum. Then she moaned like she wanted more, opening those plump lips and covering his entire head, and he was so engorged he couldn’t believe he even fit in her hot little mouth. He gasped, shaking, his nostrils flaring as he fought the urge to grip the back of her head and ram himself straight to the back of her throat.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined this?” he ground out, his voice so gruff and raw he sounded like he was in pain. “Imagined you being on your knees in front of me, your pink lips stretched wide around my dick, and those green eyes staring up at me while you swallow me down?”
She curled one feminine hand over his then, the other gripping his thick shaft right under the flared head, her slender fingers not even able to fit completely around him, and fuck that was hot. Everything about her and this moment was seared into his brain like a brand, burning away the coldness of his past in a way that no inferno could have ever done.
She kept her eyes open, that luminous gaze locked tight with his savage one, and he felt his lips pull back over his teeth as he grimaced, the pleasure so fucking intense he wanted to roar with it. But he knew they had to be quiet, so he locked his jaw and choked back every guttural sound she was ripping up out of him, the way she started taking in even more of his cock, her tight mouth hot and hungry and deliciously greedy, making every inch of his body burn with sensation, his muscles coiling beneath his skin.
His balls tightened, boiling, the pressure in his shaft so intense he couldn’t fight it, and he came in a hard, violent burst, flooding her mouth. Her eyes shot wide, slender throat working again and again as she swallowed, each violent pulse shooting another heavy stream of cum over her perfect little tongue.
“All of it,” he growled, sounding like a goddamn animal. “Fucking swallow all of it.”
It wasn’t easy for her, but she did it. She gave him everything, blowing his goddamn mind, and the second he was emptied out, Jonah reached down, gripped her under her arms, and pulled her up, crushing her against his chest as he wrapped one arm around her lower back, the other fisting in all of those soft, blond curls. She had one second to whisper his name, and then his mouth was on hers.
“Fuck. Fuck me. That was so fucking hot,” he panted against her velvety lips, some primitive part of him throwing back its head and howling with feral, visceral satisfaction at the fact that her beautiful mouth tasted like him. He ravaged her, licking at her tongue until her own sweet taste came through, unable to get enough of her softness…her warmth, the hand on her back sliding down over her gorgeous ass and gripping tight, her curvy little body so fucking perfect it was unreal.
“Sorry about the bathroom setting,” she whispered, when he finally stopped kissing her long enough that she could gasp for air, her hands clutching at his sides. “But I didn’t trust myself with you near a bed.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He brushed his mouth over hers again, her husky words playing through his head. “It was perfect, sweetheart. You fucking destroyed me.”
Another soft, shy smile curved her tender lips, her green eyes bright with pleasure, and all he could think about was returning the favor and making her come undone for him, over and over. His dick was still rock hard, his hunger for her just as fierce as before, but she’d made it clear
that tonight she was the one calling the shots, and so he knew it was time to get his ass out of there.
“It’s the last thing that I wanna do,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to the center of her forehead, “but I’d better go.”
She nodded with understanding, and stepped back out of the circle of his arms. Grabbing his shirt off the counter, she handed it to him, and as he pulled it back over his head, then hitched up his boxers and jeans, putting himself back together, she watched him with a possessive gaze, not even trying to hide the fact that she was enjoying the show. Lifting up on her tiptoes, she pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek that made his chest tighten with emotion, and then she opened the bathroom door.
Jonah followed her back out into the front hallway, the quiet sound of the movie still playing in the living room striking him as surreal. Because while he might look like the same man who’d been sitting in there on her sofa, watching the good guys save the world, he…wasn’t. He didn’t know how to explain it, but having Jocelyn take what she wanted from him, and going after it like a little warrior… Yeah, it’d somehow changed him. Melted him down to his raw, basic elements, and then put him back together again in a way that was better than before.
Stepping close, she looked up at him as she pressed her hand over the still thundering beat of his heart. “I know you’re tired tonight. Will you text me when you get home and let me know that you’re okay?”
That feeling in his chest got tighter. “You planning on worrying about me?”
“Too clingy?” she asked with a wince.
“What? Fuck no. I mean, I don’t like the idea of you worrying,” he said, reaching up and tucking one of her curls behind her ear. “But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good to know that you care enough about me to do it.”
“Of course I care about you.” Her tone was soft, the look in her eyes so warm he felt its heat seeping beneath his skin and searching out those deepest, coldest parts of him. And then, with a wry smile twitching at the edge of her mouth, she said, “At the risk of sounding like the little prude you were always accusing me of being, I wouldn’t have just done what I did if I didn’t.”
He pulled in a deep breath and let those husky words soak into his soul, loving the way they felt, and couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around her and hugging the hell out of her. With his lips pressed against the top of her head, he said, “It means the world to me to hear you say that, Jace. And just so you know, I care about you too. So fucking much, sweetheart.”
He kissed her goodnight then, and forced his ass out the door.
And that feeling in his chest didn’t waver the entire way home. Not only because they’d gotten past his colossal fuck up on Friday, he’d just gotten the best head of his entire life, and Jocelyn had admitted that she cared about him…
But also because she’d confessed that she didn’t trust herself with him near a bed.
And that meant that even though she was determined to take things slow, his woman was just as desperate for him as he was for her.
Unable to stop rubbing her fingers over her sensitive lips, the scorching moments with Jonah in her tiny guest bathroom still playing through her mind on an intensely erotic, emotional loop, Jocelyn grinned like a crushed-out teen when she heard her phone chirp. Thinking Jonah was already sending her a text before he’d even reached his car, she quickly finished turning off all the lights and the TV, then hurried back to her room. But when she picked up the phone from where it was charging on her bedside table and read the message, dread coiled in her stomach like a snake, striking hard and fast.
“Oh no,” she whispered, reading the words again…and again. And then once more.
Unknown: Cartwright can’t hide his true colors forever. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Because the truth is gonna hurt.
Shit! She still hadn’t told Jonah about the text from last week, or that she knew about the night he’d spent with Denny and Gabriel, and suddenly the little protective bubble she’d been living in all weekend started to wobble.
“Tomorrow,” she breathed, her hands shaking as she pulled up Denny’s number, since she’d promised she would call right away if she got another message. “Tomorrow I’ll tell him, we’ll talk this through, and everything will be okay.”
But as she listened to Denny’s phone ringing in her ear, Jocelyn knew it wasn’t going to be that simple. Her emotions were already fraying at the edges, and whatever was coming, she only hoped that what they’d started would be strong enough to hold together through the storm.
It had to be, because she wanted so much more from Jonah Cartwright than just his time and his gorgeous body.
God, she needed so much more than that now.
Because she was already falling in love with him.
To be continued…
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Just when the future Jonah wants is so close he can taste it—everything his for the taking—the past he’d hoped to leave behind digs its claw into him deeper than ever. Determined to hold on to Jocelyn as strongly as he can, he begins a desperate search for the person working to destroy all that’s good in his world. But when painful lies and shocking truths are shoved between him and the woman he loves, will Jonah be able to keep her in his life? He knows Jocelyn feels the same, but how much will she be able to take before it all slips through his fingers?
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