by Jeannie Moon
“You believe in magic, Captain?”
“I should be asking you that, Science Girl.”
Standing on her tiptoes, she dropped a kiss on his lips. “I’m not going to chicken out. I know we’re taking our time out here so I have time to back out, but I won’t. I want you too much.”
“I’ll make this good for you. I promise.”
Stroking his cheek and kissing him again, she nodded. She had no idea how much her trust meant to him. His goal now was not to let her down.
Taking her hand, he led her onto the front porch and opened the door to let her in. He flipped the light on and Keely stepped away, walking a small circle in the middle of the living room.
“This is amazing.” She continued to survey his space, and Jonah took in how perfect she looked there.
The two log cabins on the property were built from trees harvested from the ranch. They’d fallen into some disrepair when they were empty for over a decade, but then his parents began restoring them. His great room had log walls floor to ceiling, stained a golden color that reflected the light. A large stone fireplace dominated one end of the room, and his kitchen was at the other.
Toward the back of the house were his bedroom and a bathroom. Facing him, Keely dropped her purse and took off her coat, which she laid on the arm of the sofa. She looked perfect in her soft pink top and faded jeans; her blonde hair was curly this evening, falling in waves over her shoulder.
It was then that he noticed something. “You aren’t wearing glasses.”
“No. I decided to try contacts tonight.”
Jonah wasn’t sure how he felt about it; Keely’s glasses were part of her.
Stepping into her space, he ran his hand over her shoulder, down her arm and over her hip, sliding it around her and settling on her ass. Every part of her made him think of some way or other he could make love to her. Some way to make her feel crazy pleasure.
“I really don’t know what to do,” she said hoarsely, tensing under his hand.
“You just have to tell me if what I’m doing is okay. If you like it. This is all about you. It’s your first time, and that’s the way it has to be.”
Nodding quickly, she mouthed okay. He could see her fear, her uncertainty. The usual confidence she brought to everything else she did had left her. He hoped by the time the sun rose, she’d have it back.
It was early, only ten o’clock. They had a lot of time to get this right.
Leaning in, Jonah scooped Keely into his arm, and instantly loved how she felt. This was no wisp of a girl—he was holding a woman in his arm, a beautiful, curvy woman.
He walked her to the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. Her hair fanned out like a halo around her face, and Jonah couldn’t resist touching it. Brushing it back, he looked into her big brown eyes before sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.
“You trust me?” That was the most important thing. He needed her trust.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“I’m going to go slow. You can tell me to stop anytime.”
“I won’t want you to…”
Bending down to kiss her, he smiled. “I hope not, but you can. Okay?”
She nodded.
“I’m going to undress you now.”
“Do you want me to…”
Pulling her to a sitting position, they faced each other on the bed. “Nothing. Let me have my fun.”
Jonah kissed her neck, using his tongue to trace a path over her collarbone and into the deep V of her shirt, where he kissed the hint of cleavage peeking out. Taking the bottom of her shirt, he tugged it up and pulled it off over her head.
Now in her jeans and a bra, Keely was starting to look like the erotic fantasy he’d been dreaming about. Every night since he’d first picked her up off 89, she’d crept into his sleep. Now she was here and he had the chance to make the fantasy reality.
He watched for signs of stress, but the only thing indicating the slightest embarrassment was the flush turning her skin a rosy pink. He reached behind her and she drew a deep breath, knowing he was going to flip the clasp and take off her bra.
Slowly, he eased the straps off her shoulders, watched as the cups inched down, and finally slid off.
Once that was done, he inhaled at the sight of her. She was perfection. Her breasts were round and creamy, and her pink nipples were already pebbled and peaked. Easing her back into the pillows, Jonah kissed each tip, and Keely arched into him.
The woman had a hair trigger. This was going to be fucking amazing. “Good?”
“Uh huh.”
The next time he leaned over, he took her breast in his mouth and pulled, using his tongue and lips to tease her. Her hands reached back and gripped the rails of his wrought iron headboard, and he groaned at the sight. She wasn’t ready, but Jonah was already thinking about what he could do when she was.
But for now, he teased her, and she watched him, biting her lips, and letting out the sexiest little noises. Once he thought she was truly wanting, he left a trail of kisses over her belly.
That was when he popped the button on her jeans and started easing them off. Keely lifted her cheeks, which allowed him to pull them down in one easy move, leaving her in just a lacy white thong.
That was it. He was done for anyone else.
Keely was the most beautiful, the most feminine, the sexiest creature he’d ever laid eyes on. That he cared about her so much just made this so much more important.
Her legs were long and shapely, her hips full and curved. There were no ribs or bone, just soft skin and supple curves. Rising because he needed a second, he dimmed the lights and looked at her from a distance.
She was on top of the soft brown blanket, her hair falling around her and picking up flickers of light. She was still holding onto the headboard, waiting for him. Just waiting for him to take her where she’d never been.
Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, he took it off and tossed it in the corner. He made equally quick work of his jeans, but he left on his boxer briefs.
His erection was massive and he didn’t want to scare her. But he had every intention of making her come, and for that, the little thong was going to have to go.
Tucking his hands under her ass, he slipped his fingers into the elastic circling her hips and pulled it off. She squirmed a little, probably feeling exposed.
“Just trust me, baby. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I know. I know you won’t.” Her voice trembled and cracked, but she didn’t tell him to stop.
He took her knees and bent them, then he crawled up between her legs. Without telling her what he was going to do, he let his tongue touch her warm center.
“Oh.” She flinched, scooting away.
“You’re very sensitive, but I’m going to need to hold you still so I can take care of you.”
“You don’t have to…”
He couldn’t believe that no one had taken this amazing woman to bed before. She supposedly went to school with fucking geniuses. He was betting they were stupider than shit.
“Keely, I want to. Trust me. I want to do this.”
He grabbed her hips and put his mouth on her. She jerked away again, and he held on. “Stay still, sweetheart.”
“Jonah, I…” She was breathing heavy already.
He didn’t answer her, but took her without mercy. He licked and sucked her tiny nub, making her cry out like he’d never heard before. Her hips bucked as he eased a finger inside her, and then another, feeling the wet heat building. Between his mouth and his hand, she was turning into a puddle. She’d be so relaxed when he finally entered her, she might enjoy it.
He wanted her to.
More than anything, he wanted her to be happy.
*
Keely knew what an orgasm felt like. But as her body shuddered and exploded into a thousand pieces, it took on new meaning. She had a battery-operated boyfriend, but what she had just experienced with Jonah was more intense, more physical, more… eve
rything… than she’d ever felt before.
Now she knew what she’d been missing. Holy mother of God.
“Are you okay?” Jonah had gathered her in and pulled a warm blanket over them.
All Keely could do was nod. It felt like her body was vibrating, every single nerve ending still firing. “I’m wonderful. God, I had… I had no idea.” She snuggled into him for warmth and protection, feeling completely safe and loved. It was everything she’d ever dreamed of.
“All that matters is you.”
More than his words, Keely noticed how he sheltered her. Everything he did was protective. And that meant something. Her family loved her, she never doubted that, but they never understood her. Jonah always had. More than her brother’s friend, he’d been there for her.
He understood her, then and now.
Turning her face toward his, she chewed on her lower lip, just like she always did when she got nervous. Jonah looked at her and smiled. “What?”
That’s when she reached down and touched him.
“Whoa! Honey…”
“I think there’s more to do, am I right?”
“Are you ready?”
Nodding, she thought she’d never been more ready. “Make love to me, Jonah. Teach me everything.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” He kissed her so sweetly, so tenderly. There was so much more to Jonah than anyone knew. With each touch, this wonderful man revealed a piece of himself. This was what intimacy felt like. She got it now.
How could she be so smart and not understand the difference between “just sex” and a something much deeper? Keely had never made the disconnect between the physical and the emotional. She thought she had, but it was only now that she could see that she and Jonah had ventured into dangerous territory.
He wasn’t talking about anything long term, and she was there for just under a year. She’d never put demands on him. But it was clear, there was more than sex between them.
What had he said earlier?
Mine.
Grasping the waist of his briefs, she tugged down, not having any idea what she was in for. All she knew was that she wanted him. All of him.
He shifted his weight, raising himself over her. He never lost eye contact. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Keely… promise. If you want me to stop just tell me.”
“I won’t—” she objected.
Cutting her off with a kiss, he said it again. “Promise.”
“I promise.”
“Good. Now touch me. Get used to me.”
Locking her eyes on his, she reached down like she had before and laid her hand on his now exposed erection. Allowing her fingers to graze over it, she watched Jonah as he closed his eyes, looking pained.
“Is this okay?” She wondered if it was, but then she thought about how she must have looked and sounded when he brought her to orgasm earlier.
“It’s perfect,” he groaned. “You’re perfect.”
Moving her hand over him, she realized he was very big. His penis was long and thick and silky. And just like a heroine from one of the historical romances she took from her grandmother’s bookshelf, she wondered how he was going to fit. Logically, she knew he would, that she would stretch to accommodate him.
It was biology. Pure and simple.
Women had babies, after all, and he wasn’t as big as a newborn…
“What is going on in that head of yours? You look like you’re doing calculus.”
Crap, had she checked out on him?
“No, I, umm…why?”
“You stopped… participating… and when I looked at you—what are you thinking about?”
“You’re very… big.”
“Ah. It’ll be okay. I’ll go slow.”
“I know. I get all that. But still, it’s new, that’s all.”
“I’ll be very careful. Please trust me.”
She trusted him, that wasn’t the problem. She didn’t trust herself.
Jonah settled the matter when he kissed her and everything went out of her head. “There, that’s better. Let me love you, Keely.”
“Oh, Jonah…”
He sipped at her lips and nipped her neck, then licking and teasing her nipples. She started when he slipped a finger inside her.
“I’m going to get you ready. Try to relax.”
She did as he said, remembering how he’d made her feel just a few minutes ago. And she did trust him. He’d never hurt her.
Relaxing into his hand, Keely moved her hips, getting into a slow rhythm.
“That’s my girl. Nice and easy.” Jonah slipped a second finger inside her and she arched against his hand. She couldn’t believe she was aroused again so soon. But there were a lot of things she didn’t know. Getting up her nerve, she wrapped her hand around his erection.
He moaned in approval, and Keely let herself absorb the feel of him. There were bumps and ridges. And with each movement, she felt Jonah’s hips thrust ever so slightly.
He removed his hand and reached around her, opening a drawer in the nightstand and pulling out a condom. Thank God she didn’t have to ask.
When he rolled on the condom, she could see him clearly for the first time. She was nervous, but in the best way. His touch had electrified her. She wanted him, all of him, and the physical act was only part of it.
He was about so much more.
“Are you ready?” Pushing himself up so he was supporting his weight on his arms, Keely felt him at her entrance.
She nodded. If the wetness between her thighs was any indication, she was more than ready. He pushed a little, and immediately she felt the tightness. This wasn’t going to be easy.
Taking breaths and keeping her eyes locked on him, she went with it. He told her he’d go slowly, and he did exactly that. With each inch, Keely felt the stretch, it was uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt. Jonah went a little further each time, and then wait for her to ease around him. It was painstaking, and she imagined it was far worse for him than for her. Feeling him inside her was a thrill, a rush, and she wanted more.
She had a storm raging in her belly. It was heat and fire, a wanting like she’d never known. There was something very primal about what they were doing, what they were feeling. This was more than sex; on another, deeper level, they were bonding. Keely knew she shouldn’t hook her hopes on anything, but she felt it. Her body, her heart, her mind knew this was the man for her. No other would ever do.
He was straining as he entered her, it felt wonderful, but he had to be in agony and he’d put himself through enough. “I’m okay,” she whispered as she kissed his lips. “It’s okay.”
“Keely. God, you feel so good.”
“I want all of you, Jonah. Please…”
“Are you sure…”
Moving her hips, knowing it was a cruel tease, she urged him on.
With a final thrust, he pushed the rest of the way in. It was a shock to her system, more than she expected, and she gasped, sucking in a breath as he stilled. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, just give me a second. I want to get used to you. To feel you.”
His thickness, his length, his weight settled on top of her were all sensations she wanted to commit to memory. These moments with him would carry her through lonely nights, and long days wondering when, or if he was thinking about her.
When she was ready, she took his face in her hands, and going purely on instinct, shifted her hips. He groaned deep in his throat, so she did it again, and again.
It was a miracle, when he started moving. The slow, steady strokes warmed her from the inside out, the friction proving to be the most delicious feeling. Jonah’s eyes opened and he watched her just as she was watching him.
The thrusts became regular and a tiny grin tipped the corner of his mouth. “How is that?”
“It’s amazing. God, Jonah… God…”
“It’s all you, baby. All you.”
With the sli
ghtest encouragement, he got her to move, to match him, to increase the pace, to lift her hips.
Then something started to change. Jonah’s eyes closed. He laced his fingers with hers, and he went deeper.
Finally.
All Keely could do was hold on as Jonah’s hips picked up a frantic pace. He moved her whole body with each stroke, but Keely didn’t care. Would she be sore? Probably. But as far as she was concerned, that was just fine. She came again in one long rolling wave, then in a burst so sudden, she called out.
With a roar that let her know the power of the man, he pressed into her one last time. His shoulders and back went rock hard and his face winced as he called out, but then showed the most amazing relief when his body relaxed.
Collapsing on her, he must have immediately realized how heavy he was and he shifted to the side. Still on his stomach, one arm and one leg stayed draped over her and his head lay on her shoulder. “Jesus. That was incredible.” Focusing his gaze on hers, his blue eyes were dark, stormy. “How do you feel?”
Stroking his hair back from his sweaty brow, she thought about the question. How did she feel?
“I feel like a very lucky woman. Thank you for not running scared.”
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Keely couldn’t remember a time that she didn’t trust Jonah, that he wasn’t one of the most important people in her orbit. It was quite possible the stars sent her home to Marietta for more than just making amends.
It looked like they had a plan for her, too.
Chapter Ten
Jonah had no idea what time it was, but when he reached for Keely to pull her close, all he discovered was that he was alone in his bed.
She didn’t have her car, so she hadn’t run off, but where the hell had she gone? He wanted nothing more than to curl around her warm little body and sleep.
He’d never spent the night with a woman. Sex? Sure.
Spending the whole night? Nope.
And now that he’d been with Keely, no one else would ever measure up.
She was soft and feminine, responsive. She gave everything of herself, and when he entered her for the first time, something raw, primal, and proprietary reared up inside him. She was his woman. No one else could have her.