This one was pure seduction, dark and dangerous and scorching hot. And even though she’d thought it impossible, that smile made her want him even more.
Jonah’s hands curled over the bottom of her sweater, lingering there as he turned his chin to look at his bedroom door, which was still open wide. “Can I keep the light on?”
Surprised, Natalie turned her eyes to the soft light spilling in from the foyer and the hallway. As if her expression telegraphed the why? from her brain, he added, “It’s easier for me to know what you like when I can see you, and I want to be sure you’re a hundred percent, every step of the way. Plus”—he reached up to close his thumb and forefinger around a lock of hair that had tumbled free from the knot on her head, sliding them slowly down the length of it until he reached the end—“you’re goddamned gorgeous. I can’t help but want to be selfish with you.”
“Oh,” she whispered. “Well, when you put it like that…”
Still, Jonah paused, and she realized with a start that he was waiting for the actual words. “Yes,” Natalie told him. “The light is okay with me.”
“Okay.” Sliding his hands lower, he returned his attention to the edge of her sweater, lifting it slowly over her head. She sent up a silent prayer of thanks that she’d had the wherewithal to leave her most threadbare bra in her suitcase, although the functional, cream-colored cotton she’d hustled her way into this morning was only a notch better. Ugh, maybe she hadn’t quite thought the whole sure-you-can-leave-the-light-on thing all the way through.
And then she saw Jonah’s face. “Gorgeous,” he said again, the same way he’d spoken to her last night. The truth in his stare made Natalie believe him, and she squared her shoulders.
She might be a virgin in a plain-Jane bra who was about to sail into some seriously uncharted sexual waters, but with Jonah’s eyes on her body, as soft as a caress and as sexy as the promise of so much more, Natalie felt like a fucking goddess.
“I want to see you, too,” she said. When Jonah opened his mouth—to protest, if his shift in expression was anything to go by—she continued. “You said you want me to be a hundred percent, every step of the way, right?”
“Yes.”
“And that you want me.”
“Yes.” His voice gripped the word, making Natalie even bolder.
“Then take me, Jonah.” She stepped back, but only far enough to open her arms to him fully. “But let me see you while you do it. That’s what I want.”
To her surprise, he deferred. Reaching down low, he pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it beside her sweater on the floor.
“Oh.” Natalie’s heart kicked a hard rhythm against her breastbone as she took in his tightly muscled shoulders. Ridged abs that were a testament to all that gym time. The dusting of golden hair creating a path from his navel to his waistband, then to the impressive erection pressing against his jeans, and okay, yeah. She’d never been so happy she’d stood her ground.
Jonah reclaimed the space between them with a step. He took a quick second to kick off his cross-trainers, giving Natalie the chance to do the same with her own before he guided her to his bed to maneuver them both over the tousled covers. His skin was warm under her fingers, and Natalie spread them wide over his shoulders, parting her knees to accommodate his body against hers. He balanced enough of his weight on the palm he’d planted under her arm not to crush her, but gravity kept them connected enough for her to recognize how right there with her he was.
She arched up into his body, fitting her mouth to his, the kiss growing just intense enough to double the need in her belly before Jonah broke it. Trailing lower, he kissed her jaw, her earlobe, her collarbone—places that, before now, she’d have called ordinary, but in this moment, were on fire. Natalie tightened her fingers over his shoulders, the play of his muscles rippling in return making her smile.
But when he moved lower still, to the space between her breasts, her smile turned into a moan.
“Yes?” Jonah asked, looking up at her. His eyes glittered, nearly navy blue in the dim light spilling in over his shoulders, and she nodded without thought.
“Yes.”
He was moving before her voice had fully faded into the quiet of his bedroom. With a deft twist of his fingers, he undid the front clasp of her bra. A few small movements from both of them had the thing on the floor with the growing pile of their clothes, and Natalie’s nipples peaked in anticipation. Jonah—thank God—didn’t make her wait. Lowering his head, he closed his lips over one nipple, making her cry out. The pleasure of the wet friction warred with the ache pulsing between her legs, and she gave in to one while trying to ease the other. Jonah worked her with perfect strokes of his lips and tongue, moving from one nipple to the other, then back again. Finally, when she was certain she’d combust, or at the very least, lose her mind, he shifted lower, his fingers resting on the button of her jeans.
At his pause, Natalie nodded. “Yes,” she said again. In that moment, she realized then that while Jonah might be the one dishing up the pleasure, she still held every ounce of control over it. The understanding turned her on even more, and she reached down to undo her jeans, sliding them from her body even though it left her in nothing more than her light pink cotton panties, her damp, aching pussy just one layer and a few scant inches away from Jonah’s touch.
“Jesus.” His throat worked over a swallow, the flash of raw emotion in his eyes there and then gone.
The dark, dirty confidence that took its place made Natalie’s breath hitch.
“Have you ever been kissed here?” he asked, his mouth hovering just over the spot where her panties gave way to bare skin.
“Twice,” she said. While both men with whom she’d had the encounters had been nice enough, she had to admit she’d been left wondering what all the fuss was about.
Jonah traced a finger over her hip. “Did you like it?”
“It was…fine?”
His laughter rumbled over her, leaving goose bumps in its wake. “Do you remember how I said you’d feel like a goddess by the time I was done with you?”
All Natalie could do was nod.
“Good.” Jonah pinned her with a stare that sailed all the way through her. “Because I’m just getting started, and I’m going to show you so much more than fine.”
Hooking both hands over her panties, he slid them down, over her knees, then off completely. It occurred to her that she should feel vulnerable in her nakedness, especially when Jonah was still partially dressed in his jeans, and if she were with anyone else, she probably would have.
But this was Jonah, who she trusted. Jonah, who she wanted right now more than anything.
Jonah, who was looking at her not just like she was a goddess, but like she was his goddess.
“Fuck, Natalie,” he said, settling back between her parted thighs. His stare said the rest, making her feel beautiful. Strong and in control.
She opened her knees wider to give him both permission and access, and he took it. Kissing a soft path from her belly to the top of her hip, he pressed his palm to one inner thigh while letting the fingers on his opposite hand stroke over her sex.
“Oh, my God.” The touch, as light as it was, had her arching off the mattress, her inner muscles clenching with need.
“Easy,” Jonah murmured, the pressure on her thigh constant and steady, grounding her. “I’m right here with you.”
“You’re driving me insane,” she said, and he huffed out a laugh.
“Under the circumstances, I’ll take that as a compliment. Now let me give you what you need.”
This time, he didn’t wait. Edging his shoulders securely between her thighs, he dropped his head, dragging his tongue over her pussy in one long, slow lick, then reversing the movement to focus on her clit. Natalie didn’t even have the air to breathe, much less sigh or moan or cry out, so she simply gave in to the sensations ripping through her. Jonah kissed and tasted and took, testing out different rhythms until he found one
that—ah—turned the need between her hips desperate. Keeping his attention on her clit firm, he slid his fingers lower, pushing one inside of her with ease.
Her muscles squeezed in pure pleasure, drawing a sigh past her lips. He moaned in reply, the vibration against her hypersensitive skin bringing her that much closer to the edge, adjusting his touch in accordance with her breath. Jonah added another finger to stretch her slowly, sweetly. The pressure of his fingers, now sliding back and forth as he circled her clit with his tongue, was both too much and not enough. Natalie chased his movements with her hips, greedy pleasure filling her more and more, until finally, he twined his fingers together to find that spot hidden deep inside of her—the one she’d have said was a myth before last night—and she was lost. Her orgasm shockwaved through her, gripping her tightly before sending her flying. Jonah was right there with her, his touches gradually growing slower and softer, until he shifted back to look up at her.
A few beats later, she regained command of her lungs, the hold tenuous, but there. “Come here,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate. Pushing forward, he realigned their bodies from shoulders to hips, settling in at her side.
“You’re wearing too much.” Natalie ran her fingers over his chest and torso—damn, his abs felt even sexier than they looked, which would be unjust if it weren’t so fucking hot—pausing when she got to the top button. Jonah surprised her by arcing into her touch, his gaze locked on her hands as she undid the button, then the zipper, then pushed the denim away to reveal a pair of snug black boxer briefs. Her heart tripped at the outline of his cock beneath the cotton, and for a sliver of a second, she felt self-conscious. They were fast approaching the part of things where she had no experience whatsoever. She wanted him, but…
“What?”
Of course, he’d seen right through her. “I don’t just want this to be good for me,” Natalie whispered.
Surprise darted through her at his laugh. “Believe me, you have nothing to worry about.”
“But you’re doing everything, and—”
“Do you still want to do this?” he asked, the question level and devoid of anything other than the want of an honest answer.
Desire swirled and rebuilt in her belly at the thought. “Yes. I’m sure.”
“I want it, too, Nat. I promise.”
The intensity Jonah had banked earlier returned to his eyes, only this time, he didn’t hide it. He kissed her, slow and deep, as if the two of them alone were in charge of time. Natalie kissed him back instinctively, sliding her hands down low to finish undressing him. Her breath caught when her fingers grazed his cock, but want quickly took over, cutting through her nerves. She wrapped her fingers around him firmly, her arousal flaring as she started to stroke.
“Natalie,” he hissed, his hand closing over hers.
She didn’t give in. “I like touching you,” she said, sliding the circle of her fingers from base to tip in proof.
Jonah’s eyes flashed in the shadows. He relented, but kept his fingers curled tightly against hers as she began to move again. The glide of their hands, pressed together and working as one, was completely erotic, the strokes growing longer and gaining purpose, until finally he broke off with a groan.
“You’re not going to get what you want if you keep that up,” he said, enough of a smile hanging in his words to make her concede. He took a handful of seconds to get a condom from his bedside table drawer, getting it into place with a few economical movements. It hit Natalie that she was about to lose her virginity, and a tiny wave of adrenaline splashed through her, speeding up her heart.
“Still yes?” Jonah asked, returning to her side. The move put their faces level, and she answered him with all the honesty she owned.
“Still yes. It’s just that I’ve never done this before. Obviously.” A nervous laugh bubbled up. “I’m a little out of my depth.”
“I’ll go slow,” he promised. “Just do what feels good.”
It sounded easy enough, so Natalie nodded. Jonah returned to the cradle of her hips, angling over her and splitting his balance between one palm and both knees. Her thighs fell wide, and he used his free hand to brush his fingers over her sex.
“Oh,” she breathed, her body coming alive. His fingers moved freely through her slickness, the blunt head of his cock nudging over the same skin. Pressing. Stretching. For one split second, Natalie wondered if this would actually work—she’d seen enough penises to know Jonah’s was impressively big. But then it was working, with him pressing deeper and her body accommodating, and she let out a breath. There was a spot of discomfort at the halfway point, an odd pressure that bordered on pain, but Jonah pushed past it swiftly, gliding gently deeper until it became an afterthought.
And then they were completely joined.
“Oh, my God,” Natalie blurted, her smile impossible to cage.
One corner of Jonah’s mouth lifted. “Yes?”
“Yes.” She nodded, her hair rustling against the pillow it spilled over. “Definitely yes.”
“Good.”
She opened her mouth to make a smart comment—she’d known she was never going to live that good thing down—but then he started to move, and Natalie forgot her name.
A sound flew past her lips, part sigh, part something else she couldn’t label. Jonah’s slow in-and-out slide made every nerve ending between her hips come to life. Sensations flew through her, nearly too fast for her to register them, save one.
Pleasure.
“Christ, Natalie,” Jonah said, his voice like gravel as he withdrew just an inch, then pumped slowly to seat his cock all the way inside her again. “You’re so fucking tight.”
The look on his face erased any worry she might have that that was a bad thing, and she eased even further, her inner muscles sparking in reply.
Oh. “Jonah,” she murmured. Sliding her hands over the back of his rib cage, she held him close as he began to thrust into her pussy. The rhythm started slowly, but just as he had with everything else, he measured her breaths and sighs, testing out what worked and reading her to change what didn’t. She adjusted to each wicked feeling just in time for him to heighten it and draw it out, and release teased, low and deep at the base of her spine.
Natalie gasped at the unexpected sensation. She’d already had one Richter-scale orgasm. No way could she have another one.
But the way her pleasure had brightened was too strong to deny. Need coiled tighter within her, building with each forward press of Jonah’s hips, and when he leaned forward to bring his cock in direct contact with her aching, swollen clit, her exhale started to shake.
“Please, don’t stop. Please, please.” Her orgasm was right…there, and oh, God, she’d never felt anything like this need, so close to pleasure and yet also bordering on pain.
“Natalie, open your eyes.”
She hadn’t quite realized she’d squeezed them shut. When she did what Jonah had said, his gaze was right there, waiting.
“I’m right here, sweetheart. I won’t stop.”
He didn’t. Jonah’s motions stayed exactly the same, guiding her to the edge only to tumble her over. Natalie’s climax left her breathless, caught for a moment between everything and nothing, and she let it, let Jonah, have her. His movements began to slow, but she reached up to touch his face.
“You promised you wouldn’t stop.” She lifted her hips, rocking suggestively against his cock until he’d filled her completely. “So don’t.”
His eyes glittered, midnight blue and more intense than she’d ever seen them, and for a breath, she thought he’d refuse, the way he had when she’d wanted to touch him. But his grip on her hip tightened, the motion he’d just scaled back on growing faster and gaining intent. Jonah’s thrusts became harder, sending pleasure through Natalie that she couldn’t explain, but oh, oh God, she wanted it as badly as she’d wanted her own release. Finally, his muscles went taut, his body stilling for only a second before he started to shudder. Her na
me spilled out of him, over and over like a mantra, making her heartbeat quicken.
“Natalie,” he whispered, dropping his forehead over hers. They lay there for…well, hell, Natalie had no clue because time honestly felt as if it didn’t apply to her universe right now. Jonah’s body was a warm weight on hers, their damp chests pressed together and their legs tangled in the bed sheets. She had no clue what was supposed to happen now, but she felt too good to care, so she did what Jonah had told her to.
She did what felt good, and started to laugh.
“Oh, my God, that was…” Yeah, there was no fucking chance she was going to find a way to accurately describe the sex they’d just had. “Can we do it again? Like, the deal is for all night, right?”
Jonah chuffed out a laugh. “You’re going to have to give me a couple of minutes, sweetheart. But, yes. The deal is for all night.”
“So, it was good?” Natalie asked, and yeah, she really needed to expand her vocabulary unless she wanted him to tease her for the rest of their lives. “I mean, for you?”
“Yeah.” He laughed again, leaning in to place a kiss over her mouth. “It was good.” His stare, which had been soft, turned wicked in an instant, making Natalie’s breath catch. “Now, let’s get some food in you. If all night is what you’re after, you’re going to need it.”
16
Of all the ways Jonah had envisioned the moments after sex with Natalie, the fact that they might be filled with genuine, balls-out laughter had not crossed his mind. He’d never once had a partner laugh, happily or otherwise, post-coitus, and he’d damn sure never felt the sort of ease that had followed the whole untangle/wash up/get dressed routine he and Natalie had just gone through.
Not worrying about how long he had to lie there before he could feasibly slip away had been a relief. The fact that he hadn’t wanted to slip away at all?
He’d deal with that little emotion later.
“Okay,” Natalie said, the light from the fridge combining with the glow from the overheads to put the sexy flush of her cheeks on full display. “I think we’ve got enough here for me to get a couple of omelets together. There will be greens,” she warned, holding up a bag of spinach. “But we’ve got some ham in the deli drawer, too, so that’ll balance things out a little.”
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