Page 32 of Jonathan

“Sort of. It’s more my mother’s thing.”

“Speaking of…”

“No. Please don’t kill the mood.”

“Jonathan…!”

“No,” he repeated. Tucking a hand under her chin, he bent his head and planted a rough kiss on her lips that had her clinging. “I don’t want to think about anything that happened there. Just let me…,” he nibbled at her lips and had her moaning. “I want to concentrate on you – on this. The taste of you, the feel of your skin.”

He kissed her again, tongue easing into her lips with tormenting slowness. Her body responded alarmingly. Her bones seemed to be melting, and her blood felt as if it was slowly sizzling.

His hand drifted down her back to press against her derriere, molding her against his already hardening body. Ending the kiss, he trailed kisses down her neck until he was nibbling the hollow of her throat.

“Jon.” She whispered huskily, her head twisting restlessly, hands roaming over his broad shoulders and the bunched muscles of his arms.

“Hmm.” Lifting her up, he teased the nipple, stroking the rigid flesh with his tongue, until she was clutching at him.

“Please.”

He responded, by pulling the flesh between his teeth and suckling hard enough for her to feel it all the way to her sex.

He wanted to put his marks on her. To brand her with ownership. He wanted to make such an impression on her that she would never be able to forget him. Having fun? Not bloody likely, he thought angrily.

Pushing her back on the pillows, he trapped her body with his thighs. His expression was fierce and intense as he stared at her. His hands shaped her small breasts, thumbs rubbing slowly over the raised nipples. He was going to blow her mind into a million pieces even if it meant that he was suffering as a result.

Ignoring her gripping fingers, he moved down to her flat stomach which was now quivering and spent time trailing kissesover the skin. When he dipped his tongue into her concave navel, she jolted, fingers curling into the sheets.

Her body vibrated, heart pumping so hard, she felt faint.

He loved her scent. The muskiness of sex, mingled with her subtle perfume. Propping her hips up, he made a production of tasting and teasing the swollen flesh that was still sensitive from the lovemaking before. When he clamped the flesh between his teeth, she screamed, her body arching upwards.

“God! God! God!’ She cried out as the orgasm rolled through her body with the speed of lightening and left her weak and trembling.

But he was not finished yet. Not waiting for her to recover, he slid his tongue inside her. Tears leaked from her closed lids as her body melted. She was not certain she could take much more of this.

For the first time in her life, she was out of her league and out of control. She came again, the climax vicious, swamping her and pushing her over the edge.

When he climbed on top of her, driving into her, she wrapped her hands around his neck and buried her face in his chest and just clung.

He felt her tears and realized that his throat was burning. He held her against him for a minute, absorbing her trembling body.

His heart was hammering and his body coated with sweat. He moved then, thrusting slowly, the momentum building, until he was driving into her quickly.

Bending his head, he took her lips in a kiss that was so sweet, so tender that it had her tearing up again. He emptied himself, his mouth still clinging to hers, his body shuddering from the impact.

Sliding off her, he gathered her against him so that she was pressing her face on his chest. Neither of them spoke for several minutes, each absorbed in their own thoughts.

“Want to go for a ride?” He murmured into the silence that shrouded the bedroom.

She laughed huskily and kept her face buried. “I don’t think we can find the strength.”

“How about some food?” He suggested. “We did not get anything to eat.”

“Whose fault was that?” She mumbled.

“Completely mine.” He was running his hand up and down her back. “That’s why I am aiming to fix it. What are you in the mood for?”

She lifted her head and met his gaze. “What are you suggesting? I have to tell you right now, that I am not cooking.”

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