Page 51 of A Slice of Love

I won’t give him that power.

Instead, I press onto my tiptoes and crush my mouth against his.

He wasn’t expecting it, but it doesn’t take long before his hands weave through my hair and he’s holding me to him, taking control of the kiss.

Suddenly, everything feels right again.

The way he cradles my head, how his new beard feels scraping my chin. The way his chest brushes against mine. His tongue sweeping into my mouth.

It’s all so right.

Everything I’ve been missing and more.

He pulls back, sighing as he rests his forehead on mine. “I’ve missed this. So much.”

I nod, because I can’t form words right now.

“I’ve missed you, Frank.”

Nod.

“I’m sorry I left the way I did.”

Another nod.

“Please stop being mad at me.”

I don’t answer.

I kiss him again.

Jonas lets me.

One hand remains in my hair as the other trails down my back, down and down and down until he’s cupping my ass.

Without much effort, he lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

For a moment, I worry about his knee and all the extra weight, but I push the thought aside. Jonas knows his body and his limits.

I trust him.

The reality of the thought hits me.

Even after everything, I still trust him.

Just not with my heart. Not yet, at least.

He walks us backward until I’m resting on top of the counter and he’s between my legs. His fingers snake under my shirt until his hand is precariously close to my breast.

I know he feels my heart rate pick up, anticipating his touch, because I feel him smile against me.

He kisses his way over my chin, down my neck, and across my collarbone until he’s trailed a path to my chest.

My nipples pebble, and I want nothing more than for him to close his mouth around me and help ease some of this pressure between my legs.

“Can I?”

“Can you? Good gravy, Jonas, take my damn shirt off already!”

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