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“Then I need to move away—right now—before I find out exactly how edible you are,” I tell her bluntly.
When nothing but a hissing sound escapes her lips, I lean forward and touch my lips to hers. “I’ll just get us some more wi—”
The word isn’t out of my mouth before Trina’s tackles me backward against the couch, her mouth voraciously devouring mine.
Chapter 17
Trina
Jonas’s arm immediately whips up to cradle me around my hips, pulling tighter against his erection. “Trina,” he manages to get out as I pepper his face with kisses.
My hair floats down in between us as I try to capture his mouth. A sound of frustration escapes as I yank it back with one hand. My hand encounters his just as he nips at my lips. “I believe that’s my job—the hair yanking, that is.” He gives a gentle tug, causing my womb to clench.
With both hands free, I slide them into the thickness of his dark waves, lifting his head up to meet mine for a heated exchange of lips and tongues. Our bodies align and move against one another. Each press, each touch causes one or the other to let out a soft sigh or moan.
Long moments pass where I feel like I’m drowning in the intensity of Jonas’s drugging kiss. I never knew it was possible to suffocate under my own senses where the smell of his cologne and the taste of wine would stop all air.
Feeling myself being lifted and shifted, I realize my back is pressed against the luxurious leather. I gasp when find myself caught in the storm of Jonas’s gaze. Even behind his glasses, the passion that’s been released is enough to incinerate us both.
As if he can read my thoughts, he reaches up and rips at one of the arms holding the glasses onto his head before carelessly tossing them onto the table. Lifting my hips into the cradle of his thighs, he lets out a curse. “Christ, what do you have on under this dress?”
My mind is so hazy from the feel of his erection pressed up against me through his dress slacks that I answer without thinking. “Not much.”
His chin drifts beneath my jaw, and he brushes his lips there before scraping his teeth down the column of my neck, which sends shudders through me. “Thank Christ.”
I push at his shoulders, trying to shove off his jacket with all my might. While I’m normally strong from hauling around two children and working in the kitchen, the energy in my limbs has left me. Maybe that’s because Jonas is tracing the edge of my dress at my collarbone with his tongue. “Ohh.” My nails dig into his shoulders. “More,” I moan.
Jonas pulls back slightly, and air seeps between us. I hiss a little as the coolness hits my exposed thighs which are clenched around his hips. My skin is so hot, it feels like it’s on fire.
“Jonas.” My voice comes out weak. “Don’t make me beg.”
His lips sweep upward as he quickly shucks his jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch. “Trina, sweetheart, I’m sorry to tell you, but by the time the night’s through, I might just make you.” His fingers make quick work of the buttons running along the front of his dark shirt. Ripping it from his body, he tosses it away before lowering his body back onto mine. “Now—” He slides his hands up to palm my breasts, causing me to arch away from the leather at my back. “—where were we?”
“I’m not quite sure.”
Jonas pulls my neckline down to discover I haven’t been wearing a bra. “I am,” he says thickly, lowering his head to my protruding nipple.
“I…oh, do that again,” I plead, as his tongue flicks at the nipple rapidly before his lips surround the entire areola and he sucks. Hard. I cry out at the intensity of the pleasure-pain sensation from the lash of his tongue. The ache has me dripping from my core where my inconsequential G-string does little to stop the moisture from trickling. I lift my hips and squeeze to stop the ache, to silently ask for more.
“Yes,” he growls in response to my plea. Even as my nails scour down through the contours of his chest, over the light sprinkling of hair and scrape of his nipples, Jonas is running his hands over my body frantically. “Tell me how to get you out of this dress before I rip it off your body.”
“Zipper. Back.” I’m distracted by the way his muscles bunch and tense beneath my fingers. His shifting me upward to find my elusive zipper works to my advantage as it brings my lips closer to his chest, where I immediately circle his dusky nipple with my own lips.
“Fuck,” Jonas hisses. Distracted from his target, he presses my head against his chest while I take a sharp nip. He jerks back in surprise, eyes narrowing to slits.
Innocent as a kitten, I dart my tongue out and lick the tender spot. I pull back and pull my lower lip between my teeth. “Sorry.”
“Liar.” Standing, Jonas holds out his hand. “Come with me.”
Swinging my legs together, I put my hand in his. He leads me with confidence across the room, then pauses across the threshold to whisper a kiss across my lips. He pushes open the door to his bedroom, the hand at my lower back urging me in ahead of him.
A low lamp on the far side gives off enough light for me to get a glimpse of masculine warmth before I feel Jonas’s fingers at my back dragging the delicate zipper of my dress downward.
“Take it off,” he demands. The commanding tone send chills racing up and down my spine.
Stepping away, further into Jonas’s room, I pull the one sleeve off. The bodice and skirt naturally fall to the floor, leaving me clad in only my panties. I don’t know why, but I keep my back to him, curtained by my hair when I impishly reply, “Done.”
It’s so quiet I can hear the swoosh his pants makes as he moves toward me. At the last second, I spin around to face him, ready to issue my own challenges, my own demands.
