Page 71 of Challenged By You
Without losing eye contact, I whisper, “Yes.” Because I need to feel it even if the words are never spoken.
Jonas’s lips cover mine before fear can override good sense, locking in my decision with the most delicious argument possible.
Emotion.
Even as I feed off the combination of raging hunger and the something more pumping between Jonas and me, he lifts me from the couch and carries me to his room. My arms twine around his neck as I hold on for the ride, anxious only to be closer to him however that’s possible.
Soon, I’m being lowered down to my legs, which promptly give out. “Whoa, sweetheart,” he murmurs, hands sliding beneath my rear to pull me closer to him.
“You do this to me. You make me weak even as you give me strength.”
The rasp of his fingers had just breached the skin between my shirt and jeans as I began to speak. At my words, the pads press in, drawing me up. “And you give me gifts I can’t explain. Not just yet.” His hands pull out slightly to catch the hem of my shirt. I barely have time to lift my arms before the garment goes sailing in some direction.
I lift trembling fingers to the buttons on his shirt while he drags the straps of my bra over my shoulder. Jonas follows his fingers with his lips, tracing every inch of skin along the way. Returning the sentiment, I lean forward once I part his shirt and press my lips to the very core of him—his heart. Beneath my lips, I hear the rapid staccato.
A flick of his wrist and soon my bra joins my shirt. Quickly, I shove his shirt back and off. Jonas tips me backward until I land on his bed and he’s crawling between my legs. Making quick work of the snap and zipper of my jeans, he pushes them along with my panties to the floor. He spends what seems like an inordinate amount of time dealing with his own before I gasp at the sensation of having his body skin to skin against mine with nothing but the afternoon sun between us.
“You’re everything I want,” he groans, his lips making a meal of my neck. I arch against him as the light bristles cause tingles to ripple through my body. Cupping a breast, he drops his head and begins to leisurely draw from the tight pebble as if we have days to enjoy each other rather than hours.
This isn’t the tumultuous coming together of our first joining, or the heat of the second. This is magic that splits your heart wide open and causes you to take a chance on things you swore you’d never believe in ever again: trust, hope, and love.
My own hands tremble as they make their way down his body while he switches nipples. As I drag my knuckles across his lower abdomen, Jonas releases my taut nipple with a groan. “I don’t want it to be over too soon.”
“We have all the time in the world,” I whisper, because in the cocoon we’re in, there’s no sense of time, no sense of anything but the pleasure we’re giving each other.
“Yes,” he hisses as my hand slips lower to stroke him. His hips push forward into my hand. Moving me further back on the bed, he reaches over to the nightstand and secures protection. He tears it open with his teeth, then rolls on the condom before sitting back on his heels.
Pulling me up to straddle his thighs, Jonas holds his cock steady as I lower myself on him. I cry out as his hands reach out and tweak my nipples, distracting me just enough so I slide down onto him in one smooth motion. “So full,” I moan.
“So tight,” he returns as he lifts his hips slightly. I toss my head back when his maneuver works his cock deeper inside of me.
“I don’t know how long I can hold on,” I pant, as I begin the back-and-forth motion I know will carry us both over the edge.
“Then don’t,” he rasps. “Take me wherever you go.”
As Jonas pushes up and I drop down, the clenching sensation, the edge, keeps coming closer. Everything disappears except him, when I cry out his name as I feel that final tightening of muscles before I begin clenching around his hard cock. “Jonas,” I gasp.
Grasping my hips, Jonas flips me to my back before thrusting his hips hard, pushing through the tiny muscles grabbing at him. My fingers rake across his back as he buries his head against my neck when his release comes.
Long moments pass where nothing is said. Finally, Jonas pulls his head back and kisses my lips. In contrast to the way our bodies are locked, it’s just a brush, a whisper of a promise when none can be made.
Not now.
Not yet.
But maybe. If what my heart’s telling me to be true is possible, then the magic of maybes might exist with this man.
Chapter 27
Jonas
I’ve got my legs kicked up on my brother’s desk admiring a picture of Trina, Chris, and Annie I took at the zoo while Trina’s having a conniption fit over the speaker. I keep my eyes focused on it when the door flies opens, admitting Julian. Still amused, I wonder if our own twin sixth sense kicked in because it’s rare I’m in the building instead of working out of my home office.
“I’m starting to know you better than you think, Jonas Rice,” Trina’s railing at me. “You used a food pun in this morning’s critique of Ziki’s!”
I smirk because she’s not wrong. “I’m surprised you got to read so quickly.”
“I looked it up online.”
