Page 42 of My Bodyguard Neighbor
Jonah pulled her close, burying his face in her hair.Holly held him, feeling the tremor that ran through his body.They'd both been soldiers in their own ways.Both fighting battles that left scars no one else could see.
But maybe that's what made this work.They understood each other's damage.
"Make love to me," Holly said.
"I don't want to rush this.We said we'd take it slow."
"We are taking it slow.We've had two weeks apart.We've established we're both disasters who want to be disasters together."Holly pulled back to look at him."Slow doesn't mean not moving forward at all."
Holly led him to her bedroom.They undressed each other slowly, relearning the landscape of scars and freckles.When Jonah laid her back on the bed, his touch was reverent.
"I've missed you," he said, his hand tracing the curve of her hip.
"I've missed you too."
He kissed his way down her body, taking his time.No urgency.No fear that this might be the last time.Just the pleasure of learning what made her gasp.What made her arch.What made her beg.
When he lapped between her thighs, Holly's hands fisted in the sheets.He worked her with his tongue, slow and thorough, until she was trembling.The orgasm built gradually, a wave rather than a crash, and when it broke Holly cried out his name.
Jonah crawled back up her body, kissing her deeply.Holly could taste herself on his lips, and the intimacy of it made her chest ache.
"I need you," she said."Inside me.Now."
He entered her slowly, giving her body time to adjust.The stretch was familiar now, perfect, like they'd been designed to fit together this way.Holly wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him deeper.
They moved together, finding a rhythm that was uniquely theirs.Not dominant.Not desperate.Just two people making love because they chose to.
"Look at me," Jonah said.
Holly opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.The vulnerability there stole her breath.This man who'd killed for her, who'd quit his job for her, who'd given her space when she needed it.He was completely bare before her.
"I love you," she said."I'm still scared and I'm still figuring things out, but I love you."
"I love you too."Jonah's hand found hers, fingers lacing together."And we'll figure it out as we go."
Their pace increased, chasing the pleasure building between them.Her second orgasm approached, different from the first.Deeper.More connected.
"Come with me," she gasped."I want to feel you."
Jonah's rhythm stuttered as his own climax built.When Holly's orgasm hit, clenching around him, he followed with a groan.They clung to each other, riding out the waves, neither wanting to break the connection.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, sweaty and satisfied.Jonah pressed kisses to Holly's temple, her cheek, her lips.Gentle affection that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love.
"Stay tonight," Holly said."I'll make breakfast in the morning."
"You cook?"
"Badly.But I try."
Jonah laughed, the sound rich and genuine."Then I definitely can't miss that."
They fell asleep wrapped around each other, and Holly dreamed of sunlight and canvas and a future that looked nothing like her past.
