Page 61 of For Wrath and Redemption
“I. Pay. Attention.”
Jonah leans closer, invading my space completely, and puts his lips against my ear. My eyes flutter shut. I breathe him in when I know I shouldn’t. I revel in the way his cheek feels against mine. The way his heat sears my skin.
“I pay attention to every single thing you do, and it’s driving me fucking crazy.”
I shake my head, but I can’t speak. He moves his hand from my hair and wraps it around my neck. I want him to squeeze. Just a little. The thought shocks me, but now that I’ve thought it, I can’t get rid of it. I want it. I want it so badly that I have to bite my tongue against the need to tell him. To beg.
When he presses his forehead to mine, his lips ghost over my lips, and I want to kiss him. I don’t care what he’s saying. I don’t care about the consequences. I want his lips on me so badly that I feel dizzy.
“I pay attention. The way you blush. The way you think. The way you fucking smell. You’re all I can think about, and I want you. I want you, Claire, and it’s going to get me in so much fucking trouble. But you want to know a secret?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and I feel him smile.
“Trouble is my weakness.”
I don’t know who moves first, but our lips collide. My hands fist into his shirt as his hand not wrapped around my neck grips my waist. He groans when my mouth opens for him, his tongue tangling with mine.
“Fuck, you taste better than I thought you would.”
His hand leaves my neck and moves to my ass, then he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he starts walking to the bedroom. I know where this is going. I know what a terrible idea it is. I can’t bring myself to care.
I pay attention, and I want you.
I want you, Claire.
He sets me gently on my feet in front of his bed, but his mouth doesn’t leave me. My lips, my jaw, my neck. He unbuttons my pajama top and pushes it down my shoulders, then shoves my shorts down my legs. The card falls with the shorts, but thankfully, my shorts cover it.
Once I’m in just my panties, my thoughts wander to my body—what he sees, what he thinks. I’m grateful the lights are dim. I fist my hands against the urge to cover myself, but when he hitches at the waist and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, my attention zeroes in on that feeling, and only that feeling.
I gasp and tug on his shirt. I want it off him. I want to see and feel and taste his skin. In one swift motion, he pulls his shirt over his head, then his hand wraps around my neck once more.
“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this pretty little neck, Trouble. I knew it would feel good against my palm. I knew you’d fit perfectly between my fingers. I want to wrap my hands around this perfect little neck and fuck you nice and slow.”
His grip tightens just a little, and I whimper. I sink my fingers into the band of his jeans to pull him closer. He chuckles, but it almost sounds pained.
“Of course you’d like it. Of course, you fucking would. You just had to do it, didn’t you?”
“Do what?”
My voice is hoarse, and I can feel my throat vibrating against his palm. From the way his eyes flash, he likes it. He leans in close, bites my lower lip, and slips his other hand down the front of my panties.
“Be fucking irresistible.”
Jonah shoves two fingers into me, making me groan and thrust my hips forward. His palm presses on my clit as he pumps into me, and I’m overwhelmed by the different sensations. He’s fucking me with hisfingers as his mouth ravages mine, and he hasn’t taken his hand off my throat.
I moan into his mouth and shove my hands into his long hair. I don’t even know what I’m grasping for. I’ve never been a hair puller. I just know I need to hold on to something. My hips start to move of their own accord, chasing the erotic pleasure his fingers bring, and he groans again.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants out, pulling back and running his eyes over my face. He drops his attention between us, watching as he fingers me. “Goddamn it, Trouble. God-fucking-damn it.”
I don’t have a chance to consider his words before he’s dropping to his knees, pulling my underwear down my thighs, and putting his mouth over my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp out. “Oh, God.”
Jonah digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and pulls me closer to his face. He sucks hard on my clit, swipes his tongue over me three times, then stands up.
“Lie down.”
I don’t move. His talented, tattooed hands undo his pants, then work to push them down his slim hips.
