Page 30 of Loving Lies (Granton University 3)

He adored her shy side. Her blush and the way those perfect white teeth bit into her bottom lip drove him mad.

“God,” he groaned, shifting on his bed. “You are such a tease. Keep doing that to your lip, sweetheart, and my next dream starring you will be even dirtier than the one I just had.”

“What?” Her teeth immediately lost their grip on her lip as her mouth gaped open. “You were dreaming about me? Just now? Really?”

He nodded. “Oh, yeah.”

“Wow.” She inched closer, her blue eyes alive with wonder. “What was I doing?”

Tossing out a lazy grin that was still full of the sleep he’d just enjoyed, he slid his gaze over her face. “You sure you want to know?”

“Oh.” She rolled her eyes and stopped easing toward him. “It was one of those dreams. Seriously, what is it with you guys and sex dreams?”

His smile merely grew. “Best dreams ever.”

She blushed. “So…” Glancing down at her fingernails, she began to pick at the chipped pink polish on her pinky. “Was I any good?”

Jonah arched an eyebrow. He hadn’t thought she’d ever ask him anything like that. He liked the unexpected question.

“What do you think?” Reaching out, he took her hand, making her stop messing with her fingernails. When she lifted her face, he drew her hand toward him.

Her eyebrows lowered in confusion. “What’re you—”

When he set her palm against his lap and pressed down just enough for her to feel the hardness underneath, she gasped. “Jonah! What’re you—oh, my God.” She surprised him again when she didn’t immediately jerk her arm away. Instead, she sent a wide-eyed glance toward the opened door of his room. “What if someone walked in?”

“I don’t care.” He knew he should stop. He knew he should feel guilty. But he couldn’t bring himself to accomplish either. Tess was back, and he was going to enjoy every minute of every one of her visits. Before it was too late. The world could be falling down around them, and he still wouldn’t care. As long as she didn’t take her fingers away, life was amazing.

“This is the first wood I’ve had since I woke from the coma. I’m so freaking glad that’s not broken too.”

Her eyes softened with sympathy. Keeping her palm against him, she darted another quick, guilty peek toward the open door and bit her bottom lip, looking tempted enough to get his hopes rising. “We shouldn’t do this,” she whispered right before she applied just a bit more pressure to his groin.

Jonah ignored the risk, half closing his eyes because her warm fingers felt so good against him that he could barely keep them open, but his lashes parted just enough so he could continue to see her in all her glorious innocent excitement.

“I could walk,” he told her. “In my dream. I could walk and stand, and I didn’t have any bullet holes in me. I was standing there, taking you against a wall.”

She gasped and tried to remove her hand from his junk, but he caught her wrist and brought her back. And she allowed it, though her fingers began to tremble. If he was reading her right, he’d say she wanted this as badly as he did but was just too timid to take it. Which blew his mind.

Why? Why would she want him? What was she doing here? When had he ever done anything decent enough to deserve her company?

Fuck, it didn’t matter. She was here. And he was going to cherish this stolen time with her.

He let out a soft sigh. “Your legs were wrapped around my waist, and every time I thrust deeper into you—”

“Enough,” she whispered, her face so red, he was a little worried she might physically burst from her embarrassment.

But he was still juiced up from the vision to drop it completely. “I want that dream to come true. I want to be able to stand and walk and be with my girlfriend as soon as I get out of here.” He managed a tender grin. “It doesn’t even have to be against a wall. Just…however you want it.”

She licked her lips. He could see the rapid beat of her heart ticking against the tender skin along her neck. And it only stirred his body more to know she was just as affected as he was.

So, when she said, “You will,” in a low, throaty tone that promised him the world, he groaned aloud. Hot damn.

“Promise?” he asked, watching every nuance of her face, searching for those little tells she gave away when he’d figured out she was lying.

She blushed harder and glanced away, even as she nodded her affirmative. Jesus. No tells. No lie.

A loud clang in the hall followed by the ripe curse of an orderly had Tess yanking her hand away from his lap.

Jonah almost sobbed from the loss of her warmth, and even more from the loss of their moment, but he was still so overwhelmed that it had all really just happened that he couldn’t even regret the end of it.

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