Page 95 of Loving Lies (Granton University 3)

Stroking her slowly, he kissed her deeper. Her body grew warm and taut and unable to help herself, she began to ride his hand, undulating against each masterful thrust.

Breath going shallow, she bit her lip and met his gaze. “Can we…again?”

He let out a strained laugh and gave a bemused shake of his head. “I don’t know how you do it, but you always know how to draw me back up whenever I get down.” Then he winked and dug into his pocket to pull out a single foil package.

Tess blinked at the condom between his fingers. “Hey, that’s not the same brand I bought you.”

Flushing in the beam of the flashlight, he admitted, “I slipped this one into my pocket before we left tonight.”

Her eyes grew big. “You mean…”

He nodded. “I had hopes.” Bringing it to his mouth, he tore the package open with his teeth and drew out the condom inside. “Want to get my zipper?”

Oh, boy, did she. Suddenly giddy, she scooted back on his lap toward his knee, making sure to reposition most of her weight on his good leg. Once she had him free, she pulled him into her hand and pumped him as he’d taught her to do only the night before.

“God, you’re a quick learner.” He moaned, throwing his head back. “Jesus, babe, you…” Suddenly, he was there with the prophylactic, batting her fingers aside so he could sheathe himself.

Realizing where they were and how they were going to do this, Tess experienced a rush of bashfulness. “Are we really going to do it here, like this?”

He glanced up, and she could see the anticipation his brown eyes. “Don’t you want to try it?”

“I…” She gulped, and then bobbed her head, still nervous but beginning to let her curiosity get the best of her. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he agreed, his grin growing as he pulled his shirt over her head and flung it across the hotel’s bathroom. “Bring this lovely thigh over here, then, and straddle me.”

She began to move, then paused. “What about your leg?”

A frustrated groan rumbled from his throat, and he caught her thigh, leading it where he wanted it to go. “That’s the last thing on my mind. Trust me.”

“But—”

“It’s fine,” he assured her. “I swear. It doesn’t hurt any more with you there than it does without you there. And I much prefer you there. Right…there.” Gnashing his teeth, he caught her hips as she began to lower herself.

When she felt him at her entrance, she paused, but he kept pulling her down. Clutching his shoulders, she gave in, and he pushed up inside her.

“Oh…oh!” Seated on him fully, her red fingernails bit into his shoulder blades. “Whoa, you…you feel a lot bigger this way.”

“Yeah. And you feel a lot more…Jesus.”

He choked out a gasp as she squeezed her inner muscles around him. Fingers bit in her waist, and he lifted her and brought her right back down. This time, they both moaned. Following her body’s natural instinct, Tess began to ride, undulating her hips. Lifting and falling. The slide and thrust of their bodies worked in tandem, rubbing at the most sensitive spots at the most sensitive moments.

Jonah leaned down and plucked one of her nipples between his teeth, and she grasped his head and held on for dear life as he brought her to the pinnacle of her pleasure. Once she plummeted off the edge and dove straight into her completion, he joined her, arching his hips up and making it that much more intense by the way he slammed their bodies back together.

Drifting back down from the plunge, he c

ontinued to leave small kisses around her breasts, and she patted his wispy strands of hair.

“I love you so much.” He lifted up to kiss her mouth. “I swear, God made you just for me, to fight away my demons.”

As she held him close and soaked in his love, Tess realized this wasn’t just a simple first love kind of affection. This was flat out forever love. Jonah Abbott was her soul mate.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“I CAN’T BELIEVE SCHOOL’S almost over.” Jonah leaned against the wall beside Tess’s dorm room entrance to rest his leg a second while she dug inside her huge purse to find her key. “This is going to be the longest damn summer of my life.”

Tess bit her lip but didn’t admit she felt the same apprehensions because she didn’t plan on leaving. She had a week to figure something out, and she would, come hell or high water. After last night, being apart from him for the summer was impossible.

But how did you tell the guy you’d just started dating how badly you wanted to be with him…all the time…without looking like a total stalker?

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