I want to beg him to keep going like I’m some hussy that knows what she’s doing. Now I kind of wish I had a better understanding of sex, so I could be on this man’s level.
That sours my mood.
I don’t want to think about him being with anyone else, and I feel slightly stabby at the idea of him ever touching another woman.
Mine.
“I am yours, sunflower,” he growls, fisting the ponytail on my head and giving it a little tug. “No one has ever affected me the way you do,” he whispers, swallowing as his eyes meet mine.
I can hear the truth in his words, and it settles something inside of me. I’m still stabby a little, but that’s not really who I am. I think one killer in this relationship is going to be more than enough.
“I can tell you mean that,” I say with a smile. “I like that you find me attractive.” I sigh and lean into him for a hug that he gives me without hesitation.
I take a moment to process the fact that I’ve asked this man to hug me when I really only hug Shelby now. That’s mildly depressing.
“Jonathan?” I whisper into his chest as I tighten my hold on him. I can’t bring myself to say the next words while I look at him. I can’t even fully understand why I’m giving into a relationship with him so easily when I know he’s a dark soul, but I am.
“Yeah, baby?” he whispers into my hair, and I sniff as the unshed tears of fear burn my eyes.
“Promise you won’t hurt me?”
His body stiffens like I just slapped him, before he’s hugging me tighter than I’ve been hugged in my whole darn life.
“Never. I promise you will never hurt because of me. And anyone who does hurt you? I’ll kill them, Olivia. I swear to God, I will murder anyone who says one mean thing to you, or hurts you in any way,” he growls, and my heart quickens.
Okay, so the murder thing is something we’re probably going to have to discuss at some point soon, but I really need him to know I don’t want any part of that life. In any way.
“Thank you.” I move my head to kiss his chest softly, before resting my head against his heart again, letting the beating soothe me like Grams’ stars used to.