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Jonah interrupted my retort with a kiss.

My mind went blank as his fingers threaded into my hair and gently tugged, lifting my face for a better angle. He was my person and always had my best interest in mind. There’d never be a moment where he asked me to make a reality show. Unlike some people, he didn’t see dollar signs when he looked at me.

Jonah lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his towel clad waist. He carried me over, and I landed on the couch. My fingers traced down his chest, over the ridges of his abdomen, and played with where he’d tucked the towel.

His eyes stared down at me with an unwavering, dark, and heated gaze. I’ve seen that look before on Halloween night right before he made quick work of getting my flapper costume out of the way. My stomach jumped with anticipation.

I smiled and pulled at the towel. “Oopsie,” I said, as it fell to the ground. “You’re naked now.”

The next thing I knew I was flat on my back, Jonah’s five o’clock shadow scraping over my skin as his lips trail across my collar bone. He hovered over the top of me. I ran my fingers along his smooth skin wherever I could reach as his lips pressed kisses where the robe had gaped open. After a minute, he loosened the knot on my robe. His fingers slipped between my legs and teased with light strokes around my clit. Tingling sensations shot through my body, an ache building in my core.

“Kiss me,” I whisper, and his mouth met mine with savage intensity. He pressed against me. All of him hard, big and muscular, and the sensation of his erection resting between my legs sent carnal need surging straight through me. My hips moved against him involuntarily. Our tongues tangled for top billing.

He dropped to my breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipple and sucking it into his mouth. Need building straight south.

“Can I tell you something?” I pant.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never orgasmed with anyone else but you.”

“Let’s keep that streak going for a long time,” he replied. And with a slight move, he pushed inside me, about an inch.

I gasped. “Oh god, you feel so good,” I moaned, thrusting toward him.

He pushed his weight off me. “You’re so wet for me. I love it.” He smoothed a hand down my thigh and lifted my knee, hooking his elbow underneath. “Okay?”

I nodded. “Deeper.”

He thrust a few times, gradually deepening himself with each move until he filled me to the hilt and sending my eyes shut and my back arching.

“Sloane,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” I moaned.

“It’s never been this good for me, either.” He panted out as his tempo became frenzied.

And his angle hitting at the right place, tension building through me. I’m so close. How does he bring me to orgasm so quickly?

“Right there. Right there,” I call out. “More.”

Jonah responded with harder thrusts.

“Yes,” I moan as my body clenches around his cock, driving into me rhythmically. On the edge of a precipice and with one more move, I plummet into the depths of the unknown. I love this man. I’ve never been in love before. No one has ever accepted me for who I am with no pretending involved. Everything fell away. The only thing in the world is Jonah and the intense sensations he sent through me.

A cry comes from the depths of my soul as the release hits, he climaxed, pushing even deeper inside me and hitting something that sends another pulse raging through my body and bright white lights flash in my vision. I cry out again, grabbing his ass and pressing him into me. He obliges by pushing himself deeper and the pulses continue as I writhe under him harder. Another orgasm races through me. Then, every muscle in my body relaxed.

Jonah held still until my panting breath returned to normal.

“Holy crap,” I breathed. “I don’t know if that was two or three orgasms at one time.”

Jonah smiled. “That was crazy good.” He planted a kiss on my neck.

I giggled at the tickling sensation of his scruff against my skin. We lay across the couch bathed in the glow of the firelight, the snow flurries fell outside, and the events of the day were a million miles away.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Jonah