Page 129 of Reluctantly Rogue

“Stay there for a minute,” he commands softly.

I watch him, my bottom lip between my teeth as I circle over that spot.

Somehow, he knows where my finger is. His heated stare makes this even hotter.

“Slide your finger inside that tight pussy.”

His voice is low, gruff, and I swear it feels like it’s stroking over my skin. I do as he tells me. Slipping my middle finger into the slick heat.

“Jonah,” I say, soft and breathy.

I watch his jaw tense.

“I want your hands on me so badly,” I tell him.

“You’re gonna have my hands, my mouth, and my cock right there, sweetheart,” he says.

That shiver of lust is stronger this time and I swear he can see me shudder with it.

“Come here,” he says.

I slip my hand out from my panties and jeans and take the two steps that bring me right in front of him.

He grasps my wrist and brings my hand up to his mouth. He slowly licks along my finger, then sucks it into his mouth.

My core clenches and I give a little whimper.

“Fucking best thing I’ve ever tasted.” His gaze flicks up to something in the corner of the elevator.

“And mine,” he says. He looks at me again. “So no more until we’re alone.”

I can’t believe that I did that, but I know I’ll do anything to see that heat and possessiveness on his face.

He looks back to me. “You have no idea how much I want to bury my face between these thighs. It’s a good thing you’re not wearing a skirt or I don’t think I’d fight the urge.”

I’m going to have sex for the first time tonight. At least with another human.

And I feel zero nerves about it. I’m excited. So turned on I almost can’t walk. I know it’s going to be so good. Jonah is the only one I would want to do this with.

I don’t really feel like a virgin. I know a lot about sex, and I’ve certainly spent time on my own, learning my body. Jonah and I have also been very intimate so far. Still, this is kind of a big step tonight. And there’s something amazing about knowing that it’s going to be with this man. The only man I ever intend to do this with. That’s probably a little cheesy, and some women would think that was sad, I suppose, but this man has always only had me in mind.

Could I have been Christian Waite’s girlfriend? Yes. More than that? Maybe.

But, although I think Christian fully respects me and meant it when he said that I would have my own projects, I would be a part ofhisbigger plan as well. Being with me would benefit him. And that’s flattering.

But everything Jonah has ever done, said, thought, or planned for me has been aboutme. He would rather give me up, and make sure I was happy, than keep me and have it be less than everything I could want or need.

He’s always had me at the forefront of everything he’s done.

If I didn’t know better, I would think that he loved me.

As that thought hits me, the elevator doors swoosh open.

Jonah grabs my hand and hustles me down the hallway.

His long legs cover ground far quicker than mine and I have to hurry to keep up with him.

I am laughing by the time we get to the door.

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