Page 94 of Reluctantly Rogue

His big hands are holding me tightly and I feel safe and definitely claimed, and…worshipped.

And I swear that’s what shoots me over the delicious edge of another orgasm.

This man is worshiping me.

“Jonah!” My hand goes to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as my thighs tighten around his head and I press down as the pleasure rolls over me.

A few seconds later, I feel Jonah’s big hands lifting me up and back off his face.

He chuckles. “Need a little oxygen, Duchess. What a way to go, but if I suffocate, we can’t do that again.”

“Oh, sorry!” I start to shift to the side, meaning to slide off him, but he grips my thighs.

“Where’re you goin’?”

“Just off of you.”

“I very much want youonme.” He pulls me back so I’m straddling his chest.

“This is…kind of an awkward position,” I tell him, but I smile. I’m not sure he even heard me. He’s staring at my pussy.

“Hello?” I wave a hand in front of his eyes.

He catches it and pulls my palm to his lips for a kiss. “Just marveling at my new favorite view.”

I laugh. “You literally just had your facein there.”

“And loved every second,” he says. “But couldn’t reallyseeit.”

That makes me laugh harder. This is all so ridiculous. “Come on, this close up, they must all look pretty similar.”

“Not true at all and it doesn’t matter,” he tells me firmly. “This isyou.”

“What does that mean?”

His eyes are on mine now. “You’re my dream girl, Duchess. I’ve never…” He clears his throat. “I’ve never known a woman this well or this long before…”

“Being this close to her pussy?”

He frowns. “It’s more than that. You’re different. I want to know all of you and yes, physically too. I’ll admit I’ve pictured you naked many times. I’ve imagined more than just seeing you naked, too. But the reality is so much better. So much…bigger.”

“What?” I laugh.

“Bigger emotionally,” he says quickly. “Notbigger. Jesus, you’re perfect. It’s just blowing my mind that I’m here with you. Touching you. Able to look and touch. Able to make you come.”

Yeah, this is bigger and he’s going to start overthinking this any second. Like in the kitchen on his birthday.

And I’d rather not be naked straddling his chest when he pulls back.

I start to cover myself with my hand, trying to decide how to…dismount…in the most graceful, least humiliating way.

He catches that hand too and shakes his head. “Mine.”

“Jon—”

Suddenly I’m on my back, both of my wrists held in one of his hands over my head.

His nose is nearly touching mine. “I said, mine.”

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