Page 20 of Invisible Scars
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EFFIE
I catchthe belt loops of Jonah’s jeans, pulling him to me and standing on my tiptoes, my lips brushing against his. “You’d be surprised by the things I want, Jonah Peak.”
“Would I, now?” he asks in a low voice, his hot breath caressing my mouth.
I nod, undoing his belt and popping open the button of his jeans, gazing into those dark eyes as I lower the zipper and whisper the words I know I can’t take back.
“Jonah, I wantyou.”
He cups the back of my head and pulls me to him, his tongue pushing past my lips with a possessive rumble that makes every inch of my skin burst into flames. Then he pulls back and hooks a finger under my chin, demanding my gaze as the tip of his thumb dips into my mouth.
A blazing flame flickers in his eyes when a flare of lightning illuminates the room. “Tell me more about what you want.”
“I want you to tear off my clothes and worship every inch of me.”
Jonah’s eyes drop down the length of my body, and his hand leaves my face to slide over the wet fabric, clinging to my skin until he finds the zipper on my left flank.
“I like this dress.” He slowly lowers the zipper. “I’ve been thinking of peeling it off you all night.” His palms smooth down my sides and over my thighs, under the hem of my tailored blush dress, slowly peeling it up and over my head.
The cool night air sends a shiver over my heated skin, turning my nipples into painfully pointy peaks. Jonah’s big, rough hands move down my arms, over my stomach, skimming my ribs, then up to my breasts.
He scraps his thumb over a lace-clad nipple, and arousal shoots from the point of contact down to my core. I bite my bottom lip with a soft whimper, and Jonah pulls me in for a passionate kiss.
I slide my hand under the waistband of his briefs, gasping when it wraps around his girth. Jonah groans into my mouth and pulls back, his gaze locking onto mine.
“How would you like me to worship you, Doll?” he asks, his voice husky and seductive. He sucks in a sharp breath when I tighten my grip.
“With your mouth.” I slide the pad of my thumb over the tip of his shaft, circle it around the thick head, and watch Jonah’s eyes roll back with pleasure. “Make me come all over your face.”
The deep rumble rising from his chest has my stomach clenching, and I meet his lips for a crushing kiss full of hard claim as he steers us to the bed, somehow managing to unhook my bra while devouring my mouth, all while I explore him in slow strokes.
“On the bed,” he commands, and electric desire courses through me, causing me to shudder with anticipation.
I tear myself away from his warm body—first mouth, then chest, after that my hips, while my hand lingers in an outwards stroke as I relinquish the last point of contact. Walking back, I slowly slide my panties off before lying on the bed.
His dark eyes drink in every inch of me with burning admiration as he shucks his jeans and briefs. I can’t help but appreciate his impeccable physique, undeterred even by the deep groove in his right thigh.
Every muscle in his lean form moves with focused intent as he crawls towards me, the barbed wire coiling over his entire right arm—from wrist to shoulder—the intricate ink on his chest, the tattoo decorating his back, they all give him an air of danger, the faded battle scars only serving to amplify the effect.
Jonah aligns his face with mine, carefully removing my glasses and placing them on the bedside table, his thumb starting that slow back and forth rub under my bottom lip that has my body trembling with want.
“Jonah…” I murmur his name with a shuddery exhale, burning and yearning for him, and Jonah’s lips drop to mine with a tremor of his breath.
“Last chance to back out, Effie,” he says with a whisper against my lips, an edge of concern to his voice as if he believes I could change my lust-fogged mind at this point. What with the gentle press of his skin against mine, those eyes peering down at me, dark thick lashes curtaining the obsidian of his irises that have become the black hole for all my inhibitions and rationale, leaving nothing but raw need.
My fingers trace the hard set of his jaw as he holds himself back from going somewhere we can never come back from, a place we both know we’re already too deep into to retract, and I shake my head in rejection of his last chance offer.
Jonah’s mouth descends over mine, swallowing desperate moans and pleading words. Then his lips blaze a trail over my jaw and down my neck, stopping to suck on my pulse before continuing to my breasts with nips and licks, his hands kneading and pinching, stroking and rolling, leaving me burning, wanting, panting for air.
“You’re even more perfect than I imagined,” he groans before taking a hard nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking before widening the gape of his lips until he’s taken in as much of my breast as he can. The pull tugs all the way down behind my naval, heat pooling between my thighs, and I arch into the sensation with a sharp inhale. “You like that, Doll?”
“Yes.”
I moan when he cups me where I’m aching for him, his hot wet mouth meeting my other breast, sucking harder. My insides clench, and I let out a cry.
“Fuck, Effie, I need to see you come,” Jonah rasps in what I swear is desperation and plunges a finger into me, leaning on his arm, face hovering above mine as he pulls his complete focus to me.
