Page 51 of Invisible Scars
“Just a bit.” I give him a cheeky grin. “Most of the time, I just want to throw stuff at you.”
“This is a better outlet, don’t you think?” He pulls me down after him, and all my hair flops over my face. Jonah laughs when I let out an annoyed huff. “You really are the cutest thing.”
I slap Jonah’s chest. “Brat.”
Jonah raises an eyebrow and, with a swift move, rolls us over and settles between my thighs.
“Yeah, well, this brat is going to fuck you into exhaustion.” His eyes flit to the nightstand, where the condoms are, then between our bodies before returning to my face.
“It’s okay if you want to use one,” I say, stroking through his hair.
“Nah.” Jonah shrugs with a ghost of a smile dancing over his lips. “I kind of like coming inside you.” Then he looks at the window, contemplating the darkness outside. “This doesn’t count, by the way. It’s practically morning already.”
“Totally doesn’t count.”
Jonah smiles, his mouth hovering over mine. Then he closes the distance between us and kisses me, tender yet persistent. With every stroke of his tongue, I fall deeper into this insatiable need. Addiction runs through my family, and while I always thought I had dodged that genetic bullet, it seems it just took me longer to find my drug of choice.
I am indisputably hooked on Jonah Peak.
13
EFFIE
When I wakeup in the morning, my bed is empty but still warm, and I can hear the water running in the bathroom sink. When I enter the master bathroom, I find Jonah in the early stages of finger-brushing his teeth.
“Morning,” I greet him before sliding one arm around his waist and kissing his back. I take a packaged toothbrush out of the drawer to his right and hand it to him.
“Thank you.” He smiles through the mirror before stepping aside so I can also brush my teeth. “This seems contradictory to the no squatting at your house rule.”
I look at the toothbrush tapping against his palm before shrugging and handing him the toothpaste. “You’re already here. Might as well not suffer from your rancid morning breath.”
“Well, in that case—” He hands the tube back to me, “—this isn’t my brand of choice.”
I glare at him, and he just smirks with the brush in his mouth. We settle into comfortable silence filled only with the sounds of brushing.
When we’re done, Jonah places his toothbrush in the cup next to mine, assessing my reaction. I raise an eyebrow and roll my eyes, then turn to the sink and take off my glasses so I can wash my face.
I’m bent over the sink when Jonah’s warm presence at my back alerts me a second before his palms come to rest on my exposed thighs, and he presses into me from behind.
“Are we going back to bed?” he asks with a husky voice, hands traveling under my oversized T-shirt to skim the underside of my ribs.
I straighten and wipe my face with a towel before leaning into his solid chest, looking up at him. “Convince me.”
A smile stretches over his face, eyes filling with bratty intent and dirty promises. “Too easy.”
He captures my lips in a deep, thorough, slow kiss that leaves me weak at the knees.
“Mmm.” I purr as Jonah tugs at my shirt collar, his dry lips causing a delicious friction against my skin. “You need Chapstick.”
“How many times do you think I need to make you come all over my face for it to be effective?”
“I don’t know.” I thread my fingers through his hair. “We’ll have to test it a few times.”
Jonah’s chuckle makes me smile, and I turn to face him. His hand rests on my stomach, his fingers tracing small circles as he studies me.
“What?” I whisper, still smiling.
“You’re really pretty like this,” Jonah whispers back. “Relaxed, happy.”
