Page 59 of Best Mistake Ever
Leaning in closer to him, I catch his scent in the air – spicy and masculine – and I breathe it in deeply.
My head throbs.
I want him so badly, my entire body is aching with need.
‘Jonah. Please? We can’t leave it like this.’
I can see from the frown on his face that he’s battling with himself. I think he’s feeling the same need I am, but he’s not allowing himself to break.
So, I’m going to have to break his will for him.
Putting my hands on each side of his face, I draw him to me, leaning in closer until our lips are almost touching. I feel him resist for a second and I’m about to back away again, not wanting to force him to do anything he really doesn’t want to do, when he lets out a low, frustrated-sounding moan from the depths of his throat and closes the small space between us, crushing his mouth against mine.
My heart leaps and I kiss him back hard, loving the feel of his skin beneath my hands, his breath mingling with mine, his tongue as it slides into my mouth in such a possessive way, it makes me gasp.
Oh God.
I press my body hard up against his and delight in the feel of his erection pushing against me.
He wants me as much as I want him.
I’m jubilant.
Despite his anger with me, there’s still a part of him that needs this closeness and connection too.
I sink into it, my body responding instinctively to his. My skin is rushing with heat and a fizzing sort of excitement. Something I’ve never experienced before. Being physically close to Jonah is on a whole other level compared to the way it’s been with anyone else.
His hands move down my body and scoop under my bum and before I know it, he’s lifting me up against him.
I wrap my legs around his middle to support me and he spins us around and takes a couple of steps till he has me pressed up against the wall.
He grinds into me, his body pressing hard against mine and kisses me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear at any moment and this is his last chance to get what he wants.
I welcome it.
This is what I want. What I’ve wanted since the moment I saw him.
‘Fuck! What are you doing to me?’ he mutters against my mouth.
‘I’m showing you how much I want you,’ I murmur back.
He fists his hand into my hair and holds my head still while he kisses me thoroughly, his tongue sliding deep into my mouth. It’s as if he’s finally releasing all the tension he’s been holding onto through this kiss. There’s frustration and anger and need in it, as well as pleasure.
I feel exactly the same. Holding myself back from allowing this to happen has been monumentally hard.
I wriggle and push myself against the bulge at the front of his jeans, wanting, needing to get closer.
He groans at the added friction and steps back, releasing me from where he has me pressed against the wall and turns around so he can walk us over to the bed.
When we get there, he drops me onto my back and I keep my legs wrapped around him while he shuffles us up the mattress until my head hits the pillows. He then proceeds to roughly remove every piece of clothing from my body with a frown of concentration on his beautiful face. Then strips his own clothes off too, flinging them away from him as if they offend him.
‘Condoms… in the drawer,’ I say, pointing to the bedside table.
Without a word, he leans over and yanks the drawer open, locating a strip of them and tearing one off, then unwrapping it with swift fingers and sheathing himself.
I watch the focused concentration on his face as he does all this, till he looks back at me and our gazes lock. He’s still frowning, but there’s an intensity in his eyes that’s giving me excited chills.
I’m expecting him to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he slides his fingers between my legs and when he finds how ready I am for him, he kisses me hard on the mouth, then lines up our bodies and slides his cock inside me, inch by delicious inch. Breaking the kiss, he looks into my eyes as he pushes fully into me, his gaze never wavering from mine. After an excruciating few moments of anticipation, he finally draws back and starts to thrust. It’s fast and furious sex and it feels like we’re locked together in a sort of fight for supremacy.
