Page 5 of Stripping Bare
“Letme—”
He just shook his head and roughly covered himself, not giving a damn how painfully pleasurable itwas.
Now. Right the fucknow.
“Are you ready?” he groundout.
“Soready.”
With impatient hands, he pushed at Tessa’s knees, opening her legs wide. Then he yanked her to the edge of the desk and pressed insideher.
Oh,fuck.
The feel of her slick body, the tight heat, was almost more than he could bear. It was like the world had coalesced into that perfect spot between herlegs.
Dots of color flashed behind hiseyes.
“Don’t…don’t stop.” The kiss she smoothed across his collarbone pulled him under a wave of tenderness andpossessiveness.
His breath was chuffing in and out of his lungs, but he could barely hear it for the blood rushing in his ears. With rough hands, he grabbed her hips and pulled hercloser.
Then he leaned over her and drove in. Again and again andagain.
Tessa made little noises in the back of her throat. Sounds that made his hips pump harder.Faster.
Until all that existed was the slide of skin on skin. Damp with lust and something else he wouldn’t allow himself toname.
“Jonah,” shebreathed.
For some reason, hearing her say his name as if he was everything she’d ever wanted pushed the final button for him. He reached between their bodies to finger her clitoris in tight little circles. Her groan was low and lusty, and her muscles began to ripple aroundhim.
That’s when he completely lost his fucking mind. He pounded into her as the orgasm rushed over her. And when he felt her body begin to melt into his, he fucked her evenharder.
The whole world narrowed down to his body touching Tessa’s. She was everything good. Everything right.Everything—
His own orgasm slammed into him, coming from every nerve ending, every muscle, until his jaw clenched and his body stilled, buried deep insideTessa’s.
As he began to descend, all those nerves and muscles began to shake. Almost a shiver, like he’d suddenly been hit with a case of untreatableflu.
Because what he’d just done was…waswrong.
His breathing hitched as hyperventilation snuck up on him. What had he just done? This was Tessa. Sweet, smart, seriousTessa.
DamagedTessa.
He jerked away, pulling out of the haven of her body without thinking of the condom. He reached for it, but the damage was alreadydone.
With horror, he stared down at her, palms braced against the desk, camisole covering one breast, the other exposed, her breathing making them rise and fall. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and her legs were spread wide, her inner thighs wetwith…
In Jonah’s mind, in his memory, all he could see wasblood.
