Page 69 of Lies and Lullabies
On a sigh, I opened for him. He swept inside, his mouth hot and needy. When his tongue slid between my teeth, I heard a guttural groan, and realized that I’d made it myself.
The sound brought me back to reality. I broke our kiss, burying my face in Jonas’s neck.
His arms softened around me. “I won’t rush you,” he whispered. “I want you to get used to the idea. Used to me.”
“Mmm,” I said, listening to my heart galloping like one of Vivi’s storybook ponies.
“I can be a patient man,” he said.
“Okay,” I whispered. The trouble with that idea was that his rock-star body was still pressed against my own. My skin felt feverish everywhere we touched.
“Here,” he said, scooting down to lie on his back. “Put your head right here. Just let me hold you.”
That sounded nice. I flipped the comforter down and slid in beside him, so I could cuddle closer. I put my head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest.
“See?” He sifted a lock of my hair onto his chest. “This is perfect. Never thought I’d hold you again.” He kissed the top of my head.
It was perfect. Except that the most lickable chest I’d ever seen was currently in use as my pillow, and the desire circulating through my veins with every pump of my heart was difficult to ignore.
I let my hand wander on his torso, exploring all that beautiful skin practically begging to be touched. Jonas sighed, closing his eyes.
When my hand dipped beneath the bedclothes, I discovered that no clothing impeded me at all. My hand slid freely past his waist, my fingers trailing through the soft hairs on his belly. His muscles contracted, and I grazed his erection as I quickly withdrew.
I whimpered at the discovery that Jonas Smith was naked in this bed.
Jonas caught my hand, bringing it up to his mouth. He kissed my palm. “Sweetness, you’re making it hard for a guy to be patient.”
“It’s your fault,” I whispered.
“How’s that?”
“You’re sohot.” I jerked my hand free of his grasp and put it under his chin, where I could feel him chuckling. With my thumb, I skimmed his lower lip, measuring his smile, until he opened his mouth, sucking my thumb inside. He moaned, his tongue warm and wet against my skin.
“Oh my God.” I felt myself flood with desire.
He released me with a groan. “Okay. I tried. I really did.”
One second later, Jonas rolled on top of me, and the spark that was always between us ignited into flames. His kiss was hot and demanding, his hard body a satisfying weight on mine.
“Damn,” I gasped, stunned at how unbearably good he felt, and how badly I wanted him. Jonas was both passionate and beautiful. And when he inevitably withdrew the hot blaze of his attention, the chill he’d leave behind would be devastating.
But this was no time to worry about that. With each kiss, we were more lost in each other. Arms grasping, legs tangled, I never wanted it to stop.
“Kira,” he finally rasped between kisses. “Am I allowed to take this off?” He skimmed a big hand down my nightgown, pausing to gently squeeze my breast, before plunging down to my hips and thighs. “Or are we waiting?”
I tried to take in enough oxygen to understand the question. “For what?” I gasped.
“I don’t know.” He chuckled into my neck. “I want to make love to you. But only if you’re ready for that. I feel like I talked you into it.”
“I got into your bed, Jonas. I talked myself into it.”
Still breathing hard, he grinned at me. “Every guy wants to hear that a girl hasconvincedherself to climb into bed with him.” He lifted off my nightgown nonetheless.
“I didn’t mean…”
“Iknowthat. Just a little joke, okay? Because I need a minute to calm down.” He tucked me into his side, rubbing my back. “It’s been a long time since there was anyone special in my life. The last person I was out-of-my-mind excited to hold was you.”
That idea made my stomach flutter. “Well. The last person who did hold me was you.”
