Page 70 of Lies and Lullabies
The hand on my back went still. “Really?” His voice was rough.
I probably shouldn’t have said that. It would only make me feel more self-conscious. “I’ve been a little busy. It’s not all that strange, for someone with a toddler.”
“That’s…” He blew out a breath. “I’m sorry, Kira. You deserve better than that. I never wanted you to be alone.”
“I’m not alone right now,” I said.
“I guess not,” he said in a low voice.
Somehow, a little twinge of sadness had stolen under the door and drifted into bed with us. I wanted to chase it away. I ran an admiring hand down his chest. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Isn’t that my line?” He sat up, tugging on my hand until I sat up, too. Then he wrapped his arms around me in a hug. “It feels so good to touch you, Kira. I never thought I’d have another chance.”
“It’s crazy,” I whispered.
“No…” He kissed the sweet spot just beneath my ear. “It’sright.” He spent a long moment exploring all the sensitive little places down my neck. “I wonder how much attention I can give you before the sun rises,” he asked, his voice gruff. “I’m going to spoil you.”
“Mmm?” I was barely listening now. He was sliding both his hands onto my breasts.
“I’m going to spoil you so good,” he whispered.
And I believed him. Because everything about the night we’d once shared had beenso good. I drank in more of Jonas’s kisses. He smiled against my lips, any sadness being chased away by his warm hands.
“Come with me, sweetness. I need to find a condom.” He patted my thigh, and I slid out of bed so that Jonas could get up.
He went into the bathroom, which was dimly lit. I followed him, drawn like a moth to the flame. I kissed him between the shoulder blades while he opened a bag and fished a packet out. He tore the wrapper open. “Now, sweetness. Tell me how you want me. Just like you did the last time.”
“Last time I was in charge.”
“That’s fine,” Jonas said quickly.
“No, it isn’t. These days I’m always in charge, twenty-four seven.” I held up a hand. “I know that’s my choice. But not tonight.”
Jonas’s expression grew serious as he cupped my face. “Funny. Every damned thing I do is for me alone, and I’m done with that, too. You need someone else to be in charge, for once?”
I tipped forward, wanting to feel his skin against mine. “If only for an hour.”
He wrapped his arms around me. “Two would be even better.” His hands skimmed the bare skin of my back, my waist… my ass. When he spoke again, it was in a husky voice. “Last time was all about you doing something you needed.”
“Yes,” I said into his shoulder.
“This time, there’s something I need.”
“Mmm?” It was hard to think when we were both naked, and he was touching me.
“I need to prove it to you.” He dipped his head to kiss me.
“Prove what?” I asked against his lips.
“That you’re mine,” he rasped, kissing me again. “For keeps.”
My belly quivered. Jonas slid a hand down my torso until his fingers grazed the outer fringe of my sex, and my quiver gave way to trembling.
“This.” He teased me with the barest tips of his fingers. “I’m keeping this.”
I swallowed a moan. I wasn’t sure how I felt about his possessive tone. My body, on the other hand, didn’t have any issues with it.
Jonas grabbed my hips and turned my body toward the bathroom mirror. “See this?” he asked. “Mine. These…” He rubbed his palms over my hips. “Mine. And this right here…” He bent to nibble at the place where my neck met my shoulder, working it with his lips and then his tongue. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from gasping. “Mine,” he said.
