“No, because a spanking from you isn’t frightening—it’s hot.”
Direct. Always so direct. Jesus, he loved her. More than he ever thought possible to love another human being, if he were honest with himself. Now he understood what Wade had found in Gracie. He turned onto her road, then pulled up in front of her house. As he suspected, her car was already in the driveway. Jonas shut off the engine and turned in the seat to face Deanna. She still had tears in her eyes, but they weren’t falling, which meant he could breathe.
“You did exactly what I needed you to do back there,” he murmured. “You kept your head, which allowed me to focus.”
She rolled her eyes. “I wimped out, you mean.”
“No,” he insisted. “Listen to me. I wouldn’t have been able to center my attention on getting the gun away from Ray if I’d been worried about what you might do.”
“I love you, Jonas.”
“I love you, sweetness,” he whispered as he leaned over and kissed her. He didn’t want to start something he couldn’t finish, so he kept it light. When he lifted his head and unbuckled his seat belt, he ordered, “Come on, I need to get you in my arms.”
Deanna nodded. By the time she’d grabbed her purse and had the car door open, Jonas was there. He wrapped his arm around her, and together they walked up to the front. As he looked at the scratches on her lock, he admitted, “By the way, I broke into your house.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You did?”
He shrugged. “When you didn’t answer your phone, I went searching.”
She cupped his face in her palm. “And I’m so glad you did, Jonas.”
Once inside, Jonas shoved the door closed with his knee and pulled her into his arms. They both let out a huge breath. “Never again, Deanna,” he groaned. “I never want to see you in danger again. I swear to Christ I can’t take it.”
She didn’t speak, merely kept her face snuggled against his leather jacket, her arms wrapped tight around his waist. Jonas started to lift her off the floor so he could cradle her against his chest, his one goal to make love to her, when she stopped him.
“I have something I want to show you,” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
She reached into her purse and took out her phone, then turned the volume level all the way up. “It’s nearly dead, but it should still work.”
Okay, maybe she was still in shock. “You want to show me your phone?” he asked, more than a little confused.
“Call me on it,” she demanded, holding it up between them.
“Uh, okay.” Jonas took his phone off his belt and hit speed-dial 2. After a few seconds, Deanna’s phone started to ring to the AC/DC song “You Shook Me All Night Long.” She’d given him his own ring tone. Jonas’s cock hardened as he watched Deanna blush and hit END.
Jonas growled low in his throat, then lifted her into his arms. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, kitten,” he promised.
She laughed and slipped her arms around his neck.
Jonas swung her into his arms and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. He took his time stripping her out of her clothes, then placed her gently on top of the blanket. When he was naked, he came down beside her.
She frowned. “I want you on top of me, Jonas.”
He shook his head and turned her to her side, facing away, then entered her in one smooth stroke from behind. “So sweet,” he whispered against her nape. Her flesh molded to his shape. Her body was so hot Jonas thought he’d go up in flames. It’d be one hell of a way to go.
“Faster, please,” Deanna whimpered, her need a living, breathing entity in that moment. Jonas ached to pound into her. To drive his cock deep. But not this time. “I want to feel you. Slowly. Every spasm, every drop of your cream as you come undone around my dick. I need to know you’re alive, kitten.”
“O-okay, but can we get crazy afterward?”
He chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “Yes. For now, just let me love you, sweetness.”
Jonas reached around and cupped her breast as he slid gently in and out of her sweet cunt. “We belong together, Deanna. I feel it in my bones.”
“Yes, Jonas.”
Jonas plucked her nipple, then skated his hand down her body and teased her clit. “When I’m loving you like this, nothing else exists. There are no drug dealers, no bad guys with guns. There’s only you and me, Deanna.”