A few minutes passed; then Jonas pulled his cock free. Deanna collapsed onto the bed, her breathing labored and sweat causing tendrils of her hair to stick to her cheek.
“You take my breath away,” he whispered as he stared down at her.
She chuckled and turned over. “It’s you with all the wicked ideas, Jonas.”
Jonas merely shook his head and dropped to the bed beside her. “Come here, woman,” he growled as he reached over and tugged her on top of him.
“Ew,” she said, “I’m all sweaty.”
He pushed her hair off her face and kissed her forehead. “I like you all sweaty, so be still.”
She settled against him. “I meant to ask you last night but we got ... distracted.”
He let his hands massage the length of her back. “By distracted do you mean when I squirted whipped cream on your pussy and licked it off?”
She laughed. “Yeah, that.”
“A very tasty distraction, kitten.”
“Anyway, I wanted to ask about Ray’s phone call. What’d he say?”
Jonas frowned as he recalled the conversation. “Cade is doing well. He’s staying with his aunt, Ray’s sister, while Ray’s in prison. It seems like the kid has his life back on track—even though his dad will probably do time for attempted murder. Jesus, what a mess.”
Deanna lifted her head and looked at him. “Cade is getting his life straightened out and Ray got the minimum sentence of three years. Those are good things, Jonas. So why did you seem angry?”
“Are you kidding me, Deanna?” he growled. “Ray nearly shot you!”
She laid her back down on his chest. “He was out of his mind with pain. We need to try to forgive him, Jonas.”
Jonas coasted his hands down to her ass and squeezed. “I understand the reason behind Ray’s rampage, but I’ll never forget seeing that pool of blood on the porch. I’ll never forget how close you came to dying.”
“Neither will I,” she said as she kissed his chest. “I’m very glad you saved me.”
Jonas knew now was the time. He loved her, would always love her. And the time had come for him to do something about that. Suddenly, his palms grew damp and he felt as if he were going to be sick. Christ, he was nervous! He’d laugh later at the absurdity of that. Much later.
“I love you, kitten.”
She lifted her head and smiled up at him. “And I love you.”
He took a deep breath, then let it out. “I want to spend my life making you happy, Deanna.”
She kissed him. “I like the sound of that,” she breathed against his lips.
“I think I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you at your family’s picnic. I just didn’t know it then.” He leaned down and softly kissed her warm cheek.
“Jonas?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you marry me?”
Jonas jerked. “Damn it, girl, that’s supposed to be my line.”
She laughed and reached down to cup his dick in her palm. “I was afraid you’d take all day. And I have other plans for you.”
At once, Jonas was vibrating with sexual awareness. “Plans?”
“Mmm,” she murmured as she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock.