Jesus have mercy on me.
Jonathon took a step closer, his hand moving under my T-shirt to my back. A couple of flicks and my bra was off. I dropped my head back as he moved his fingers over my body. Pushing my bra and shirt over my breasts, he pinched one nipple as he leaned down and brought the other into his mouth.
“Oh, God. Yes!” I hissed as the energy in his mouth rushed through my body. I could already feel the buildup of my much-needed release. My fingers went into his dark hair, pulling and tugging to spur him on.
A warm hand made its way up my leg, tickling the skin along my thigh as he slowly worked it into my panties. His boot pushed my feet apart to spread my legs, and the moment he plunged his fingers in, I cried out his name.
“Jonathon!”
My orgasm rolled through my body as I felt myself clench around his fingers. Closing my eyes, I let myself sink into the euphoria and soon found I was in Jonathon’s arms. He was carrying me to the bed. Quick hands pulled the rest of my clothes off. I watched as Jonathon kicked off his boots and then pulled his jeans off. His thick, long, shaft sprung free, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. I wanted it in my mouth, but I wanted it inside of me more.
Jonathon pulled open the drawer at the side of his bed and ripped open a box of condoms. He tossed a few on the bed and crawled over me. His mouth crushed mine as we kissed deeply, passionately, until my lips felt raw from his stubble.
Framing my head with his hands, his gaze pierced mine. “I want to taste you… I’m going to taste you before this day is over, but first, I need to be inside of you. I am going to die if I don’t feel you wrapped around my cock.”
I smiled as I ran my foot up and down his leg. “What are you waiting for, Mr. Turner?”
His hand slipped between my legs, and when he pushed two fingers in, a low growl came from the back of his throat. “I’d say you’re ready.”
All I could do was nod. I was more than ready. My body felt like it was going to combust, every molecule on fire.
Jonathon reached for a condom, ripped it out, and rolled it on. My stomach flipped with excitement. I wasn’t sure why I was nervous. We’d already been together, so it wasn’t our first time. Yet, it felt like it was our first time.
Ever so slowly he pushed inside of me. Inch by delicious inch. My back arched as my body begged for more of him.
“Christ Almighty,” he whispered, burying his face into my neck. When he was finally fully seated, he paused. Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him even closer as I dug my heels into his lower back.
“You feel so good, Waylynn.”
Slowly, he moved. In and out. With each movement, my body felt like it was being lifted higher and higher. His hand moved ever so softly over my skin, leaving a trail of fire. Jonathon’s mouth found mine again. His lips felt softer, the kiss so gentle it nearly brought me to tears.
The next words from his mouth burned deep in my heart.
“You’re mine, Waylynn. Forever mine.”
Chapter Eleven
Jonathon
I always looked forward to Poker night. But not tonight. All I wanted was to be in bed with Waylynn wrapped in my arms. Since she’d showed up at my place the other morning, the last few nights we had done just that. Never mind the fucking hot sex in her office yesterday, and the countless other places we had sex over the course of the last three days. I couldn’t help smiling when I thought about it. Sex with Waylynn was addictive. I’d never in my life wanted a woman so damn much. I’d thought it was the chase that was driving this insane desire, but it wasn’t. Every time I finished making love to her, I wanted her again, which was evident from our nonstop fuck sessions.
Once in the kitchen at the dance studio, once in my truck on the way to the flooring store in San Antonio. On her desk at the studio…twice. And countless times in my bed at home. Hell, Monday we had spent the entire day getting to know what the other person liked. Waylynn seemed to melt when I placed my mouth against her ear and spoke. Even something as simple as placing my hand on her lower back to lead her into a room had led to her dragging me into the restroom at the restaurant last night and fucking her on the sink. For someone who didn’t want our relationship to go public, she sure didn’t mind us walking out of the ladies’ restroom together, sporting that just-fucked look.