My gut shriveled. If that was the good news… I gulped. “What’s the bad news?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“You don’t know who my family is—”
I jumped up, shaking my head. Panic spread over my entire body.
I wasn’t scared with Jonah. That was the truth—that’s why I had different reactions, kept feeling attracted to him. But his brother, the other guy from the morgue? I was terrified of those guys.
I held my hands up. “I don’t want to know.”
Jonah took a breath, looking down. “We kidnapped you. That’s a felony, and if you go to the polic—”
I shook my head, because no, no, no. That was not happening. “I remember the guns,” I said, my voice a whisper.
Jonah started around the end of the bed toward me, his head still down.
I took a breath, flattening my hand against my stomach. It was rumbling all over the place. “I don’t know what your family does, but I’m not dumb.” I tipped my head up.
He moved even closer.
“Jonah.” My voice was wobbly. He had to know I wouldn’t say anything, do anything. “It was very obvious that your family is wealthy—like, the type I didn’t even know existed. All the guards? That’s scary. Whatever your family does, I don’t want to know. I don’t need to know. I won’t say anything.”
He was in my space, but his eyes were soft. “It’s not that simple.”
It had to be. Panic was branding me from the inside out. I had to convince him of this.
Would they kill me?
No, this is Jonah.
My God. Why did I have blinders with this guy?
Jonah closed in, but he didn’t touch me. He stayed just out of touching distance, but he watched me, and I was flipping the fuck out.
I blinked away tears. “What are you going to do to me?”
He stared long and hard, as if looking inside of me. Then he reached up, his hand cupping the side of my face. “I remembered you, too, after that night. You showed me kindness when no one should’ve been doing that. You did. That meant something to me.”
I closed my eyes, wanting him to close the distance and wanting him to step away at the same time. Fear and desire pumped through my blood, heating me up. “Are you going to kill me?”
His hand flexed against my cheek.
I opened my eyes, finding his gaze on my lips.
Oh man. What was he thinking?
“Jonah,” I whispered.
His eyes flickered, coming back into focus.
“What are yo—”
“No.” That’s all he said before he lowered his head, and his mouth touched mine.
I gasped, grasping his wrist.
He pulled back. Lust had darkened his eyes, but he was holding, waiting.
He was waiting for me.
My heart thumped against my chest. I knew what I wanted.
Need flooded me. The ache inside me spread outward.
I started without fully admitting to myself what I was going to do. I moved closer, my lips searching for his, and after another second’s hesitation, I let go of his wrist. I grabbed his shirt and raised up on my toes.
I found him this time, and all the hesitation was over.
Chapter Twenty
CARSON
This was different.
The way he touched me—tender, soft, like I was fragile. I didn’t want that.
“No.” I pulled back and shook my head, my arms tightening around him. “No.”
He studied me a moment, and then his eyes flashed. Determined. Hard. His jaw tightened, and then his mouth was on mine.
He wanted everything.
His tongue dipped inside.
I could only gasp, responding in kind.
God. I was melting.
I remembered that night, and how I’d wanted him even then. I’d felt guilty about wanting him. Not now. Not anymore.
He grabbed my ass and hoisted me up.
I went with him willingly. Anywhere. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he turned toward the bathroom.
I heard the shower start, and then the steam hit us, and I gasped again. The water drenched us as he moved me against the wall—pinned in place, grinding into me.
Pleasure and lust swept through me.
I wanted him inside of me, but as I pushed against him, my back still to the wall, he grabbed one of my hands. He pinned that to the wall as well, his mouth moving down my throat.
I felt the sensation of water on skin as he ripped away my shirt.
I grabbed for his collar and yanked, just needing it gone. I twisted my other hand free, dragging it from his hold, and went for his pants, but his hands were there, too.
He tunneled into my pants, and I felt his finger at my clit.
My eyes opened.
He watched me, waiting, and as my gaze met his, his finger slid inside.
The feeling almost too much. It’d been so long since I’d done this—and to do it with him…
He thrust again and again. His thumb rubbed over my clit as he kept pumping into me. A second finger joined, and I felt so full.