She covered her face with her hands to keep him from seeing her bright red cheeks. A moment later she felt one hand close around her wrists, pulling them away. He pinned them to the bed and when she finally opened her eyes, he was hovering over her. His shirt was unbuttoned now, showing off his lean, muscled torso.
“Does it embarrass you when I say things like that?” he asked.
Emma could only nod. How else could she explain that she was twenty-seven but about as comfortable with sexual topics as a twelve-year-old? She liked sex. And she’d had a good bit of it. But talking about it so blatantly? She just couldn’t take it.
“Well, then I’ll stop talking about it,” he said, releasing her hands.
Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she realized what he meant by that. He slipped down off the edge of the bed and pressed his palms against the inside of her knees to spread her legs wider.
The first touch was light, like a flicker over her skin that set off sparks under her eyelids. Every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation of the second contact. This time, his tongue lingered, moving slowly across her skin and making Emma squirm. After that, she lost count. Her hands gripped at the comforter as his lips, teeth and tongue feasted on her without showing signs of letting up.
Emma had done this before, and yet, she felt as though this were a totally new experience. Nothing any man had ever done to her had felt this amazing. She couldn’t think, not really. Not when the waves of pleasure were coming at her from all sides. The only clear realization she had was that perhaps her lack of enthusiasm in bed with other partners was more of a reflection on them than on her.
It was as though a burden was lifted from her shoulders. Yes, perhaps David was just crappy in the s
ack and she accepted that because he was the kind of man she should want on paper. Successful, respectable, boring... The fears of becoming her sister had sent her on a path of living half a life. What else had she missed out on?
Emma looked up at Jonah and realized that he could definitely be the one to show her what was missing from her life. It might not ever be love or marriage or romance, but it would certainly be something more exciting than what she’d had. With a baby on the way, she had years of 2:00 a.m. feedings and runny noses in her future. She was excited to start that new part of her life, but there was no reason why she couldn’t relish every second with Jonah now.
The thought released the last of the barricades she’d put up in her mind and she finally was able to relax and thoroughly enjoy the pleasure Jonah was giving her. She’d been holding tight to the release that was building up, somehow afraid to give in to it until now. When he slipped a finger inside of her and flicked his tongue over her swollen flesh, she couldn’t hold back any longer.
Arching her back, Emma cried out. Her whole body convulsed against her will as the pulsating pleasure radiated through her. She clutched hopelessly at the blankets as Jonah continued his assault on her body, but there was nothing to hold her down.
This wasn’t a release like she’d had before. Not even like the one he’d coaxed out of her the night of the Mardi Gras party. This blew them all out of the water and she found she couldn’t control her body while it was happening. Only once the sensations finally faded away was she able to take a deep breath and lick her parched lips. She drew her legs together and melted into the bed like butter on a warm biscuit.
“That’s my butterfly,” he soothed as he stood up with a pleased smile curling his lips.
Emma could only watch him, the energy completely drained from her body, as he slipped out of his shirt, then went to work removing the rest of his clothes. Watching him was enough for now. There was so much of him she hadn’t seen. He was lean and hard with the build of a marathon runner. Were there more tattoos he kept hidden beneath his clothes? In addition to their shared tattoo, she’d seen one peeking out from the sleeve of his T-shirts, but nothing she’d been able to study closely. Even now, she didn’t really have the mental capacity to focus too much. Her body and her mind were gelatin.
“You seemed to enjoy that,” he said. Completely nude, he offered his hand to help her sit up on the edge of the bed. “I’m anxious to hear you make those sounds again.”
“Again?” she said, bewildered. She pushed herself back until she was centered, closer to the headboard.
Jonah crawled across the mattress until his body was covering hers. “Maybe even three times,” he teased, pressing a kiss to her lips.
Emma couldn’t imagine, but she wasn’t about to argue with him while he was hovering between her thighs. With his lips still locked on hers, he pressed his hips forward, slipping inside of her with little resistance.
Now this, Emma remembered. She could hardly forget. He had been the perfect size for her, filling and stretching her body without being overwhelming. She drew her legs up to wrap around his hips and give him a better angle to go even deeper. The movement forced Jonah to pull away from her lips and curse softly with his cheek against hers. After a moment, he pushed up onto his arms with tightly closed eyes and a clenched jaw to maintain control.
“I don’t know how you do this to me,” he said as he withdrew and surged forward a second time. “It’s like your body was just made for me. Everything about you...your scent, your taste, the way you feel wrapped around me... I’ve been obsessed with experiencing this moment again. I can’t believe I finally found you.”
Emma couldn’t believe they found each other, either. Or that despite everything, they’d ended up back in this place. She wanted to savor every moment they spent together so later she could use these memories to keep her warm on lonely nights. She reached up and cupped his face in her hands. The stubble of his beard was rough against her palms. She looked into his eyes, those blue, mesmerizing eyes, and drew his face down to hers so she could kiss him again.
“Stop talking and make love to me,” she whispered against his lips.
Jonah grinned and kissed her full and hard before focusing on the task at hand. Adjusting his positioning, he settled into a slow, steady pace guaranteed to make them both crazy before too long. Resting on his elbow, he was able to dip his head down to nibble at her throat and taste her breasts, drawing hard on them until she arched her back and cried out.
He quickly adjusted his pace after that. They both knew that neither of them were patient enough to drag this pleasure on for too long. Jonah lifted her leg and hooked her knee over his shoulder. As he increased his speed and depth, Emma could only press her hands against the headboard to keep steady. That only made the thrusts more intense.
She couldn’t imagine she could come again after the orgasm he’d just given her, but she felt the buildup start in her belly. She tensed her muscles and bit at her bottom lip as the pressure increased. She whispered soft encouragements between harsh gasps and groans as she got closer and closer.
“Oh Emma,” he growled, planting a rough kiss against her inner knee.
Hearing her name on his lips was enough for her. She wasn’t his butterfly, or his anonymous lover anymore. She was Emma. The one he wanted. And she came undone with her name on his lips.
As Emma cried and bucked her hips beneath him, Jonah finally gave in to his own pleasure. With a loud groan, he thrust hard and poured into her.
With his arms quivering, he kissed her, and then rolled to her side and collapsed back against the mattress. There was a long period of silence filled by ragged breathing and the occasional sigh of contentment.