Chapter Twenty-Two
Jonathan had no restraintleft. The last two months away from Bailey taxed him more than he thought possible, but now she was here. Everything about the moment was right. Heryesto the proposal, her gorgeous, naked body...Her.
He forced himself between her legs and drove into her with a single thrust. When he pounded inside, he almost came. He wanted to take this slowly. Build up to an explosive climax. She wrapped her legs around his waist and increased the pace, and he knew that wasn’t happening.
Still gripping her hip with one hand, he moved the other back to her breast. When he pinched the nipple and rolled it between his fingers, her cry drilled deep into his thoughts. He knew that sound, though he’d only heard it a few times. The indicator she was close to orgasm. One of those delicious noises that teased him while he slept.
He tweaked and pounded, hammering deeper each time. Or, it felt like it. She clenched around him, groaning and embedding her nails in his back as she climaxed.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. This felt too good. Tight. Slick. Perfect. Every time her pussy clenched around his cock, a surge built inside him, begging for release. He gave up trying to draw out the moment, and spilled inside her. It wasn’t enough. He kept moving in and out until his body protested the pace.
As the frantic moment eased back and then they stopped, she settled her head against his chest, and he rested his forehead against her. For several moments, the only sound in the room was of them trying to catch their breath.
“We forgot the protection.” Her words were muffled.
Oops. The news didn’t bother him the way it should. “Is that a problem?”
“Depends on how you feel about kids.”
Neutral?“I never really thought about it. I kind of like the idea.”
“We’ve got time. I’m on the pill. But it’s one of those things we have to figure out.”
“And we will.” He kissed the top of her head, then placed a finger under her chin, to raise her gaze to his. “As long as we do it together.”
The air conditioner kicked on, and the vent directly above them blew out a gust of chilled air. She shivered. “Maybe we should get dressed.”
“I guess that was the problem with having sex here instead of home.” He grabbed his shirt and draped it over her shoulders. “I’m not ready to let go of you yet.”
She laughed—one of his favorite sounds—and nodded at the champagne and strawberries. “Did we miss a step in your plan?”
“Having them here sounded romantic in my head, but you were more delicious.” He claimed her mouth again, loving the way she yielded and pushed back at the same time. “We should get back to my place, though.”
“Oh?”
“I promised you a good time, and if I do tonight right, you won’t be able to walk by tomorrow morning.”
“That’s a big promise. You’re so arrogant some times.”