With that knowledge, I reach out, never so bold in my life, and place my hand over his engorged cock, loving the long length of him. My sex quivers, desperate to be pleasured by this man, to experience his brand of lovemaking. If the rumors are true, I’m in for one hell of a night.
“I’m enjoying this,” I say, and give him a little massage.
A deep growl rips from his lungs.
“Does that sound mean you’re enjoying something, too?”
“Fucking right it does.” He closes his hand over mine, applies more pressure to his cock, and moves his hips.
I moan again, and his other hand goes to my breast. He cups it, lightly runs his thumb over my turgid nipple. Damn, that feels good. I arch into him, letting him know in no uncertain terms that I want this.
“You look hot in my clothes, Quinn.”
“Don
’t you think they’re a bit big?” I ask, my voice coming out a breathless whisper as his thumb strokes me, the sensations running through my body and settling deep between my legs.
Before I realize what he’s doing, he has his hands around my waist and is lifting me until I’m sitting on the island, the marble counter cool against my bare legs.
He forcefully pushes my legs open and slides in between them. Damn, who knew I’d like this take-charge alpha side of him so much? His hand slides up my back, goes to my hair, and he tugs. My mouth opens, and his lips come down over mine.
A gasp catches in my throat as he devours me, his mouth moving over mine, hard, hungry, demanding. Our tongues tangle, and his slashes against the sides of my mouth, tasting me deeply. The man kisses like a God, and I’m breathless, panting when he breaks it.
He cups my breasts again. “I want my mouth here,” he says.
Needy girl that I am, I grip the hem of the shirt and peel it over my head. He chuckles at my eagerness. But then he steps back, his gaze raking over me like a hot caress. Dressed in nothing but my panties, I squirm on the countertop, my entire body beckoning his. His eye meet mine, dark, needy, ravenous, and my lungs compress. My God, he’s going to eat me alive.
I briefly close my eyes, suddenly not sure if I’m ready for a guy like him.
“I take it you need that too?” he asks, and when my lids flicker open, and I see the raw hunger on his face, a new kind of need rips through me.
My brain shuts down, and with desire ruling my actions, I reach for him. “Yes, Jonah. Please…” My God, I’ve never begged for a man’s touch in my life. Then again, I’ve not been with many men…and never any like the Body Checker.
“I like a girl who knows what she wants.”
“Do you?” I ask, and grip his hair to guide his mouth to my breasts, showing him exactly what I want. His laugh vibrates through me, and I quiver when his hot mouth closes over my aching nipple. He sucks, and my pale nub swells even more beneath his deft ministrations.
“Jonah,” I say as he nibbles on my nipple then clenches down slightly until pleasure mingles with pain. A gasp tears from my lungs at the duel assault. Honest to God, I’ve never felt anything quite like it. My sex clenches, and my entire body ignites as his hands roam my nakedness, a hurried exploration of my body, like he can’t get enough of me.
He treats my other breast to the same pleasure, and his mouth is wet when he breaks from my body and presses his forehead to mine, his breath coming faster, spilling over my face.
“You should probably know, boobs aren’t my only thing,” he says, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to my forehead, nose, eyes and cheeks.
“No?” I ask, playing along, even though I’m not so sure it’s wise with a guy like Jonah, but I’m too far gone, too damn needy to turn back now.
“No, I’m into many other things.”
“Such as?” I ask, my entire body vibrating, anxious to find out.
“Oh, you suddenly want to know now, do you?”
“Yes,” I say, unable to keep the desperation from my voice.
“Okay, then.” He slides his hand up my thigh and grips my lace panties. “Why don’t you lift, and I’ll show you.”
I brace my hands on the counter and lift my ass, allowing him to lower my panties to my thighs. He wiggles them down, his calluses scraping my bare flesh and sending shivers skittering through me as he removes the scrap of material and proceeds to twirl them around his finger.
“Black lace,” he murmurs. “Sexy, but I was hoping you were naked underneath my shirt.”