Chapter Eleven
Roxanne had only seen the foyer and living room during her first visit.
Jonah led her through the back door and into the kitchen.
She wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t nearly as large as she’d assumed given the size of the house.
It was quaint and almost intimate. There was a round table in the center with four chairs and mail piled up in a weathered basket on top.
“Haven’t gotten around to remodeling this room yet.”
Roxanne glanced his way. Jonah was watching her intently.
“Kitchens can be a challenge, so I’m leaving it till last.” Jonah pointed to the sink area across the room. “I plan on expanding to double the size.”
Roxanne snorted. “My apartment has a galley kitchen, so to me, this is great.”
The corner of his mouth spiked, and he waved his hand toward the door.
She’d been in the living room. Just as beautiful as she remembered.
The brick fireplace was the focal point and pulled the entire room together.
Their winters were mild, and they had little use for it, but it was perfect.
Across the foyer, the room opened up to a spacious dining area. Without a table.
“Don’t use this room much,” he said, grasping the back of his neck.
Roxanne chuckled. The idea of three young bachelor brothers entertaining a house full of people for a formal dinner? It was hard to imagine but she could envision a large family celebrating a holiday here. It was warm and inviting.
She walked through the room, taking in the details. There was a large opening to a room half the size that seemed to serve as an office space. Roxanne moved to the small hallway in the corner but abruptly stopped when Jonah’s voice echoed through the room.
“It’s just a spare.”
She eyed the closed door. “A master suite on the main floor?”
“Yeah.” His tone was gruff.
“Why don’t you use it?”
When he didn’t answer, she glanced over her shoulder. The whole vibe in the room shifted as if the temperature dropped significantly. Jonah’s jaw was squared and the lines between his brows deepened, showing his tension.
Roxanne smiled, and his features softened slightly. Whatever his reasons, they weren’t up for discussion, and she’d respect that. She glanced around, meeting him at the entrance of the dining room. She leaned forward, poking her head into the foyer and zoning in on the staircase.
“Do I get a second-floor tour?”
The corner of his mouth curled, and he lifted his chin.
She walked up the staircase. It was grand, and clearly a remodel.
She’d been in plenty of beautiful homes, but there was something unique about this one.
The cascading staircase alone looked like something out of an old Victorian.
The second floor was completely open, with the bathroom closest to the landing.
Four other doors lined the wall. Before she had time to ask, Jonah pointed down the hall.
“Cord’s, Holden’s, and mine is at the end.”
That only explained three. She eyed the door across from Jonah’s room.
“And that one?”
“Storage.” Again, his voice was gruff and stern, similar to how he responded to the bedroom downstairs. He was sending her cues, and she wouldn’t push.
She walked into his room, peering around.
It was orderly, with a large bed in the middle and two nightstands.
She concealed her smile seeing his bed properly made.
Aside from the closet that was slightly open, there were no other doors, and it suddenly dawned on her.
She spun around to find Jonah in the doorway, arms folded, leaning against the frame.
All her thoughts shifted, forgetting what she wanted to ask.
Jonah, standing there with his green stare pinned on her, sent her mind racing in a different direction.
His rugged, sexy, silent nature was hitting her in regions that forced her to tighten her thighs.
He raised his brows when she remained silent.
Shit! What was I going to ask? She bit her lip, racking her brain when it finally came to her.
“Bathroom.” She snapped her fingers. “Three guys sharing one? That sounds like fun.”
Jonah smirked. “I have plans to add another somewhere down the road.”
Roxanne slowly nodded and stared back at him. She may have remembered her initial question, but her mind went back to him and his bed.
“It’s getting late,” he said, pushing off the doorframe and stalking toward her.
Damn, it’s over? She shrugged. “Not that late.”
His eyes heated. “Yeah, it is. Need to get you in bed.” He wrapped his hands around her hips, pulled her against his chest and growled. “My bed.”
Yes!
His mouth came down hard, stealing her breath.
If she thought Jonah was going to take it slow, she was wrong.
And I’ve got no problem with it. She wrapped her arms around his waist, tugging at his shirt, and yanking it from his jeans.
His lips moved over hers, slipping his tongue inside her mouth.
Her moan echoed off the walls. This wasn’t their first kiss, but it was different—virile and urgent, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
She slipped her hands under his shirt, spreading her palms over his back.
His lined muscles contracted under her touch.
Jonah deepened the kiss, driving his hips against her core.
There were too many clothes separating them.
She pulled on the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head.
He broke away from the kiss for only a second before his mouth was on her again.
He cupped her neck, the pads of his callused fingers scratching against her skin.
She broke out in goosebumps, wanting more.
Roxanne had been with other men, but something about Jonah felt different. She chalked it up to pure sexual chemistry, but she couldn’t deny their connection. Jonah’s lips skated over her jaw and down her throat, a ripple of heat spreading over her body.
“Jonah,” she moaned.
Her blood rushed through her veins, and her entire body heated.
Roxanne was usually a fan of foreplay, but he was taking too long.
She took matters into her own hands, unbuckling her jeans, lowering the zipper and dropping her pants to her ankles.
His mouth spread over her neck, and she heard a rumbling growl vibrate from his chest. He hooked his thumbs through the edge of her panties and ripped them down her legs, leaving her completely bare.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breath labored.
He gripped her hips, carrying her across the room and tossing her onto his bed.
He stood at the edge with his dark stare pinning her.
Jonah grabbed the jeans and panties, ripping them the rest of the way off her legs and discarding them on the floor.
When he reached for his belt buckle, she pushed to a seated position and took off her shirt and bra.
She didn’t know where they landed. She was too focused on him shucking off his jeans.
His eyes trailed over her body, lingering on her breasts.
His jaw tightened, and his chest rose and fell at a rapid pace.
It left no question that Jonah liked what he saw, which gave her an added boost of confidence.
Enough to tease him by spreading her legs slightly.
A thunderous growl echoed through the room.
He pressed his knuckles onto the mattress, and she scooted toward the headboard, making room for him.
Apparently, Jonah had a different idea. His knee came down on the bed, and he slid his hands from her ankles to her inner thighs, spreading her legs fully apart.
“Lay down.” His graveled command had her nipples beading as she lowered onto her back. She gasped as she watched his face settle between her legs.
Oh God!
The second his mouth spread over her pussy, she jackknifed on the bed and fisted the sheets.
She was already halfway to an orgasm from their foreplay.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d last with his mouth on her.
His hands caressed her hips with a soft touch, forcing her to relax.
Kind of. This wasn’t a first for her, but clearly, she hadn’t dated men who were gifted in this position.
Until now. His tongue teased over her clit in a feathery flicker.
So light, but it packed a powerful punch, and she moaned.
“Ah, Jonah.” Her breath was heavy, and she swiveled her hips, riding his mouth.
She was caught between wanting more and it being too much.
Jonah slid his hands over her stomach up to her breasts.
The pads of his fingers teased her nipples into sharp points, adding a new element to the onset of her orgasm.
I’m so close. She released the sheet, driving her hand over his hair and clutching a handful.
It was thick and soft against her palm. Almost soothing.
His tongue licked over her clit, and she fisted his hair.
“Yes,” she breathed, fighting against the heat rising through her entire body. But there was no way to prolong the inevitable. She inhaled a deep breath and moaned seconds before she orgasmed.
I’ve never come so hard in my life.
Her muscles felt like Jello, and she sank into the mattress trying to catch her breath.
She closed her eyes as a coolness spread over her skin.
Roxanne was in a euphoric daze. She heard the faint crinkling of paper and blinked open her eyes.
Jonah was a vision standing beside the bed.
His muscles taut and defined as he wrapped the condom over his cock.
“Oh good.” Her breath was heavy, and the corner of her mouth curled teasingly. “We’re not done?”
Jonah smirked, resting one knee on the bed, sliding his body over hers. His hands were planted on either side of her head, and his arms locked. His lips skimmed her ear, and he whispered, “Not even close.”