Chapter 3 #2
“And for tonight, you’re mine, Lexi. All mine.”
I whimpered as he gradually built up the pace, my fingers tangling in his dirty blonde hair as I arched my back against him, seeking the pleasure I’d denied myself for so long.
“God, you’re fucking amazing,” he muttered as I gasped.
His voice was low and reverent as he praised me. “Tell me you want more, beautiful,” he said, between thrusts. “You’re so pretty, I don’t think I could ever stop.”
“I won’t let you stop,” I gasped as he thrust again, this time bending lower to capture my mouth. My nails dug into his back as he moved in and out of me, steadily building the tempo.
I was writhing as I felt myself go closer to the peak again. Jonah increased his speed and angled himself so that he hit a certain sensitive spot in me that made me moan out loud.
“You’re special, Lexi, did you know that?” he murmured. “You fit me perfectly, like no other woman ever has. I could stay like this forever, beautiful.”
I whimpered helplessly as I felt every hard inch of him in me, possessing me like I was his.
And there it was, my second orgasm waiting to wash over me. When it finally did, I cried out his name, my thighs quivering as I went over the edge. Every nerve in me was alive as the built-up tension rolled off me in one delicious wave.
His own climax was right there and a few quick paced thrusts later, and he came with a raspy grunt, his body stretching taut for a second while he spilled into me.
When he fell back down on top of me, making sure to place his elbows down first, we faced each other, spent and satisfied.
“That was….” I hunted around for words. My back-to-back orgasms had scrambled my brain.
“Mind blowing,” he finished, cupping my face with his hands and giving me a long, lingering kiss.
It felt good to be kissed after sex. It felt good to have him take his time, even though I knew the clock was now ticking.
He rolled away briefly to dispose of the condom in the trash bin beside the bed, then settled back next to me.
I nestled my head against his shoulder, allowing myself a few minutes to enjoy this closeness.
Even now, I couldn’t stop staring at his beautiful body as I traced a lazy path down his shoulder to his chest.
“I knew it would be like this,” he murmured.
It had been a long time since I’d had sex, and no doubt I was tight—which I was sure explained his enthusiasm.
I could see the way he was hung, his cock semi-soft, but slowly hardening while we lay in bed, our naked bodies facing each other. His was a body used to pleasures such as these. Tomorrow there’d be someone else, I was sure.
As though he sensed I was getting distant, he dipped his head and languidly kissed my breast, trailing kisses all the way up to my cleavage and my neck. I admired how confident he was, even naked, and how he didn’t shy away from letting me ogle him.
“I’m guessing you like what you see,” he said, peppering kisses down my neck as I closed my eyes. Why did I have to leave?
He pulled me closer and kissed me deeply, sensuously on my lips. His body angled over mine, coming on top of me as though he was getting ready for round two.
“Very,” I said against his lips, letting him kiss me leisurely, his hand cupping my head while he brought me closer against him.
This was good. Too good, I thought, as my hands roved through his hair. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue in, and I could feel his heart beating against my breasts. Our bodies joined at every possible point, my skin damp and his body hot with need.
When we broke apart, we stared at each other, breathless.
“What are you doing to me, Lexi?” he asked in a voice that was a mix of shock and reverence as he took me in. I met his gaze steadily.
“Whatever I did, it wasn’t on purpose.” I ruefully sat up, reaching for my clothes.
“Leaving so soon?” he asked as he watched me pull my bra on.
I nodded. “I have an early morning tomorrow.”
I need to be there when Evie wakes up and runs to find me in my room.
It was the one constant she had in her life after I walked out on her dad three years ago, and I would not rob her of it.
He was silent for a moment, then got up and walked to the bathroom. He returned just as I had fished my panties from the floor and found my dress. He was holding a damp towel in his hand and used his free hand to gently hold me on the bed.
“One minute,” he said, gently wiping between my legs and along my thighs with the damp towel before switching to a dry one to finish cleaning me off. “Now you can get dressed,” he said.
I smiled, wondering if he did this for every woman he had sex with. What a gentle thing to do, I thought as I tugged my dress over my head. He lay back down on the bed, watching me intently.
He propped himself up on his elbow. “Tell me something. Where did you go to school to learn to code?”
I grinned, aware that my answer lacked the Ivy League school names he was probably hoping to hear. “I didn’t graduate from college,” I said. I thought back to Dylan and the reason I’d never finished college.
“I’m a self-taught coder,” I added, grabbing my handbag.
He hummed in agreement. “Why pay someone when you can do it yourself?” he asked with a wry smile.
I nodded, realizing that it summed up who I was. I could imagine he was the opposite. He’d pay someone to do almost everything for him that didn’t need his expertise. How had the two of us been attracted to each other?
“How many Ivy League schools have you graduated from, Jonah, just to get where you are?” I asked, pausing near the door but wishing I didn’t have to leave.
He let out a throaty, full-bodied laugh. “You got that right, Lexi. I’ve collected a few degrees over the years, but they’re just expensive pieces of paper now.”
My gaze drifted to the corner of the bed where his phone lay, the screen having lit up more than a few times throughout the night.
It was a stark reminder that he was a very busy man.
I’d had his complete attention for hours, and I knew I should be glad for that instead of feeling regret over not having more.
“I guess you’re a workaholic,” I said.
He smiled even wider. “And a loner, Lexi. I don’t like anyone laying claim to my personal time.”
What a pity. That answered a question I’d had about why he wasn’t in a long-term relationship.
I inhaled and tore my gaze away. No matter how much I looked at him it would never be enough.
At the doorway, I stopped and turned for a quick look.
He was still watching me. I dropped my handbag and went back to him on impulse.
I climbed onto the bed while he stilled, surprised, until I put my lips to his, giving him a wet, lush kiss.
He hooked one arm over my back, stopping me from leaving instantly like I’d planned and instead kissing me back passionately, his tongue going deep into my mouth.
When we broke apart, we stared at each other, unable to believe the attraction we still felt. What a pity this was the last I would see of him. “Bye, Jonah.”
“Bye, Princess.”