Chapter 10 #2
“I’m well aware,” I snap.
His gaze flies to my face, eyes narrowing. “Are there more?”
“Not burns,” I say carefully, and Jonah is leaping from the bed before I even finish speaking. I jump up, too, grabbing his arm. “Stop. Where are you going?”
“I already fucking told you.” He searches the room for a moment before spying his jeans hanging over the desk chair. He strides in that direction, oblivious to my attempts to tug on his arm.
“Jonah.”
He pulls his jeans up over his hips before he finally spins to face me, his expression stopping my heart. He looks so angry. But he also looks sad. Heartbroken. His breath comes in a ragged gust. “He hurt you.”
I swallow a lump in my throat. “He did.”
“You didn’t deserve that.”
“I know.”
His hands come up to cup my cheeks and I can feel them shaking. “I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”
I almost want to laugh—if I wasn’t so close to bursting into tears. “That’s silly. You didn’t even know me.”
His jaw tightens. “I know you now. And I’m going to fucking kill that bastard for what he did to you.”
“That’s not what I need from you.” I put my hand on his cheek. “Jonah, listen to me. That’s not what I need.”
He blinks a few times, his eyes focusing on my face. I watch as he takes a deep breath, and then another. Slowly, his shoulders relax. “What do you need then, Ellie?”
“I need you,” I say automatically. “I need you to stay here with me. I need you to hold me and touch me and make me feel good.”
His jaw clenches and I know he’s fighting with himself, with his desire to go get revenge. In spite of myself, I thrill a little at the thought. It actually feels really good to have someone be willing to stand up for me. To fight for me.
It only makes me want him even more.
“Stay here with me,” I whisper, rising up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. I feel a shudder go through him as my tongue darts out to lick a hot path along the skin of his neck. “Be with me, Jonah.”
He groans and, in a rush, his arms come around me, lifting me from the floor.
His lips crash down on mine and just like that, I’m over the edge.
There’s no Kevin, no terrible memories, no scar on my back.
There’s just the feeling of Jonah all around me, his hot tongue plundering my mouth, his chest warm and hard against me, his hands gliding over my body.
He lifts me so easily, my legs coming up to wrap around his hips.
Instead of going back to the bed, he merely takes a step forward and presses me into the wall.
“I need you,” I gasp against his mouth as one of his hands come up to tweak my nipple. He rolls the hardened bud between his fingers and I cry out, trying to stifle the noise in his shoulder so we don’t wake anyone.
“Love the noises you make,” he says, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans.
He pulls a condom from his wallet and hands it to me and I hold it while he slides the jeans back down his legs.
I catch sight of the movement in the mirror over the dresser behind him.
The bedside lamp gives off enough light for me to see his back clearly, the well-defined muscles flexing as he moves.
As the denim drops from his hips, his amazing ass comes into view and I whimper, my legs tightening around his sides.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ellie,” he mutters, kissing my neck as he rolls the condom on.
I can’t decide what to look at—his intense, lust-filled eyes as he glances down at where we’ll join, his ridiculous ass in the mirror behind him, or the ripples of his abs as he arranges me against the wall and gets his dick into place against my center.
Then he slides into me and I can’t see anything, because there’s no way in heaven or hell I could keep my eyes open against this onslaught of feeling.
“I’ve missed you,” he breathes as he bottoms out inside me. “How the fuck does this feel so familiar after only one time?”
“I don’t know. But it does. It’s so right, Jonah.”
“So right,” he grunts out, beginning to moan. His pace isn’t gentle—it feels like he’s trying to fit every inch of himself deep within me, like he can’t get enough. “You and me together, this is right. Tell me you get that.”
“I do,” I promise around a sob. He’s brushing up against a spot deep inside me that has stars dancing across my vision. I’ve never felt anything so good, so completely overwhelming. I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams and the only thing holding me together is the man between my legs.
“I’ve got you” he says, his voice broken and urgent in my ear, and I know he’s just as close as I am. “I’ve got you, baby. You can let go.”
That’s a difficult thing for me—letting go.
Trusting someone to hold me up, to keep me safe.
But Jonah feels too good to refuse. His hard thrusts and his roaming hands and his desperate, needy kisses.
His gorgeous eyes as he stares at me, like he can see into my soul.
His voice, so rough and dirty in my ear, telling me how good my pussy is, how much he needs it, how much he needs me.
It’s all too much, this wave crashing over me. I can’t do anything but give in. So I do. I hold onto Jonah as tightly as I can and I let everything else go.