Chapter 3
LEXI
Giving me his hand, he led the way to the elevator. Once we were inside, his hand moved to my back, his fingers rubbing circles on my lower back while the elevator rode up. He was tall, towering over me, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
“I should tell you that you could give the masseur thing a rest, but I’m liking it too much,” I said as he turned me to face him.
“Sorry to disappoint you,” he said, “but I need my hands to do this.”
He cupped my face in his palms and bent down for a kiss.
His lips took mine in a kiss that was strong and soft at the same time.
His fingers released my face and went around my back, drawing me to him.
I relaxed against him, feeling him take control, and tingles raced down my body.
It was a strong kiss, and it left me wanting more.
Breathlessly, he pulled back when the elevator beeped, and the doors opened.
He didn’t let go of my waist, still holding me to him as I looked out.
Luxury was everywhere—the polished doors, soft and lavish carpet, the gold accents on the wall. Jonah was wealthy all right. I wondered what it was he did again if this was the kind of place he could afford to stay in.
“Well, look at that,” he said as the long, carpeted corridor stretched out in front of us. “The elevator ride was too short.”
“Unless you were planning on getting hot and heavy in the elevator, I disagree,” I told him, stepping away and out onto the plush hallway. “It was a perfectly appropriate duration.”
He followed, looking boyish and reluctant to leave the elevator while I walked away, facing him with a teasing smile on my face.
I felt strangely confident, as though the nervous me—the mom and the responsible version of me—had stepped aside, leaving behind this woman who was bold and fearless, like the teenager I once was who had still been so optimistic.
“No,” he insisted, following me. “The perfectly appropriate duration would have let me do this,” he said, catching up to me and pushing me back gently against the wall.
His hands were on either side of my head, locking me in place, and he held my gaze.
The moment stretched out. “I’m sorry you were alone tonight, but,” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead, “I’m also glad”—he moved to kiss my nose—”you were alone.
” He kissed me on the cheek before looking me fully in the eyes. “Because it meant I got to meet you.”
Before I could analyze his words, he put his lips to mine again.
Heat surged through my body as he kissed me senseless, his lips devouring mine.
Sensation spread out all over my body, sending tingles all the way down to my toes.
Jonah kissed my neck, gently going down to my bare shoulder, while I threw my head back, feeling light and desperate for more.
His hands moved over the fabric of my dress, brushing against the sides and just stopping shy of my breasts. His lips paused on my shoulder, and I shivered with anticipation.
“Yes,” I breathed out, understanding why he had hesitated.
He took my words with eagerness, cupping the swell of my breasts while he kissed me on the lips again. This time, his fingers grazed over the pointy tips of my nipples, and a moan escaped me.
I looked at the door to my left while he continued to kiss me lower, getting closer to my cleavage. My eyes were half dazed.
“I hope the people who stay here aren’t in,” I muttered.
Jonah chuckled a low sound while he looked up at me. “Then it’s lucky because I have the key.”
In a second, he opened the door, and we scuttled in, barely closing the door behind us as Jonah ripped the jacket from his shoulders, tossing it onto a chair before his fingers went to the buttons of his shirt.
I dropped my handbag and reached for his zipper, but he caught my hands, pulling my dress over my head first. The moment I was free, I went back to his pants, undoing the zipper.
In a minute, I was down to my underwear while Jonah pulled his shirt off, and then placed his phone face-down on the corner of the bed.
The room looked smaller with him in it. He was solidly built, with more muscle on him than I’d ever seen on Dylan.
He lifted me effortlessly, his biceps flexing with restrained strength, and carried me over to the large bed like it was the easiest thing in the world.
I barely noticed the rest of the room while Jonah lay me down before settling on top of me.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, and I nodded.
“My adventure,” I reminded him before he straddled my hips.
His fingers grazed my chin, and he looked at me with eyes that seemed to question my need for adventure. Then, seemingly realizing that I wouldn’t offer any more information, he nodded.
“Then I’d better make it amazing,” he said, bringing his lips closer to mine. “Kiss me, Lexi.”
Hearing my name from his lips sent shivers down my body.
Reaching up, I kissed him just as my legs wrapped around his thighs.
I was ready for him. Desire, strong and sensual, had built through me all night long.
The hard length of his cock pressed down against me as we kissed, and he used his hands to carry his weight while the kiss intensified.
Unclasping my bra and taking it off me, he drew in a breath as he looked at me. “Absolutely stunning,” he breathed and bent to suck my nipple.
His wet lips hit the hard, aching point, and I inhaled a deep breath as he sucked and teased me.
When we broke apart, he reached under me, hand going down to my panties, which were already wet. Oh, it had been a long time, and I was ready. Aching for him, truth be told, because in addition to everything he was, he was amazing, and I knew that I wouldn’t let myself go like this again.
I was letting myself do this just this once.
When he slid a finger under my panties, he uttered a throaty, pleased groan. I looked as he held the finger up. I was drenched.
Of course I wanted this. How many times had I craved this? One wild night of being someone else but me. Someone whose chance of a carefree life hadn’t slipped past her. I’d only ever slept with Evie’s dad before this. It had been over three years since I’d had sex.
My hips rose on their own when he slipped a finger in my cunt, his palm pressing down on my sex.
Then he added another finger. They felt so good inside me, but I wanted more.
My hips rose again, and he added a thumb, circling my clit.
I gasped at the sensations that it set off.
With his experience, he drew pleasure from deep inside me with ease.
My body still craved and needed sex even if I liked to tell myself otherwise.
My breaths came faster and harsher, and he drove his fingers deeper, like I wanted.
“More,” I gasped, my chest heaving as he put his lips to my swollen clit. He stroked it gently with the tip of his wet tongue, and circled it provocatively. He lapped at my core again and again, teasing me as my hips moved with him, writhing for more.
Why wasn’t it enough? Jonah’s tongue was driving me just to the edge, but his strokes were not strong enough to get me off.
“Jonah, please,” I begged.
“Not yet, Cinderella,” he teased, bringing me to the edge of pleasure and then backing off.
He was too good at this, tormenting me by holding my release just out of reach while making me believe I could have it if I just tried harder.
I raised my hips to move closer to him, my mouth half-open as I desperately tried to reach my climax.
My heart beat rapidly, and his mouth was relentless, licking my clit and my folds alternatively whenever he felt like I was getting too close to climaxing.
He was intolerable. “If you hold it back one more time-” I said, summoning what little energy I had left to challenge him.
He chuckled in response. “Trust me, princess. I’ll take care of you. “
He moved lower, thrusting his tongue into me, while my nerves felt like they were on fire from not getting release.
When he finally came back to my clit, flicking it faster with his tongue, my body tightened, muscles clenching.
He took me to the edge of my pleasure and finally beyond.
My orgasm rolled in like a wave, a big swell of pleasure and relief cascading down my body that made me fall back on the bed, limp with ecstasy.
He pulled away, leaving me with an aching void and my hips fell back down.
I heard him reach for his zipper, the sound sharp in the silent room, followed by the crinkle of a foil wrapper being opened.
It was something I was going to ask for and I was glad he’d thought of it. I’d made that mistake once before…
Once the condom was on, his hard length was against my entrance.
“What do you want, Princess?”
My voice was ragged when I spoke. “I want you–but Jonah, I’m holding you to your promise. Make it your best,” I said as he gripped my hips and drove his cock in.
I felt my skin ignite at his push, a searing pain followed by sweet pleasure as my body took time to adjust. “God,” he muttered, moving over me, his body towering over mine while I lifted my hips breathlessly. “You feel incredible, Lexi.”
Even though I’d expected Jonah to be big, he still surprised me. My body tensed at first, but as he eased in bit by bit, I found it becoming easier, even pleasurable. He was definitely much bigger than Dylan.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and gentle as he looked down at me. “Focus on me. On this moment. It’ll get easier.”
He seemed to sense it had been a long time, and he slowed down his movements, his hips rolling more gently, giving me time to adjust. My hands fisted the sheets on either side of me as I wrapped my legs around him again, feeling him go deeper.
“Yes,” I breathed out, “this feels good. You feel good, Jonah.”
In response, he kissed me, gently teasing my lips so that I hardly felt the pain of him stretching my walls out.