Chapter 24 Jonathan #2
I’m done holding back. I thrust one final time and release. A groan tears from my throat as the sensation shoots through me. I press into her, burying my face in her neck, then collapse on her chest; still inside, still trying to remember how breathing works.
Our bodies rise and fall together, sweaty, hearts hammering in sync.
She runs her fingers down my back and into my hair; her touch is soothing. I hold her like I never want to let go.
“That was…” I exhale, still catching my breath. “Amazing.”
“Yes. Yes, it was,” she says, her voice airy and wrecked in the best way.
We lie there, wrapped around each other in silence. A few minutes pass, the quietness not awkward, just… full.
“Want to shower?” she asks eventually.
I lift my head to meet her gaze. She looks peaceful and her eyes, damn those eyes, shine like she’s never looked at me this way before. I kiss her, meaning to make it quick, but she catches my face in both hands and kisses me again, fuller this time.
“Jonathan…” she starts, pulling back from our kiss, then trails off.
She doesn’t need to finish. This wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t casual and it sure as hell wasn’t a mistake. It was more. It is more.
“I know,” I whisper.
I press a kiss to the tip of her nose, then start to get up and offer her my hand. She takes it and I help her to her feet.
“Let’s go shower,” I say with a grin, already thinking about how hard it’ll be to keep my hands off her once the water’s on.
As we walk into the bathroom, I take her all in; completely naked, lit by the white glow of the bathroom light; she looks like a goddess.
She walks to the shower and leans in to turn it on, giving me a full view of her ass as she bends.
It’s like the universe is testing my self-control and failing.
I’m hard again just watching her. She turns around, catches the look in my eyes, then glances down and smirks.
“Round two?” she asks, one brow lifting like a challenge.
I think I might actually be in trouble with this woman.
I clap my hands together. “Hell yes.”
I immediately lift her and rush into the shower.
The hot water hits my back as I carry her in.
No preamble this time. I lift her against the wall, her slick skin warm in my hands and slide back inside her in one smooth penetration.
She gasps, clutches my shoulders and wraps her legs around me like we never stopped.
This time, I last longer. Long enough for her to come; twice.
I already know her body well enough to tell.
It’s like we’ve been doing this for years.
She kisses along my jaw, bites my earlobe, groans into my neck. Her fingers rake down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me further with every thrust. Her body is coiled around mine, like she never wants to let me go.
And when I finally can’t hold back, I let go with a grunt, my forehead pressing against the tiled wall as I spill into her. Just the kind of pleasure that knocks the wind out of you.
She kisses the side of my neck and whispers in my ear, “My sexy man.”
The heat that spreads through me has nothing to do with the hot water. It’s all her.
I lift my head from the wall and kiss her cheek. I’m still pushed in her, so I give one more deliberate thrust like punctuation. Like I’m telling her without words: I’m completely yours.
She pants and grips my arms. We’re both demolished in the best way.
I lower her legs to the floor and then she surprises me with a hug.
Not a flirty squeeze or a post-hookup lean.
A real hug. Full-bodied, arms-wrapped, chest-pressed kind of hug.
It knocks the air out of me in a sweet, surprising way.
I hug her back, lifting her off the floor for a second and then setting her down again.
She giggles, tilts her head back and asks, “Is this real?” Then she turns and starts washing her body, like we didn’t just cross a line we can’t uncross.
I’m still standing there, frozen, watching her like I’ve never seen a naked woman before. She notices.
“Hello?” she says, laughing as she tosses a bar of soap at my chest. “Earth to Jonathan.”
I catch it mid-air, grinning. “Sorry. I just… I can’t believe this is real either.”
I finally start soaping myself down, but I can’t stop stealing glances at her. If this is a dream, I’m not waking up. Some moments in life feel too important to let pass. This is one of them.
I step fully under the water, letting the soap and steam rinse away the haze of sex and sweat. Then I do something I can’t control even if I wanted to, I reach for her and spin her into me.
She startles and looks up at me with wide, questioning eyes.
“Abigail Jean,” I say, my voice rougher than I expect. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” My chest is lifting up and down like I’ve just run a mile. I mean it, every word and it terrifies me in the best way.
She stares at me for a second, blinking through the spray, her lashes wet. Her gaze drops to my mouth, like she’s checking to see if I genuinely said that out loud, then her eyes find mine again as her lips part.
“Jonathan,” she drawls, water splashing around us, “I’m falling in love with you too.”