Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
He pressed a longing kiss to my mouth then climbed off the bed. When he reached the door, he turned back, eyes holding mine. “Don’t start overthinking, okay?”
He was gone before I could respond, but it was too late, because I was already starting to think. With his distracting mouth off my body, my pesky rational brain started to pipe up, my arousal quieting and no longer drowning it out. By the time Jonathan returned, pulling several condoms from his pocket and scattering them across the bed like horny confetti, I started to have reservations. He climbed back between my legs while my second thoughts took over. Jonathan returned to kissing me, but he sensed my hesitation because he pulled back.
“Ah,” he sighed, a handsome frown shaping his lips. “I thought I told you not to do that.”
“Do what?” I breathed.
“Overthink,” he answered.
My features crinkled in apology. I hated myself for changing my mind—seriously, I was the worst—but I just couldn’t get past my fears, the worry that sex would ruin everything. Jonathan had already displayed several signs of possessiveness, which meant if things didn’t work out, we wouldn’t be able to go back to being friends. Hell, I feared I’d already messed everything up by letting him go down on me. How would I ever get the sexy vision of him out of my head now? Oh, what a disaster.
“I had a moment of madness,” I blurted at last. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Jonathan’s expression hardened as he gently cupped my jaw. “You should always kiss me, Ada.” He fell silent, his eyes searching mine before he blew out a breath. “But I understand.” He drew away, and I missed his touch. “We all have moments of madness.” A pause as he continued to gaze at me. “I’m the lucky bastard who was on the receiving end of one of yours.”
“Oh God,” I groaned, throwing a hand over my face. “I feel like I just used you. I’m an awful person.”
His low, masculine chuckle had some of my guilt dissolving as he pulled me to his chest in a hug. “Don’t do that. I wasn’t used. Let’s not pretend I didn’t enjoy every second going down on you.”
A fiery flush claimed my entire body at the memory of him gazing up at me from below, his mouth doing sinful things.
I bit my lip. “Do you still want to have dinner?”
From my position smashed against his chest, I saw the corners of his eyes crinkle in a smile. “Of course. I’ve worked up an appetite, haven’t I?”
Of its own accord, my gaze lowered to his crotch. He was still rock hard, his perfect erection outlined through the thin pants. I swallowed thickly, searching for the willpower to resist falling to my knees and taking said perfect erection into my mouth to return the favour.
“Are you, um—”
“I’m fine. It’ll go down in a minute,” Jonathan said roughly as he released me from his embrace. “Though you should probably put some clothes on.” His smile turned teasing. “Otherwise, it could take a while.”
Suddenly shy, I fixed my robe to cover my nakedness and, with shaking hands, began collecting the condoms he’d scattered across the bed.
He sat there, silently watching me, and when I held out the collection of shiny foil packets, his lips curved in amusement. “Why don’t you keep them?” A weighty pause. “Just in case you have another moment of madness in my presence.”
He looked entirely too sure of himself. I narrowed my gaze. “That won’t happen.”
“Are you certain? Better to be safe than sorry.”
Pressing my lips together, I dumped them in his lap. “I think I’ll be fine,” I said before going into the walk-in wardrobe to find something to wear. Preferably a nun’s habit or one of those shapeless adult onesies. His chuckle followed me, and I pressed my back against the wall, sucking in a deep breath. I couldn’t believe we’d almost had sex, couldn’t believe I’d let him go down on me. I’d obviously lost control of my senses.
When I came back out dressed in a baggy hoodie and leggings, Jonathan and his condoms were gone. I opened my drawer to search for a hair tie and discovered he’d deposited the condoms into the drawer. Oh, that little …
It bothered me how he was so sure we’d find ourselves on the verge of fucking again. Then I thought of how much I still wanted him, not to mention how brittle my self-restraint had become, and sighed. He was probably right to leave them.
Walking out into the kitchen, I found Jonathan sitting at the dining table, a steaming bowl of tomato soup in front of him and another waiting for me. He’d buttered several slices of crusty bread and put together a plate with a selection of cured meats, cheese and raw vegetables that he must’ve brought from his apartment because I definitely didn’t remember having anything like that in my fridge. I took the seat across from him, not mentioning that I’d found the condoms in the drawer. It was best not to discuss anything sexual; otherwise, we might abandon our dinner again. I picked up a slice of bread and dipped it into the soup.