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)
At this, he groaned and pressed his forehead to mine. “God, don’t—” His eyes fell to the earrings, and his breath caught, his voice full of wonder. “You’re wearing them.”
“Yes.”
Another exhalation. “They’re stunning on you.” A pause as he admired them, his fingers lifting to caress my earlobe. “I knew they would be from the moment I saw them in the store.”
My skin warmed from the inside out to know he really had selected them himself rather than tasking Therese with picking something out for me. “Thank you.”
A heavy silence fell. “Are you absolutely certain you want this? Because I’d rather punch myself in the face than take advantage of you.”
“I’m certain. I can’t deny myself what I want anymore, and I want you, Jonathan. The draw I feel, it’s like a magnetic pull. It would be cruel to both of us not to explore it.”
“You feel it, too,” he whispered as though in awe, and then his lips were back on mine. This time, he was the one kissing me like his life depended on it, and I’d never felt so completely consumed. We fell back onto the bed, pawing at each other’s clothes until I wore only my pale pink underwear and he was naked from the waist up.
Jonathan began to move down my body, but I gripped his shoulder and shook my head. “I can’t wait for you.” The urgency to have him inside me was almost maddening. He seemed to understand my meaning because he smiled sinfully and brought his mouth back to mine. He kissed me deeply then pulled away to reach over and open the drawer. “Told you we’d need these,” he said with satisfaction.
“Don’t be smug,” I replied, tugging at his pants, and he chuckled low as he tossed the condom to the side and bent to kiss me again.
“Sorry, baby,” he murmured and palmed my thigh. He lifted it, wrapping it around his hip before he pressed in and let me feel how much he wanted me. “Fuck, I need you,” he groaned.
Jonathan looked his fill while I tugged off my knickers and buried my face in his neck, planting kisses. His erection was outlined against the seam of his trousers. Jonathan finished removing them, and then we were skin to skin. Sliding his arm around my waist, he lifted me until my head met the pillows. Kneeling on the bed, he ran his hand along the outside of my injured leg, his fingers skimming my scars, and emotion clogged my throat.
The truth was that despite me begging him to fuck me, I knew being with Jonathan would be so much more than that. I felt too much for him, had been wanting him for weeks while denying myself, and I feared I might not be equipped to handle being with him like this.
Still knelt before me, his hand went to his thick shaft as he palmed it and stroked up and down. He took all of me in, even my scars, his expression hot with desire as he touched himself. He was stunningly handsome, and I almost couldn’t believe I had a man like him in my bed, looking at me how he was. Such reverent desire in his gaze. Not only that, but he also touched and gazed at my scars like they were beautiful, a work of art upon my skin.
“Put your hands on me,” I begged.
Jonathan continued stroking himself while his other hand trailed up my inner thigh, and I gasped when his fingers met my sex then slipped inside me. His eyes blazed as he slowly pumped in and out. “So wet,” he growled.
My hands went to his wrist. “Jonathan,” I breathed. “I need you now.”
“Fuck.” His hand left me as he tore open the condom and quickly slid it on. There was something very sexy about how fast he did it, like he couldn’t wait a single second more. Moments later, his lips were on mine as he settled between my thighs, palming my breasts while his cock nudged at my entrance. I moaned and gripped his shoulders before moving my hands down over his muscled back. A huff of breath left him when he pushed in until he was seated fully. Sensation threatened to overwhelm me as I broke our kiss to suck in air.
“Christ, you’re perfect,” Jonathan grunted. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this. The first day you walked into my office, I couldn’t stand how beautiful you were, how much I wanted you even then.”
His words filtered past my ears. I was too lost in sensation to fully comprehend them.
He fucked me slow at first, as though savouring. It was almost maddening how he worked me, like he knew exactly how to make me crave him.
“Faster,” I pleaded. His gaze darkened as his thrusts sped up. I cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders. Pleasure scattered throughout my entire body, encapsulating me as I closed my eyes. Jonathan palmed my cheek. “You’re incredible.”