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deal.” I replied with definitive resolution to repaying Cameron generously when he returned. “Goodnight Cameron.”
“Night gorgeous,” he returned in a low voice. “Missing you Matthews,” he added.
“Missing you too,” I said honestly as I hung up and ended the call.
Now I was even more confused than previously. For months I had been getting vibes and signals from Cameron that indicated he saw more to our friendship than I did. I mean, shit, the man was hot. At six feet four inches of solid muscle, with a shock of dark curly hair and rich dark eyes, he was never without female interest. His warm personality and genuine, caring nature was a real draw and attributes that even I couldn’t deny were attractive. He radiated quiet control and fierce protectiveness, traits most women wished their man to possess. Whenever he was around he made me feel safe, eased my vulnerabilities and amused me with his easy charm and high spirit. I shook my head and began vigorously combing my hair as unwelcome thoughts of how deeply I had come to feel for Cameron and how important an entity he had made himself in my life, gripped me. Lying only a few feet away was the man of my dreams, the man who had my love and who turned me on with just one look. The man my body craved and my heart beat for. To have any thoughts pertaining to another was a mind fuck I didn’t need or want. God, when the hell did my life go from controlled, calm and emotionless to vibrant, out of control and confusing? Jesus Ava, I cursed at myself, you seriously need to get a grip. With my self-chastisement ringing in my head, I resolved myself to dealing with the emotional minefield I was walking head on into, later…hopefully much later.
Dropping the comb onto the worktop and slipping into the white silk robe that hung on the back of the room door, I took one last look at myself in the mirror. Determination shone brightly in my green eyes, an unwavering determination that until recently had been a foreign notion to me. In order to move forward, build on what we had and seal our future, Jonah needed to open up and offer explanations that he had been putting off since turning up on the beach yesterday morning. No more excuses or running from reality. Today was the day I embraced the changes befalling me at an alarmingly quick rate and did the one thing I had always been incapable of doing. Today it was time to stand and face the truth and whatever pain that may bring. For if we didn’t we had no future. And a future without Jonah Jacobson in it was not one I wanted to face unless absolutely forced to.
Chapter Six
Piercing bright sunlight poured through the thinly lined curtains in the bedroom, bathing Jonah’s naked form in rays of yellows and oranges that blended with the honey coloured tinge to his tanned skin. Laid on his front with both hands tucked beneath his pillow, the soft hum of his breathing was the only sound to be heard in the room. Even when asleep, the pull he had on my body was alive and pulsating. Hunger stirred within me as my eyes glided across the embodiment of power, control and masculine perfection sleeping peacefully between the silk sheets that were still warm from our lovemaking. From his unruly dark hair, broad, sculptured shoulders and taught muscular back, to the perfect swell of his ass and heavily muscled thighs, there was no mistaking Jonah’s breath taking beauty and the effect it never failed to have on me. He was built to fuck, born to pleasure and wired to do both at will. Crossing my legs, the bite of pain from my swollen sex was proof of his virility and blessed sexual prowess. I loved the soreness, the reminder of how good he felt when sheathed inside me. After fucking Jonah, the reminder remained for days. Even after showering, his scent still clung to my skin; the feel of his lips on my breasts and at my throat remained embedded in my flesh. A night with Jonah was not one to be taken lightly and one not to be
“Night gorgeous,” he returned in a low voice. “Missing you Matthews,” he added.
“Missing you too,” I said honestly as I hung up and ended the call.
Now I was even more confused than previously. For months I had been getting vibes and signals from Cameron that indicated he saw more to our friendship than I did. I mean, shit, the man was hot. At six feet four inches of solid muscle, with a shock of dark curly hair and rich dark eyes, he was never without female interest. His warm personality and genuine, caring nature was a real draw and attributes that even I couldn’t deny were attractive. He radiated quiet control and fierce protectiveness, traits most women wished their man to possess. Whenever he was around he made me feel safe, eased my vulnerabilities and amused me with his easy charm and high spirit. I shook my head and began vigorously combing my hair as unwelcome thoughts of how deeply I had come to feel for Cameron and how important an entity he had made himself in my life, gripped me. Lying only a few feet away was the man of my dreams, the man who had my love and who turned me on with just one look. The man my body craved and my heart beat for. To have any thoughts pertaining to another was a mind fuck I didn’t need or want. God, when the hell did my life go from controlled, calm and emotionless to vibrant, out of control and confusing? Jesus Ava, I cursed at myself, you seriously need to get a grip. With my self-chastisement ringing in my head, I resolved myself to dealing with the emotional minefield I was walking head on into, later…hopefully much later.
Dropping the comb onto the worktop and slipping into the white silk robe that hung on the back of the room door, I took one last look at myself in the mirror. Determination shone brightly in my green eyes, an unwavering determination that until recently had been a foreign notion to me. In order to move forward, build on what we had and seal our future, Jonah needed to open up and offer explanations that he had been putting off since turning up on the beach yesterday morning. No more excuses or running from reality. Today was the day I embraced the changes befalling me at an alarmingly quick rate and did the one thing I had always been incapable of doing. Today it was time to stand and face the truth and whatever pain that may bring. For if we didn’t we had no future. And a future without Jonah Jacobson in it was not one I wanted to face unless absolutely forced to.
Chapter Six
Piercing bright sunlight poured through the thinly lined curtains in the bedroom, bathing Jonah’s naked form in rays of yellows and oranges that blended with the honey coloured tinge to his tanned skin. Laid on his front with both hands tucked beneath his pillow, the soft hum of his breathing was the only sound to be heard in the room. Even when asleep, the pull he had on my body was alive and pulsating. Hunger stirred within me as my eyes glided across the embodiment of power, control and masculine perfection sleeping peacefully between the silk sheets that were still warm from our lovemaking. From his unruly dark hair, broad, sculptured shoulders and taught muscular back, to the perfect swell of his ass and heavily muscled thighs, there was no mistaking Jonah’s breath taking beauty and the effect it never failed to have on me. He was built to fuck, born to pleasure and wired to do both at will. Crossing my legs, the bite of pain from my swollen sex was proof of his virility and blessed sexual prowess. I loved the soreness, the reminder of how good he felt when sheathed inside me. After fucking Jonah, the reminder remained for days. Even after showering, his scent still clung to my skin; the feel of his lips on my breasts and at my throat remained embedded in my flesh. A night with Jonah was not one to be taken lightly and one not to be
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