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of his chest. It mirrored my own. Could he be as nervous as I was?
    I swal owed thickly, trying to think of something to say to him, but came up blank. I could hear the blood thundering through my veins as anxiety dominated my system. I licked my lips, tasting the sticky sweetness of my gloss, and tried to scrape the product from my tongue with my teeth.
    Jonah gave a smal smile, raising a brow in
    question. “Are you okay?”
    I caught myself, only then realizing how strange I must look.
    “Sorry.”
    He tightened his hold on me, as his free hand
    came up and he cupped my chin with his fingers. I bit back a sigh at his touch and eyed him with caution.
    “I should be the one saying that,” he muttered.
    “Why aren’t you? Why have I had to come to you before you’l talk to me?” I asked bluntly, anger boiling through my veins.
    “I am sorry for the way I treated you that night, El e. I never...”
    “I know you didn’t intend to make love to me on the couch, but you did – we did. Then you left me! I had no idea what I’d done wrong, Jonah.”
    “You did nothing wrong,” he confirmed, stroking my chin with his thumb. “I got...Shit! El e, I got scared. I wasn’t joking when I said I wasn’t a people person. I find relationships... difficult. I’m disgusted at myself, but when I woke up with you next to me, I panicked. That’s the only excuse I have.”
    I glared at him.
    “That’s lame, and to be honest, it hurt.”
    He rested his back against the door, bringing me with him. I stood between his opened legs, my hand flat against the slightly damp skin of his chest. I could feel the hard pounding of his heart; he was affected by me as much as I was by him.
    “I’l apologize again, if that wil work.”
    The side of his mouth lifted in a teasing smile, because no matter what kind of fight I was verbalizing my body was tel ing him something else. Something I couldn’t deny.
    I slapped his chest, feigning a pout, only to have him lean forward and place a smal , lingering kiss on my forehead.
    “I’m hard work; trust isn’t an easy emotion for me. I need a lot of time. Can we have a do over?”
    I snorted, rol ing my eyes. “We can’t exactly go back to the morning after the night before, can we?”
    Jonah wiggled his brows playful y, eliciting a giggle from me. He was cute when his guard was down.
    “Sure we could. Just means we have to have a
    night before...”
    He let the statement linger between us, leaving any decision up to me.
    “I’m not a toy. You can’t pick me up whenever you have a need to fulfil your urges.”
    “I know that, and that’s not what this about. I never intended to sleep with you. I don’t do that, but I got carried away. I like you, El e. Forgive me?”
    The way he crooned forgive me sent waves of arousal shooting in one direction. Southbound. Any back bone I had when it came to him, evaporated.
    I carried on pouting at him, trying to show him I wasn’t swayed. He lowered his head, pressing his lips against mine. I gasped; Jonah catching it as he opened his lips further.
    We fit delectably together.
    The voice in my head said no, told me to protest, but my whole body was crying out for him. Jonah tilted his head to the left and leaned into me, his hips connecting with my stomach. He brought his hands to my hips, his thumbs rubbing my hip bones through my skinny jeans, causing my stomach to contract with desire. I lifted my hands up to his shoulders, steadying myself against the onslaught of his kiss. Sparks flew from his touch, causing the hair on my arms to stand on end.
    My heart was about to leap out of my chest; the more his lips caressed mine, the harder it beat. It wasn’t chaste. His demand was clear. He opened his mouth deepening the kiss, then sucked on my lower lip. I moaned, clutching at his shirt. As his teeth grazed the inside of my bottom lip, his tongue stroked the area in an effort to soothe it. My mouth was in the midst of an erotic assault, and I