couldn’t get enough.
He began to pepper tiny kisses along my top lip before reconnecting his mouth with mine again. I shivered though my temperature continued to rise. My hand moved to his hair, he hummed in satisfaction as my fingers ruffled through with each pass. I tried to press my body closer to his, but his hands on my hips kept me in place. I couldn’t breathe, yet I couldn’t pul away.
Jonah Quinn was addicting.
I was about to deepen the kiss when Jonah
retreated, placing a soft peck on my lips and one on my nose, before he lifted his head. He kept his hands on my hips, giving them a little squeeze.
I gulped, blinking and trying to restore my
equilibrium and heard his low, gravely chuckle.
“Forgive me now?”
I patted his face, smiling at his teasing. “That wasn’t fair, and you know it.”
“Duly noted. Do not kiss Miss Sampson.”
“That’s n-not what I said!” I stammered, panicking. He laughed, his amusement echoing off the wal s in the corridor. His arms banded around me as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I pretended to push him away. It just made him laugh more. A few seconds later I gave up protesting and wrapped my arms around his waist, under his open shirt. I could feel the toned sinews of his torso. Each time I stroked them they tensed.
We remained in the embrace, just listening to
each other breathe. When Jonah spoke against my skin I felt my nipples pebble, and I sighed.
“So, what do you think, El e? You gonna give me a second chance?” His false confidence was given away by the shudder of his torso.
“A second chance at what? We didn’t speak to
each other before my attack.”
“I want us to be friends. I want to see where it leads. I’m drawn to you.”
“Are you gonna walk out on me again?” I asked
into his chest, inhaling his exotic scent.
“We need to talk, but no El e, I won’t walk out on you again. I won’t mess this up.”
He began to kiss my neck, moving up until he
reached my ear, grazing his teeth back down to my shoulder. I wanted to remain like this, tucked away in our own pocket of solitude. There would be no hurt, no need to worry about the morning after. This wasn’t possible, however.
It wasn’t reality.
I swal owed, then started to pul away when he pushed his fingers into my hair. It loosened the pins that held some of it up. He combed his fingers through until the pins pinged across the floor, and my curls bounced around my shoulders.
“I like it down,” he uttered.
I smiled back at him, as he entwined his fingers in mine.
“Are you going to introduce me to your friends?”
I nodded, fol owing him as he opened the door. The noise of the smoke fil ed bar flooded the corridor. I didn’t know what this now meant, were we a couple?
Friends? Or had we simply decided that the night we’d spent together was al we’d ever have?
My self-doubt was blown apart as Jonah hugged
me close and breathed, “I’m reluctant to share you, but I think I’l cope for a short while.”
His arm tightened around my waist, as we walked up to J.J. and Eli. I didn’t know how I was going to introduce him or what to say to J.J., but I was going to enjoy the moment while this lasted.
This was a start. I refused to tarnish it with negative thoughts or doubts.
As it turned out J.J. and Eli were too busy copping a feel of each other to worry about what Jonah and I were up to. They had fol owed one another into the bathroom after a lengthy public display of affection. I had no doubt that they were up to no good when they failed to return a few minutes after excusing themselves.
“I think it’s time I went,” I sighed, placing my beer bottle on the high table.
“Not alone, you’re not.”
He placed his own bottle down and led me to the backdoor. After giving a short handshake to the doorman we stepped outside. The cold hit me instantly. My teeth began to chatter. I rubbed my biceps, wondering why the hel I hadn’t brought a jacket
He began to pepper tiny kisses along my top lip before reconnecting his mouth with mine again. I shivered though my temperature continued to rise. My hand moved to his hair, he hummed in satisfaction as my fingers ruffled through with each pass. I tried to press my body closer to his, but his hands on my hips kept me in place. I couldn’t breathe, yet I couldn’t pul away.
Jonah Quinn was addicting.
I was about to deepen the kiss when Jonah
retreated, placing a soft peck on my lips and one on my nose, before he lifted his head. He kept his hands on my hips, giving them a little squeeze.
I gulped, blinking and trying to restore my
equilibrium and heard his low, gravely chuckle.
“Forgive me now?”
I patted his face, smiling at his teasing. “That wasn’t fair, and you know it.”
“Duly noted. Do not kiss Miss Sampson.”
“That’s n-not what I said!” I stammered, panicking. He laughed, his amusement echoing off the wal s in the corridor. His arms banded around me as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I pretended to push him away. It just made him laugh more. A few seconds later I gave up protesting and wrapped my arms around his waist, under his open shirt. I could feel the toned sinews of his torso. Each time I stroked them they tensed.
We remained in the embrace, just listening to
each other breathe. When Jonah spoke against my skin I felt my nipples pebble, and I sighed.
“So, what do you think, El e? You gonna give me a second chance?” His false confidence was given away by the shudder of his torso.
“A second chance at what? We didn’t speak to
each other before my attack.”
“I want us to be friends. I want to see where it leads. I’m drawn to you.”
“Are you gonna walk out on me again?” I asked
into his chest, inhaling his exotic scent.
“We need to talk, but no El e, I won’t walk out on you again. I won’t mess this up.”
He began to kiss my neck, moving up until he
reached my ear, grazing his teeth back down to my shoulder. I wanted to remain like this, tucked away in our own pocket of solitude. There would be no hurt, no need to worry about the morning after. This wasn’t possible, however.
It wasn’t reality.
I swal owed, then started to pul away when he pushed his fingers into my hair. It loosened the pins that held some of it up. He combed his fingers through until the pins pinged across the floor, and my curls bounced around my shoulders.
“I like it down,” he uttered.
I smiled back at him, as he entwined his fingers in mine.
“Are you going to introduce me to your friends?”
I nodded, fol owing him as he opened the door. The noise of the smoke fil ed bar flooded the corridor. I didn’t know what this now meant, were we a couple?
Friends? Or had we simply decided that the night we’d spent together was al we’d ever have?
My self-doubt was blown apart as Jonah hugged
me close and breathed, “I’m reluctant to share you, but I think I’l cope for a short while.”
His arm tightened around my waist, as we walked up to J.J. and Eli. I didn’t know how I was going to introduce him or what to say to J.J., but I was going to enjoy the moment while this lasted.
This was a start. I refused to tarnish it with negative thoughts or doubts.
As it turned out J.J. and Eli were too busy copping a feel of each other to worry about what Jonah and I were up to. They had fol owed one another into the bathroom after a lengthy public display of affection. I had no doubt that they were up to no good when they failed to return a few minutes after excusing themselves.
“I think it’s time I went,” I sighed, placing my beer bottle on the high table.
“Not alone, you’re not.”
He placed his own bottle down and led me to the backdoor. After giving a short handshake to the doorman we stepped outside. The cold hit me instantly. My teeth began to chatter. I rubbed my biceps, wondering why the hel I hadn’t brought a jacket
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