“I gotta worry about all the assholes who’ll be sniffing around you all night. Pretty sure beating someone’s ass at this dinner in front of all the bigwigs would be frowned upon.”
He’s all dimples and beautiful white teeth as he looks from my eyes to my lips. My heart beats wildly and desire floods my veins. I lick my lips in anticipation and run my hands over his muscular chest, thumbing his nipples through his shirt. Feeling the sinewy ripples of his chest, I imagine his naked torso above me. Heat ignites my blood and flips my belly. I look up at him from under my eyelashes.
His smile fades and his eyebrows arch. “Again?”
It hasn’t even been a week since I lost my virginity to Jonah, but my appetite for him is insatiable. I can’t get enough, and from the frequency of our lovemaking, neither can he.
“Well, I guess if you don’t want to, I can just go back to working on the Impala,” I say teasingly.
I shift out of his hands and take a step backwards. He hauls me to his torso with a growl, his mouth at my ear.
“Oh, I want to. Seeing you out here, bent over this car, your sexy ass in those short shorts . . .” His words are lost as he possesses my mouth. He bites my lip and I moan against him. “That’s my girl.”
Bending down, he puts his big shoulder to my stomach and grabs me behind my knees. In one quick move, I’m thrown over his shoulder.
“Jonah!”
He smacks me on the bottom, and my mouth slams shut. I allow the sensations to penetrate my body.
Why does that feel so good?
*
Jonah
“It’s six twenty-five, babe. You about ready?” I call out to my bathroom door, the same bathroom door I’ve been talking to for over an hour.
Raven locked herself in there with her dress and a bag full of girl crap and hasn’t come out since. I’ve heard all manner of sounds coming from the other side, but still haven’t gotten even the slightest peek at my girl.
“Okay. One more second.” She’s been telling me one more second for the past fifteen minutes.
I turn toward my full-length mirror to straighten my tie. Slipping my finger beneath the collar, I give it a yank, hoping to give my neck some relief. Monkey suits and a heavyweight’s body do not mix. Even custom made, they feel like a glorified straight jacket. I lift my arms and bring them to cross at my chest. The fabric stretches to its limit making me claustrophobic. I can’t wait to get this night over with.
The sound of something hitting the bathroom floor gets my attention.
“Shoot! I’m okay!”
I press my ear to the door. “You sure?”
“Yes, I just . . . um, these shoes are really high and your tile is slippery.”
It’s not right, but the thought of Raven, as hot and graceful as she is, sliding around off balance in the bathroom, makes me laugh.
“Are you ready? I’m coming out,” she says, a nervous tremor in her voice.
There’s a click from the lock, and I step back. The door slowly opens and the bright light from the bathroom bathes Raven’s silhouette in an ethereal glow.
Holy shit. My jaw drops and I stare in awe.
She’s dressed in a light purple, floor-length gown that has a slit all the way up the side. Standing with one leg slightly cocked, her entire upper thigh is exposed. My gaze follows the line of her tan leg to the sexiest pair of strappy silver stilettos. The dress is hot, but my mind imagines her in nothing but those shoes. I open my mouth to tell her how beautiful she looks, but the sight of her breasts robs me of the words—their full swells pushed up in offering, begging for my lips. My mouth goes dry.
“Do I look okay?” She runs her palms down the front of her dress self-consciously. Typical Raven. An absolute knockout and she has no idea.
“Baby, you’re a vision. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life.”
Her eyes look down the length of her body then lock on mine. “Thank you.” She takes a step towards me then freezes mid-step. “Oh, you haven’t seen the back yet.”
The back? There’s no way the back could be better than what I’m looking at right now.
Her eyes sparkle and she gives me a mischievous grin. Slowly, she turns and my breath catches in my throat.
There is no back.
The birds in her tattoo fly in formation from her hip to her shoulder for all to see. Her hair is tied up loosely in an elegant, messy mass of shiny dark locks, giving me an unobstructed view. My eyes travel the expanse to the two dimples visible above her perfect ass. I reach down to adjust myself in my pants. Suddenly my collar isn’t the only thing that’s tight.
Placing her hand on her cocked hip, she looks over her shoulder. “You like?”