Yes. I’m yours.
Exultant tears burn the behind my eyes. I fight to hold them back. My hips roll in waves and Jonah matches my pace. I kiss his jaw, neck, and shoulder, pushing him back against the hood. Bracing my hands on his brawny chest, I thrust harder, pressing down deep, reaching.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. I love watching when I’m inside you.”
I’m beyond words as pleasure coils in my belly. His thrusts become urgent and powerful, spurring on my frenzy. My body is overflowing with sensations, begging for release.
His eyes spark beneath heavy lids. “Let yourself go, baby.”
My body obeys his command. Tiny explosions fire from low in my belly and shoot up my spine. I grip his shoulders and throw my head back. He holds my hips steady as reverberations rock through my limbs.
Lost in the foggy aftershocks of my climax, our positions flip. I lie flat on my back on the hood of the car, and absorb the heat from where Jonah’s body was. My heels brace on the bumper, my knees fall open. I bring them back up, but lack the strength to keep them there.
Jonah leans down and drops a tender kiss on my lips. I kiss him back with lazy strokes of my tongue.
He straightens and grips my hips. Entranced, I watch the slashes of his muscles roll as he finds his release. He bites his lip, and I gasp at the blissful pinch of his fingers digging into my skin.
His pace quickens moments before he groans my name. Goose bumps race across the planes of his chest and ecstasy floods his face. He slows to a glide, sending delicious sensations to my belly. He falls forward, braces himself with his arms, and kisses me.
This kiss isn’t fast or deep, not a beginning to a desperate end. His lips are firm, molding against mine. We explore each other’s mouths in tender strokes. Patient and meaningful, expressing the love between us with every swipe and passing nip.
He breaks the kiss and looks at me. His eyebrows knit together and he looks over his shoulder.
“How many times has this song played?”
My face heats as I try to think of a way to get out of having to explain my song choice and the fact that it’s been on repeat.
Your iPod must be broken. I accidently hit a button. I don’t know why the same song keeps playing. Remember, I only own tapes. The list of excuses keeps growing. I settle on indifference. “I think it’s Beyonce.” I shrug.
His eyes narrow at me. Darn it! He sees right through me every time.
“Yes, I know who it is. I remember putting it on the iPod for you.” His eyes dart to the side as he listens to the words. He hits me with the deadly one-dimple smile. “I guess you like it?”
I nod and turn my face away. Avoiding his eyes will help the red coloring my cheeks to fade.
“I like this song. It . . .”
“It what?”
The softness in his voice tells me he’s well aware of why I like it. Why does he need to hear me say it?
I exhale a heavy breath and meet his eyes. “It reminds me of you. You’re my saving grace, Jonah. My angel.” I wiggle my arms between our bodies and cross them over my chest. “Happy?”
His teasing smile dissolves. His dimple is replaced by a slight tick in his jaw. He doesn’t look angry. More like, confused.
I feel stupid and exposed after my sappy comment. “Can we go inside now?” I hope to get that intense look off his face or at least get me out from under it.
He blinks and his expression softens. “It’s funny, this thing between us.” He flicks his finger back and forth from me to him. “Every concern or emotion we feel, it’s mutual.” He laughs in a short burst. “Here you’re thinking I’m saving you, when all this time it’s been you who saved me.”
My heart swells to the point that I’m choking on it. “Jonah—”
“I was cold. Dead on the inside from the time I heard about my dad’s accident. Never felt anything outside of kicking ass or a killer hit in the octagon. Fighting gave me my breath, but you brought me back to life.”
I whimper and cover my mouth.
“This whole time I thought I was living. But the day I met you, the lights came on. You fill me with things I thought I’d never feel again.” His hand tugs my at my wrist, freeing my gaping mouth. He kisses my lower lip. “You’re my angel, baby.”
With my world split in two, ultimate devastation runs parallel to blessed elation. And I’m stuck in between. My future uncertain, staring into the hazel eyes of everything I’ve ever dreamed about. And more. More than I deserve, but I’m taking it.
I’ll hold on with a grip so tight, that even if they take my body, they’ll never take Jonah from my heart.
Twenty-eight
Raven