“I’ve wanted to crawl onto your lap nightly,” I admitted.
“You have?” He swallowed. I nodded, tangling our fingers together as my hips worked against his length. His eyes dropped to my breasts, and I got the privilege of watching him lick his lips. Sweat glistened on his upper lip before I lost his gaze and his eyes shut fiercely. “What else?” The scratchiness in his voice made me wetter.
“I thought about your hands on my body,” I admitted. There was something about being on his lap, so close to him. I might have been on top, but there was no denying who was really in charge. I wanted to tell him every secret I had if he asked. My eyes drifted to his hands before carefully guiding one closer to my face. “Exploring me. Mapping out every line and curve.” He trembled under me. “Your hands are beautiful.”
“Kitty.”
“They are.” I brought his knuckles to my lips, carefully kissing each one without letting my eyes move from his. His body bucked up, and I gasped when his hardness pressed closer against my swollen and needy clit.
“Big.” I opened his hand, and he swallowed, his intense gaze dark and hungry.
“Capable.” I kissed the inside of his palm, swiping it with my tongue. “Manly.”
“Katarina.” He said my name perfectly. Rolling the ‘r’ like he’d practiced it a million times.
“I’d go home so wet, Jonas,” I admitted softly. “After pressing my body against yours, both of us reading.”
“You’re killing me, kitten.” His restraint was commendable.
“No one has ever distracted me from my reading time. Only you,” I kept sharing, exposing way too much and not giving a shit.
An animal-like sound rumbled through him, and it only fed the need to keep talking, sharing more of myself than I’d ever shared with a man.
“I’d go home and touch myself and—“ His hand left mine and cupped the back of my head and pulled me closer to him.
In the next beat, his mouth crashed against mine, and if the last kiss had been passionate, this was so much more. So much I doubted a word existed to describe it. Like a feral animal unleashed, Jonas’ crazy control had seemed to snap. One arm banded around my middle, pulling me close to his chest.
With a mind of their own, my hands started to paw at his suit jacket. He helped me get it off him before picking me up and flipping us. Before I knew which way was up, my back hit the couch, and he was kneeling on the ground.
“Look at you.” The clear appreciation in his voice made my hands move up to cup my breasts. A deeper sound emanated from him. My fingers pinched my nipples through the lacy sheer bra. The friction sent a shot of warmth between my legs, reminding me of just how empty and needy I felt.
“Jonas,” I moaned, staring at him through hooded eyes. He reminded me of a wild animal about to pounce on its prey.
“Open these legs for me, kitten,” he rasped. “Let me see what belongs to me.” His brusque tone made my skin break out into gooseflesh.
“Belongs?” I repeated. The word bounced in my head. If it were any other man, my palm would have slapped his face. I wasn’t property to be owned. But coming from Jonas, They made my heart and brain melt, and my legs opened like he’d asked me to.
“Belong,” he confirmed with a terse nod. “You, everything about you, from the top of your head”—he kissed my forehead and pulled back—“to the bottom of your pretty little feet is mine.” His hands grazed my ankle. “And everything in between.” His eyes dipped lower, and I knew there was no way he could miss the effect he had on me.
I was wet.
Dripping and needy for so much more.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “Look at you.” A wolfish little grin covered his face. “That pretty, wet spot for me, kitten?”
“Yes.” I loved his dirty talk and wasn’t ashamed to give back as good as I got.
I wanted him.
All over me. Inside of me. Losing myself at the hands of a man had always been something I’d pushed against.
Until Jonas.
His huge hands pushed my inner thighs open wider with such incredible gentleness a knot formed in my throat. I knew what was coming. I wasn’t stupid. But nothing could have prepared me for how good Jonas’ lips felt on my panty-clad pussy.
“Yes!” I hissed. The back of my head pressed deeper into the couch.
“Sweet,” he groaned. “Mmm, mine. All mine,” he growled, the vibrations making me wetter and hornier than I knew was even possible. He hooked his fingers over the gusset of the panties, and his tongue swiped between my sensitive bare folds.