Amanda’s fingers curled around his shoulders and she tugged on his shirt, a stark reminder that they were both still wearing way too much clothing. He pulled away and stared down at her. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back as she panted.
Jonah reached for the button on her jeans. When it was undone, he tugged the zipper down. A pair of panties came into view. They matched her bra right down to the touch of lace. Sliding his hands inside her jeans, he shoved downward until the fabric bunched around her knees. “Sit on the side of the bed.”
When she was seated, he knelt in front of her and tugged off her sneakers and socks.
Her jeans followed. When she was wearing nothing but her underwear, he sat back and looked at her. “Take down your hair.” He wanted to see her wild curls tumbling around her shoulders.
She cocked an eyebrow at him and gave him a sassy grin. “I will if you’ll take off some of that clothing you’re wearing.”
His shirt was off before she’d barely finished speaking. She laughed as he began to unlace his work boots. By the time he had his boots and socks off, she’d removed the tie from her hair. She shook her head and her red curls flew in all directions. She looked like some kind of woodland sprite straight out of a fairy tale.
Unable to help himself, he fisted his hands in the springy stuff, leaned down and kissed her. This time, he didn’t hold back. He plunged his tongue inside, tasting her sweetness and warmth. He also tasted lemon and honey and almost smiled. It was a combination of flavors he would forever associate with Amanda.
Her tongue tangled with his, her hand coming up to cup the back of his neck. He didn’t want to stop kissing her, but the angle was awkward. Breaking away, he lifted her and lightly tossed her into the center of the mattress, coming down beside her.
She gave a squeak of surprise, which quickly turned to a moan when he kissed her again. Her arms went around him, her hands clutching at the hard muscles that ran up and down his back.
Tongues dueled and breath mingled as he slanted his mouth over hers again and again. God, he loved the taste of her. Her flesh would be just as sweet.
He left a trail of wet, openmouthed kisses on her cheek and down her neck, careful not to press hard on her bruises. The closure for the bra was in the front and he flicked it open with one hand, giving a deep hum of pleasure when the fabric pulled back to reveal the soft mounds of her breasts. She’d described herself to him when they’d had phone sex, but that was nothing compared to the reality of seeing her in the flesh.
Her breasts were firm and filled his palms perfectly. Her nipples were puckered into tight nubs that were dark pink, almost red. Like ripe berries, they tempted him to taste. So he did.
He laved his tongue across one nipple and then did the same with the other.
“Perfect,” he whispered, then blew on the damp bud.
Amanda cried out, her hips arching upward. He threw his thigh over hers, trapping them, holding her still while he sucked and lapped at her breasts.
He stroked his hand over her stomach, feeling the muscles contract beneath his palm.
Her hands weren’t still either. They touched his shoulders, his chest, his head—wherever she could reach him. His cock ached, throbbing harder with each passing second. His jeans were too confining for him to stand it any longer.
Rolling off her, he stood. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the two condoms he’d stashed there when he went home to change this morning. He hadn’t planned on making love to her so quickly, but he’d figured it was better to be safe than sorry. And man, was he glad he’d listened to his instincts. Once again, they hadn’t led him astray.
Aware of her watching his every move, Jonah shucked his jeans, taking his underwear with them. Naked, he stood and let her look her fill. She swallowed hard and her eyes widened as they traced a path from his head to his thighs and back again. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes strayed to his groin again. His erection grew even bigger under her perusal.
She was everything he’d imagined and more. Her curly hair flowed over the pillow and spilled down her shoulders. One curl rested just above her breast, the tip teasing her swollen nipple. Her skin was creamy and soft to the touch. Her breasts were full and her waist curved inward before flowing outward again to her ample hips. He loved her shape.
She was all woman.
Her panties still covered her mound, but he could see the dark reddish thatch of hair beneath. Planting one knee on the bed, he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband.
Never taking his gaze from her, he pulled the silky garment off her one slow inch at a time.
Amanda could barely catch her breath as Jonah eased her panties from her. He sucked in a breath as her pubic hair came into view and then gave a low growl of pleasure as the rest of her was exposed.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” He tugged her panties over her feet and tossed them aside.
He stroked his fingers over the inside of her legs from her knees all the way to her upper thighs. “Open for me.”
His voice was so deep, so beguiling, she didn’t even think of denying him. She parted her legs, feeling vulnerable, yet aroused and sensual.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed. He hovered over her, his wide shoulders blocking out everything else in the room. She stared up at him, enthralled by the look of hunger in his eyes.
He was the beautiful one, not her. She’d never seen a man who looked as elemental, or who seemed to be as comfortable with his body and sexuality as Jonah. Muscles rippled as he propped himself up on his arms and gazed down at her. His chest was wide, his waist narrow. There didn’t seem to be one spare ounce of flesh on the man. He was sculpted muscle from head to toe.
Then there was his obvious erection. His shaft was long and thick and hard. The bulbous head was darker than the rest of him, the crown damp with fluid. As she watched, a pearly bead of liquid seeped from the tip. The lightly furred sac between his legs hung low and heavy.
Cream seeped from her core and trickled down her leg. “I want to taste you. Touch you.” She reached out her hand, but he grabbed it in his.
“Not this time, sugar.” Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed it before releasing it.
“Your throat is still sore and I’m on a hair-trigger here.”
“Next time.” She could let it go for now, knowing she’d get her turn another time.
“Absolutely.” Jonah settled between her legs, his shoulders pushing her thighs even wider. “I knew your hair down here would be red.”
Amanda felt her cheeks getting warm with embarrassment as he spread her wide with his thumbs and studied her. No man had ever taken the time to look at her like this.
Yes, she’d had sex before, but in the dark with the covers pulled up. And she’d never had oral sex before. Not that she hadn’t wanted to, but neither of the men she’d had sexual relationships with had been interested. Jonah, on the other hand, was a sensualist. It seemed as though he wanted to see and touch and taste every inch of her.
Heat rushed through her veins, and this time it wasn’t due to embarrassment. No, Jonah brought out another side of her, a side she hadn’t thought existed. He made her feel sexual and sensual and she wanted to revel in it, not miss a single moment of the entire experience.
“So soft.” He stroked his fingers over her slick folds, up one side and down the other.
“So wet.” The pad of his thumb brushed her clit and she almost came off the bed. Sweet sensations rocked through her, making her moan.
Jonah peered up at her and smiled. “So damn responsive.”
Amanda didn’t know what to say. She’d never responded so quickly and easily before. This man certainly knew how to flip her switch. Her entire body was humming with desire. She arched her hips upward, wanting him to touch her again.