She tried to talk, but all that came out of her mouth was a low moan. Jonah flexed his hips, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting forward again. He set a fast, hard rhythm, pushing both of them to their limits.
His sac brushed against her with each inward stroke, bumping against her clit. The brief caress was maddening. She swung her behind, matching him thrust for thrust.
“Jonah,” she gasped. Her nails curled, digging into the wall. She needed more.
He dropped one of his hands low on her pelvis, his middle finger finding her swollen clit. His other hand curled over one of her breasts, surrounding it and holding it secure.
His thrusts got deeper and harder. He lifted her off her feet with each one.
Amanda could feel her inner muscles pulsing. Her body tensed and coiled. His hips hammered hard as his finger brushed her clit. Tilting back her head, she screamed.
“Jonah!”
Every muscle in her body convulsed as damp heat exploded from her core. Jonah yelled and gave one final thrust. His shaft rippled as her vaginal muscles gripped him tight.
Amanda moaned as his finger pressed against her clit, pushing her into another round of spasms. When it was over, she leaned her forehead against the wall. Jonah grunted as he eased out of her body. She tried to straighten up, but it wasn’t easy. Her legs felt like jelly.
“Just a second.” Jonah tugged her panties and jeans up around her hips and then picked her up. He staggered once and then righted himself.
“What about our clothes?” She looked over his shoulder. Their shirts were still on the floor. Jonah had hitched his jeans around his hips, but she could feel the brush of his semi-erect cock against her side.
“Later,” he answered as he carried her up the stairs. From the look in his eyes, Amanda knew it would be much later.
Chapter Twelve
Amanda was just putting the last dish in the tray to drain when Jonah’s phone rang.
He tossed aside the dishtowel he’d been using and plucked the phone out of his pocket, glancing at the call display before answering. “Hey.”
He walked toward the window in the eating area as he listened to the caller. Amanda pulled the plug on the sink and let the dishwater flow down the drain. After rinsing the sink, she picked up the dishtowel Jonah had been using and began to finish drying the last of their breakfast dishes.
“Elizabeth, honey, slow down. What did Jim say?” Jonah raked his hand through his hair as he turned around and began to pace. “He’s not coming over, is he?” He glanced her way and then turned his attention back to his sister. “I’ll be there as quickly as I can.
No, I’ll be there before he gets there. Just don’t let him in until I’m there.” He listened for another few seconds. “Okay, I’m on my way.”
He closed his phone and turned to her. “That was Elizabeth.”
“I guessed as much.” Hanging up the dishtowel, she went to him. “Problem?” She wasn’t certain if she should even ask, Jonah hadn’t shared much about his life. She’d told him about her past, giving him plenty of opportunity to talk to her about his. He’d listened attentively to her, asked questions and seemed genuinely interested, but he’d never shared with her. Sure, she knew he used to be in the military and came home when his father died. She knew he ran his own business, was loyal and loved his sister and niece. Other than that, she knew nothing about his past.
If they were engaged in a long-term or permanent relationship, that would have been a problem. But they were having an affair. He didn’t owe her any explanations. She ignored the fact that her breakfast suddenly felt like a lead weight in her stomach.
“I’ve got to leave. Jim told Elizabeth he was coming over this morning. Seems he’s decided that she has something that belongs to him.”
“I thought their divorce was final.”
“It is, but he likes to make trouble.”
Amanda wasn’t quite certain how to react to that statement. Whatever the relationship between Elizabeth and her ex-husband, it was none of her business. “Of course you have to go if she needs you.”
“You keep the doors locked while I’m gone. Or better yet, you can come with me.”
She seriously thought about going with him, but really didn’t think his sister would appreciate Jonah dragging a virtual stranger into the midst of her problems with her ex-husband. “No, you go on. I’ll be fine.”
Jonah tugged her into his arms. “I wouldn’t leave you if it wasn’t important.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t know.” He released her and took a deep breath. She could almost see him debating with himself. Finally, he came to a conclusion. “He abused her.”
“What?”
“He mentally abused her and it turned physical near the end. Not many people know that. She didn’t have any proof that would have stood up in court, but the threat of exposure got her a quick divorce.”
Amanda could hardly reconcile the smooth realtor who’d sold her the house with the image of an abusive husband. But then again, she was smart enough to know that abusers came in all forms. “You have to go.” She couldn’t imagine how frightening it would be for Elizabeth to face her ex alone. No wonder the woman was adamant about getting rid of almost all their books. She didn’t need the reminders of him in her new home.
“I’ll be as quick as I can, but I have to wait until he’s come and gone.”
“Of course you do.” She gave him a shove toward the door. “Go. Elizabeth is waiting for you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” Jonah needed to be with his sister. Amanda didn’t want to be in the center of what was bound to be an unpleasant situation. Besides, she had work to take care of and chores to do. She mulled over her to-do list and came to a quick decision.
“Actually, I’m going to leave with you. I need to pick up some things at the grocery store.” Jonah paused halfway down the hallway, but she slid around him and kept going.
“I’ll just run upstairs and get my purse.”
“Amanda.” She ignored him and ran up the stairs. Grabbing her purse and sweater, she bound down the stairs again. He was waiting, his jacket already on, keys in his hand.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he protested as she went out the door in front of him.
“It’s a perfect idea. By the time I finish running errands and get home, you’ll probably already be back.” She hurried down the front walkway to her car. “Besides, I can’t stop living just because someone is harassing me.”
Jonah held her door as she slid into the driver’s seat. “It’s more than simple harassment.” His gaze went to the woods surrounding her home. “Promise me you’ll leave the groceries in the car until I get back.”
“Sure. I don’t mind leaving that chore for you,” she teased. “I’ll just take the couple bags of perishables in with me and leave the rest for you.” When he hesitated, she added,
“I have my cell phone and your sister needs you.”
He leaned down and planted a hard kiss on her lips. “Be careful.” He closed her door with a solid thunk and then strode to his truck. She backed out of the driveway and followed his truck down the road.
An hour later, Amanda let herself into her house. She struggled with the four bags of perishables she had in her arms. She’d bought more than she’d anticipated, but then Jonah had a large appetite. And not just for food. That thought brought a smile to her lips.
Humming, she locked the door and hurried to the kitchen, dropping the grocery sacks on the counter. It didn’t take her long to unpack the milk, fruit and meat and store them in the refrigerator. The rest of the groceries would be fine in her trunk until Jonah got back.