Her breasts swayed as she continued her rhythm. Jonah plucked at her nipples, teasing them with his fingers. They were intimately joined, but she wanted to be closer to him.
Lowering herself, she sighed as her stomach touched his and her breasts pillowed against his chest. “I need to feel your skin against mine.”
He banded his arms around her and rolled them so they were both on their sides, facing one another. Lifting her leg, he pulled it over his thigh and began to rock his hips against her. Amanda began to undulate her hips, matching his stroke.
He caressed her shoulders before settling his hands on her ass. She pushed his hair away from his face, loving the feel of the heavy black silk as it slid through her fingers.
Letting her hands fall to his shoulders, she savored the warmth of his skin and the strength that rippled beneath it.
She gasped when Jonah slipped one of his hands lower, letting his thumb brush the puckered entrance of her behind before moving on to touch her slick folds.
All sense of urgency was gone, yet every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation. Her toes curled and her scalp tingled. She felt every hard slide of his body as his cock slipped in and out. Their bodies were slick with perspiration. Both of them were breathing hard, their chests rising and falling rapidly.
Jonah murmured her name and she heard the longing in his voice. She leaned up and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He tightened his hold on her and began to thrust harder—short, shallow thrusts that made her moan.
He angled her hips and his pelvic bone brushed her clit with each stroke. She buried her face in his neck, crying out his name.
Her entire body shook and shuddered. She felt the hard pulse of his cock deep inside her, but still he continued to thrust. The orgasm rolled over her in long, slow waves.
Closing her eyes, she clung to him and savored each sweet sensation.
When she finally roused herself a while later, she had no idea how much time had passed. She moaned when Jonah lowered her leg and gently slid his semi-erect cock from her. The sensitive muscles protested and contracted, trying to keep him inside.
“I’ll be back.” Jonah rolled from the bed. She heard his footsteps as he padded to the bathroom. She must have dozed, because it seemed as though he’d just left when he was crawling back in bed beside her.
She snuggled her head against his chest and sighed with satisfaction when he pulled her thigh over his. The steady beat of his heart lulled her. Smiling, she laid her hand over his chest and fell asleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Amanda rolled over in bed and frowned when she discovered nothing but cool sheets. Forcing her eyes open, she blinked. Sunshine filled the room, illuminating what she’d already suspected. Jonah was gone.
She glanced at the clock radio and gasped when she saw the time. It was just after ten. She never slept this late. Levering herself into a seated position, she groaned when her stiff muscles complained. No doubt about it, she was certainly feeling the effects of yesterday’s attack.
Where was Jonah?
She wasn’t too concerned. Wherever he was, he’d come back to her. Of that she had no doubt. Warmth spread from her heart, radiating throughout her entire body. She still couldn’t believe what had happened, how much her life had changed. Amanda had never believed in happily ever after. Her life hadn’t had much love in it. But that had all changed. Now she not only had wonderful friends and a new home, but she had someone special in her life.
Pushing her hair out of her face, she padded to the bathroom. One look in the mirror had her groaning. Her face was pale and her hair was sticking out at all angles. Her cheek and neck were slightly bruised around the white bandages that covered the shallow knife wounds. She also felt sweaty and slightly sticky from last night’s passionate lovemaking.
Not exactly an inspiring sight.
She headed straight for the shower. Turning the water on, she stepped beneath the spray and sighed. The heat from the water and a quick lather from head to toe made her feel much better. She didn’t linger, but rinsed and twisted off the taps before stepping out onto the bathmat.
Drying off, she wrapped the towel around her. She decided it was too much trouble to blow-dry her hair. Instead, she combed it and pulled it back with a scrunchie. The bandage had fallen off her cheek and the one on her neck was almost off. She finished the job, peeling it off and dropping it into the garbage can. Both cuts looked good, but she didn’t want to take any chances. Opening the medicine cabinet, she pulled out a tube of antibacterial cream and slathered some of it over each cut.
Satisfied, she went back to her bedroom. It didn’t take her long to pull on clean underwear and socks. Opting for comfort, as she almost always did, she dressed in jeans and a soft lavender sweater. She didn’t bother with shoes or slippers, but padded down the hall in her stockinged feet.
Her stomach growled, reminding her that she never did have any supper last night.
She hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday lunchtime. The smell of coffee hit her nostrils when she reached the bottom of the stairs and she almost moaned with pleasure. She desperately needed a cup of coffee. In spite of the shower, she still felt like she was in a bit of a fog.
She paused just outside the kitchen door and watched Jonah as he puttered around her kitchen. The coffee pot was indeed full of freshly brewed coffee. Something smelled wonderful. Bacon for sure, and maybe eggs.
Jonah stood at the counter, pouring two glasses of orange juice. He was wearing jeans, but nothing else. Amanda sighed and watched his back muscles ripple as he set the jug on the counter and picked up one of the glasses. Turning, he smiled at her. “Hey, sleepyhead.”
She smiled and went to him. “You knew I was there all along?”
He handed her the glass of juice. “I heard you coming and I could smell your soap.”
“I guess I can forget trying to sneak up on you.” Lifting the glass to her lips, she savored the cool sweet juice as it flowed down her throat. “That tastes great.”
“I’ve got bacon and eggs in the oven.” He reached out and pushed down the lever on the toaster. “I heard the shower go on and knew you wouldn’t be long.” He took the glass from her hand and set it down on the counter. Pulling her into his arms, he leaned down and kissed her.
Her arms crept up around his shoulders, as she tasted the rich flavor of coffee on his lips. “Umm…coffee.”
Jonah grinned and herded her toward the table. “Sit. I’ll get breakfast.”
“I could get used to this,” she remarked as she pulled her chair closer to the table.
“That’s the plan.” Jonah placed her juice glass and a mug of coffee in front of her.
The toast popped and he quickly buttered it. A minute later, they were both seated at the table with a plate filled with bacon, eggs and toast.
“Thank you.” She was touched. No one had made breakfast for her since she was a kid.
He reached out and took her hand in his. Raising it to his lips, he kissed each knuckle before lowering it back to the table. “My pleasure. Now eat, you have to be hungry.”
“Starving.” She forked up some of the eggs and chewed. They were perfect, light and fluffy. The bacon was crisp and the toast was lightly buttered just the way she liked it.
“This is good.”
“How are you feeling this morning?” Jonah picked up his mug and took a sip of coffee.
“A little stiff, but other than that, I feel perfectly normal.”
Jonah nodded and they both continued eating, neither of them talking. But it was a comfortable silence and Amanda felt herself relaxing and just enjoying being with Jonah.
They were just finishing up their breakfast when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it.”