“Fuck, Shelby. Who could say no to you?” He brought his forehead to mine, nipped at my lower lip, still pumping himself into my hand, still fucking me with his fingers.
Our breath mingled in the dark.
“Please, Jonah,” I breathed.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. “Your body’s been through a lot today, and I’m worked up enough that I don’t know if I can be gentle.”
“That’s exactly what I want. Don’t be gentle with me. Trust me to take it, to handle it.”
He growled low, fighting with his body’s wants and his need to be careful with me.
“Show me you trust me,” I demanded. I angled the head of his cock so it brushed between my wet, wet folds on his next thrust.
I saw the tightening of his jaw. He grabbed me by the back of the neck with one hand. “I’m going to be so pissed at you if you let me hurt you.”
“We’ll both deal with it,” I promised, nudging my hips forward so he was notched in place. “Take me. Show me.”
Without warning he drove into me, impaling me on the table. And then he was dragging his cock in and out of my slick flesh. Owning me. Claiming me.
He held me by the neck, keeping our foreheads pressed tight as he fucked into me.
“Stay quiet,” he warned. “There are about fifty people right outside this door who could hear you scream when you come on my cock, Shelby.”
I sobbed out a response, clinging to his shoulders as he used my body. It felt so decadent. Like my body and I were no longer strangers. Like Jonah had taught me how to find the pleasure my body could afford.
“Wider, baby,” he grunted when my knees buckled, closing on his hips.
What a tableau we made. Fully clothed and rutting into each other. Gasping for breath. Begging for the undefined more. My breasts bounced as his thrusts grew more aggressive. I could name and describe the dozens of physiological reactions that were happening in our bodies right this second. But I couldn’t for the life of me ascribe what I felt for this man to mere science.
It was elemental and magic. It was exotic and home.
My neck stung where his grip tightened. And I felt the first shimmers of what we were both chasing.
“Shelby,” he bit out. That impatience, that need to satisfy me even though his own biological drive was leading the charge. It did me in. Jonah loved me. He would always want to take care of me.
And I did the same for him.
With his free hand, he found my exposed flesh, dancing pads of eager fingers over that tight bundle of nerves.
“Yes,” I hissed. Again and again and again. Even after I broke. Even after he broke.
I felt him come. Felt the warm rush of his orgasm as it painted me from the inside.
He grunted softly and flexed into me again and again. I rode it with him, my hungry muscles opening and closing around him.
“I love you,” he said, his voice ragged, his breath uneven. “I love you, Shelby. Say you’ll be mine. I want a wedding like this. I want kids with you. I want the rest of my life to be spent at your side.”
Of course. Of course. It drummed like my heart inside me, vibrating like a song.
“Yes, Jonah. Yes to all of it.”
54
Jonah
“That was the most Bodine thing I’ve ever done in my life,” I confessed to Shelby as we tried to right our clothes. Shelby’s hair was a “just had sex” disaster, and I fucking loved it. But her parents were outside, and so was my mother. And it was just bad form to strut on out of here looking like we’d just had the best pair of orgasms available to humans.
“What? Have sex in the town sheriff’s garden shed during his daughter’s wedding?” she asked smugly. “I feel a bit Bodiney myself tonight.”
“Maybe it’s the moon or the wedding or the gin. But Shelby, honey, I’m pretty excited about fall and winter and every other season I’m going to be spending with you.”
She laid a hand over her heart. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”
“How about you go get us a couple of gin and tonics, and I’ll figure out a plan to get us out of here so we can go home and celebrate some more?” I suggested.