My Dad's Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo #3) - Katee Robert Page 0,19

up against his hold, and the fact that he’s holding me away from closing that last little bit of distance while still plundering my mouth is almost too much to bear. When he finally lifts his head, I’m breathing hard and far too close to begging. “Jonas,” I breathe his name, barely more than a whisper, but he tenses under me as if I screamed it instead.

He releases my neck, the shock of the break in contact nearly making me miss the gentle way he brushes my hair back from my face. He leans against the headboard once more. “Take off the shirt.”

I grab the hem and lift slowly. I’m not exactly trying to tease him, but the sight of his fingers buried inside me short circuits something in my brain. It’s only when he clears his throat that I remember what I’m supposed to be doing and raise the shirt another few inches.

God, the way Jonas watches me.

I thought he devoured me with his gaze downstairs when we were arguing about business. It’s nothing compared to now. He’s looking at me like I’m his in truth, a toy he’s impatient to get out of the box so he can play with it to his heart’s content. It makes me slow down again with the shirt just below my breasts. When he growls, I grin. “Problem?”

“Take off the fucking shirt, Blake.”

There’s something about the way he says my name that sends a bolt of heat straight to my pussy. I roll my hips a little bit, fucking his fingers. As much as I want to keep teasing him, the truth is that I’m just as impatient as he is. I pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside.

“There you are,” he breathes. I don’t think he means to say it, but he’s too distracted by my bare breasts to realize he’s spoken aloud. I relish that loss of control just like I have every other sign since we started this game.

I cup my breasts, lifting them a bit. I tease my nipples to hard points beneath his heated gaze. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yeah. I like what I see.” He withdraws his hand and stares at me long enough that I start squirming with impatience. Jonas gives my hip an idle smack. “Don’t rush me.”

“What happened to your not wanting to get caught?”

He shakes his head slowly as if trying to focus. “You’re one hell of a distraction.” Another shake of his head and he’s closing off his expression. I relish the change even as I kind of miss how affected he is just by the sight of my naked body. It’s a heady thing. Jonas finally grasps my hips and pulls me forward. “You’re right. We’re taking too long.”

“Sor—”

“Don’t you dare apologize to me when you don’t mean it.”

I snap my mouth shut. Jonas gives me one last long look. “Get up here and take this cock before I change my mind.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I make a vague approximation of meekness as I shift and up and allow him to guide me to his cock.

Allow him to guide me? What a joke. I all but throw myself onto him. I need him inside me and I need it now. No matter how fun the back and forth is, the fact remains that I’m nowhere near sated. It’s like a chant through my brain that I can’t shrug off. More, more, more, give me more. More of the fantasy. More of Jonas.

This angle is so different from missionary. He had all the control before, could choose how to give me his size. Now, once he has me poised over him, he changes his grip on my hips and allows me to descend at my pace. It seems a small mercy.

Or at least it does until he breaches my entrance.

I thought it would be easier to take him the second time. I was wrong. Horribly, delightfully wrong. I manage to get the head of his cock into me, but it’s not as simple as sliding down his length to take him completely. I have to work for it.

Jonas, the bastard, merely watches me with a raised brow as if silently demanding to know why I’m wasting both our time with this bullshit.

I brace my hands on his shoulders and sink another inch onto him. “I’m trying.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to say it,” I mutter. “You’re so goddamn smug. Yes, Daddy, your cock is fucking huge. Are you