you sharing all of it. I just want to know you’re okay and I’m supporting you the best way I can.”
Jonah smiled softly and opened his eyes. “I’m okay and dealing with a lot of it internally. I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t hurt that she left this world the way she did, but that’s not on me, you, or anyone other than the bastard who took her life.” He tightened his hold on me. “Would it be wrong to ask you to go to the funeral with me?”
I shook my head. “Not at all. She was an important part of your life. And you know, it’s okay to let go of all the nastiness that was between you two in the end and just grieve for the woman you loved and married all those years ago.”
He sighed and I felt his warm breath caress my cheek. “You’re an amazing woman, Simone. I hope you know that.”
I grinned, cupped his cheeks, and tilted his head to look at me. “As long as my man believes it, that’s all that matters,” I said and took his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Before long he fell back, palmed my ass with both his large hands, and let me take charge.
When I ran my hands down his chest in search of the button on his jeans, he encircled my wrists and sat back up abruptly. “Nope. No going further. We’re having a dinner date here in the room and I am eager to see what you plan on putting under that pretty satin robe you just had in your hands.”
I laughed and bit into my bottom lip. He cupped my cheek. “I’m going to have to start praying again,” he said randomly.
His statement had me frowning. “Uh, okay. Why?”
He grinned. “Because you’re such an anomaly. I’d never met a woman like you. One who seems so perfectly matched with me. Comfortable in her own skin. Takes life as it comes.”
“Mmm hmm, butter me up some more, baby. I like it!” I teased. “But you know I’m a sure thing, right? I’m pretty confident that I want to jump your bones more than you want to jump mine.” I ran my thumb across his plump bottom lip.
Jonah laughed out loud and for a very long time after I made my claim. “Not even close, Simone. You forget, it’s been over a year since I’ve been with a woman. I’m certain my desire to fuck your brains out far surpasses anything you’ve cooked up in that wild imagination of yours.” He kissed me hard and fast, tugging on my bottom lip and letting it go with a snap.
I licked the heated flesh and my eyes went half-lidded, lust coiling at the base of my spine and lower. “Care to skip dinner?”
He chuckled, stood up, and let me drag down his muscular form. I whimpered like a wanton hussy but worse, I felt like one. I was one hundred percent ready to throw any plans he had out the window and just mount him right then and there.
“Cool it, baby. I’m going to order room service.”
I sighed and took a deep breath, my arms still looped around his waist. “Okay, one more melt-my-panties kiss and then I’ll go take a shower and leave you to order our food. Deal?”
He grinned, cupped the back of my head, and whispered “Deal,” against my lips. Then he kissed me. It lasted a very long time. So long my panties were damp, my heartbeat was banging against my chest, and I was in a serious Jonah kiss haze, which consisted of my mind being mush, my body on fire with want, and my vision a little blurry.
Jonah chuckled as he walked me over to the bathroom. Then he left me inside as he stepped out, got my entire bag, and brought it to the counter and set it on top.
“You got what you need?” He cupped my cheek and I cupped his hard cock.
“Not even close, but things are looking up.” I ran the palm of my hand over the length hidden behind his jeans. He groaned and thrust his hips against my hand once before backing up.
“Woman, you’d test the patience of a priest. Jesus,” he grumbled. “Take your time. I think I’m going to need a bit of my own in order to be calm enough to sit and eat next to you.” He shook his head and exited with a smile.