He licked his lips and for a moment I got distracted and my heart started pumping thinking about what other things he could lick with that tongue.
“My favorite artist, singer, whatever you want to call it…”
I grinned. “Yeah?”
“Is Taylor Swift,” he blurted out.
My mouth dropped open and I blinked slowly. Manly man, hot FBI guy, filled with muscles, carried a badge, a gun, and chased seriously bad dudes for a living loved Tay-Tay Swift. So much so he claimed she was his favorite artist and singer.
My silence must have freaked him out because suddenly he clipped, “Shit, I shouldn’t have told you.”
I shook my head and lifted my hands. “No, no. I’m glad you did. I just needed a minute to take that in. Not only is it endearing…” I pressed my lips flat together because I could barely hold back the laughter. “It’s also hilarious!” I cracked up and he groaned.
“I’m going to regret this one day. I just know it.” He sighed and rubbed at his temples with a thumb and a forefinger.
I waved my hand and breathed through the laughter that continued to bubble up and come out in loud bursts. “No, no. I’m just surprised. A big, badass, FBI guy like you loves him some T-Swift. I’m a fan too. Swear!” I clamped down on my laughter and breathed through my nose in order to keep my mouth shut. “Have you purchased the new album everyone’s talking about?”
I chuckled but kept it under control. “After that, you can ask me anything you want, and I promise to bare all.” I gushed, wanting him to feel better about sharing such a funny secret.
His lips twitched. “You done eating?”
I nodded, picked up my glass, and held it out toward him. He refilled both of ours, adding the last splash to my glass.
For a full minute he stared at me, a dark eyebrow cocked up on one side of his forehead. I loved when a man could do that. There was something insanely sexy about it.
“What is your absolute favorite part about your body?” His question came out in a lower timber, one that spoke to the seductress all women had hidden inside themselves.
“My tits.” I answered honestly and instantly. I knew most women would say their eyes, or their smile, maybe even their hair. Those were all good features, but I had stellar boobs and was rather proud of what I’d been gifted in that arena.
He smirked and his eyes heated. “Show me,” he taunted, as though I wouldn’t.
Boy, was Jonah in for a surprise. I was not the type of woman who would back down from a dare. Especially one I wanted to do.
I took my glass, lifted it to my lips, and swallowed a healthy amount, then stood up and set it on the table. Jonah turned his chair and pushed the table to the side and out of the way. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, pushed his legs out in front of him, and eased back as though he were preparing to watch a show.
If he wanted a show, he was about to get one.
“My tits, huh? You want to see them?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” He lifted his chin which I took as encouragement.
I reached behind me and untied the bow and unwrapped the sash from around my waist then let it hang down at my sides, the robe parting down the center.
A good few inches of my bare stomach and bra and panty combo could be seen.
Jonah’s nostrils flared. “Keep going, sweet girl.” His voice was thick and had that growly possessive note that made my knees feel week.
I shrugged one shoulder and the robe fell to my elbow on that side. I repeated the process but kept my hands together, delaying the full view until he was panting for it.
He inhaled swiftly and sat up. He put his hands to his thighs and rubbed the material up and down as he took in my half-dressed appearance. I liked seeing him slowly become unhinged. It blossomed like power running through my veins, little electric bolts of lightning teasing my nerve endings.
I watched him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing enticingly.
Heat pooled between my thighs and I trembled.
“Take it off, Simone,” he demanded. He didn’t request it. No, he demanded it.
I gave him my most sultry smile and let my arms fall to my sides as the satin slithered down my body in a silky caress