while he took my mouth in the most passionate kiss of my life. Our tongues tangled and made love in the same powerful way our bodies had just moments before, wildly and relentless. Thoroughly and with wanton need.
I don’t know how long we stayed together, him softening inside of me, my legs locked in a powerful vice around his trim waist, our mouths fused, but eventually he fell to the side taking me with him. Once there, he disconnected and turned me to face him. He tugged the sheets and blanket over our cooling bodies and locked me against his chest. I snuggled against his warmth, kissed him above his pounding heart, and closed my eyes.
“Sleep now, sweet Simone. I’ll wake you soon for round two.”
I grinned against his skin and then passed out.
We spent the next day and night in the hotel room. Both of us unwilling to leave the safety and security of not only one another, but the little bubble of happiness we’d carved out for ourselves. Jonah was insatiable. Which I imagine had a lot to do with the fact that I was more than willing to reciprocate all the good he bestowed on me, but also the fact that he hadn’t been intimate with a woman in over a year. We ordered room service for every meal, and ate it scarcely dressed. When done, we attacked one another as though we were starving. It felt as if we had been walking in the wilderness for a year with no hope of being saved or finding an ounce of human connection. This thing between Jonah and me was a living, breathing connection.
He made love to me as though it were his honor. A gift.
Connecting us in a way I’d never known with a man. And somehow through that link, we both felt saved.
Honestly, I didn’t realize I was living half a life, going from job to job, attached to a man who did not love me and cheated on me repeatedly. Scrounging for every dollar I could in an attempt to make something of myself. I’d spent the last six years trying to complete a two-year degree, class by class, pinching pennies in order to do so.
Struggling was putting it mildly.
Sacrifice was all I knew.
Then along came Jonah.
Not only did he save my life physically that night, he saved my soul.
Now I had a man who genuinely cared for me and showed it. Protective. Generous. Kind. And a master in the bedroom. I had a new job that started Monday morning, making a larger salary than I’d hoped for, and I had one more class to complete to get my degree. Something Jonah’s father was going to let me work on two hours a day while getting paid. He said you had to invest in your people, and he believed I was an investment. Actually, it was me who convinced him beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was worthy of such an investment. And I’d prove it. I intended to work my ass off for A+ Construction showing him, Luca, Jonah, Sonia, and all my sisters that I could be successful. I could turn my half a life into something truly worth living.
And all that started with Jonah.
The same man who was right then pouring the water from a sponge over my naked chest. He sat behind me in the gargantuan hotel tub, me between his spread thighs, my back against his front. His cock sated but not for long. My lady bits pleasantly sore.
I rested against him and sighed. Our bubble was soon to burst. We’d requested a late check out, which was only an hour away. We had to get back to the real world. Serial killers. A troubled sister. Helen’s death. The FBI breathing down our necks and of course my family who was not only worried about me, they weren’t safe.
“What are you thinking about?” Jonah traced the drops of water over one pebbled nipple with the tip of his finger.
“All that we have to go back to when we leave our hotel haven.” I hummed and swirled my fingers around his kneecap and watched the water droplets fall down an enticing expanse of male, muscular flesh.
He chuckled and I felt it rumble through my back and out through my limbs in pleasurable waves of contentment.
Jonah wrapped his arms around me from behind in a sensual hug, pressing his chin to the crook of my neck and resting it there.