virgin.”
Good job, Raven. Talk him out of liking you. Why
don’t you go ahead and make him a list of all your unlovable
qualities.
It happened so fast I barely registered the
movement. Jonah hauled me up the length of his body and sat me face
to face with him, straddling his hips. My face dwarfed by his big
hands, he holds me until I meet his eyes.
“Don’t ever speak about yourself like that again.”
His deep, firm command makes me drop my eyes. “Look at me, Raven.”
I do as I’m told. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known. You’re
kind, smart, funny, gracious . . . hell, you even laugh at Blake’s
jokes. I want you . And that includes everything that makes
you who you are.”
He wants me. This amazing, powerful, beautiful man
wants me. Have I ever felt wanted before? A lone tear rolls down my
cheek. His words are a warm blanket wrapped around my heart.
Leaning forward, he brushes his lips across the corners of my
eyes.
Will he ever understand how much his words mean to
me? I’ve never felt important enough to anyone or good enough to
deserve this kind of affection. Just days ago, I felt a fissure in
the wall I had erected around my heart. With those simple words, he
busted it down.
It’s crazy and it makes no sense, but there’s no
doubt in my mind. I’m madly in love with Jonah Slade.
Nine
Jonah
I wake up with something soft and warm pressing
against the length of my body. My left arm lies flat against the
bed, tingling, a sensation like tiny ants tunneling through my
veins. My right arm is comfortable and pressed directly against the
soft heat. Taking a deep breath, I smell the faint pear fragrance
and smile. Raven.
So this is what it feels like to sleep with someone.
Her back pressed to my front, I nestle my face into the silky waves
of her hair and pull her body deeper into mine. What the h . . .? I
flex my hand against a heavy weight in my palm. The feeling
registers, immediately making my body tense.
Ah, hell.
Sometime in the night, I shoved my hand up her shirt
and am now cupping her left breast. All I need is for her to wake
up to me perving out on her in her sleep. I slip my hand slowly
from her chest. My fingers skate down the soft skin of her stomach
and settle there. Her legs slide against mine as I draw lazy
circles at her belly button.
She moans and presses her bottom into my groin in a
tiny stretch. I bite back my groan at the feel of her round ass
against my throbbing crotch. I don’t think I’ve ever had a hard-on
for this long.
Last night, after Raven confessed her virginity,
there was no way I could make out with her. At least, not the way I
wanted to. The tears in her eyes as she ripped herself apart
verbally sealed it for me. I needed her to know that I respect her
and that she’s more than a shallow one night. We’d kiss during
commercials, and at times I thought I could have gotten away with
more, but last night was about getting her to see me differently.
It was about getting her to trust me with more than her painful
family history, with her body as well. And to do that, I had to
hold back my appetite for her. Way back.
Besides, holding her against my side with her head
on my chest while she watched Overhaulin’ was entertaining as hell.
She went back and forth between mumbling to herself and giving me a
detailed history of Ford Motor Company. She’d talk to the
television, making her suggestions as to what should be done, and
made it clear when she disagreed. I enjoyed watching her as much as
I did the show. And the show was cool as shit.
I introduced her to the DVR, showing her how to
record the entire season so she can watch them whenever she wants.
She rewarded me with a shining smile that I felt in my toes. Her
sparkling eyes lit up like I’d just given her keys to a
Lamborghini. The fact that I could make her light up like that
filled me with more pride than winning my first fight. I spent the
rest of the night figuring out ways to earn that smile
Good job, Raven. Talk him out of liking you. Why
don’t you go ahead and make him a list of all your unlovable
qualities.
It happened so fast I barely registered the
movement. Jonah hauled me up the length of his body and sat me face
to face with him, straddling his hips. My face dwarfed by his big
hands, he holds me until I meet his eyes.
“Don’t ever speak about yourself like that again.”
His deep, firm command makes me drop my eyes. “Look at me, Raven.”
I do as I’m told. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known. You’re
kind, smart, funny, gracious . . . hell, you even laugh at Blake’s
jokes. I want you . And that includes everything that makes
you who you are.”
He wants me. This amazing, powerful, beautiful man
wants me. Have I ever felt wanted before? A lone tear rolls down my
cheek. His words are a warm blanket wrapped around my heart.
Leaning forward, he brushes his lips across the corners of my
eyes.
Will he ever understand how much his words mean to
me? I’ve never felt important enough to anyone or good enough to
deserve this kind of affection. Just days ago, I felt a fissure in
the wall I had erected around my heart. With those simple words, he
busted it down.
It’s crazy and it makes no sense, but there’s no
doubt in my mind. I’m madly in love with Jonah Slade.
Nine
Jonah
I wake up with something soft and warm pressing
against the length of my body. My left arm lies flat against the
bed, tingling, a sensation like tiny ants tunneling through my
veins. My right arm is comfortable and pressed directly against the
soft heat. Taking a deep breath, I smell the faint pear fragrance
and smile. Raven.
So this is what it feels like to sleep with someone.
Her back pressed to my front, I nestle my face into the silky waves
of her hair and pull her body deeper into mine. What the h . . .? I
flex my hand against a heavy weight in my palm. The feeling
registers, immediately making my body tense.
Ah, hell.
Sometime in the night, I shoved my hand up her shirt
and am now cupping her left breast. All I need is for her to wake
up to me perving out on her in her sleep. I slip my hand slowly
from her chest. My fingers skate down the soft skin of her stomach
and settle there. Her legs slide against mine as I draw lazy
circles at her belly button.
She moans and presses her bottom into my groin in a
tiny stretch. I bite back my groan at the feel of her round ass
against my throbbing crotch. I don’t think I’ve ever had a hard-on
for this long.
Last night, after Raven confessed her virginity,
there was no way I could make out with her. At least, not the way I
wanted to. The tears in her eyes as she ripped herself apart
verbally sealed it for me. I needed her to know that I respect her
and that she’s more than a shallow one night. We’d kiss during
commercials, and at times I thought I could have gotten away with
more, but last night was about getting her to see me differently.
It was about getting her to trust me with more than her painful
family history, with her body as well. And to do that, I had to
hold back my appetite for her. Way back.
Besides, holding her against my side with her head
on my chest while she watched Overhaulin’ was entertaining as hell.
She went back and forth between mumbling to herself and giving me a
detailed history of Ford Motor Company. She’d talk to the
television, making her suggestions as to what should be done, and
made it clear when she disagreed. I enjoyed watching her as much as
I did the show. And the show was cool as shit.
I introduced her to the DVR, showing her how to
record the entire season so she can watch them whenever she wants.
She rewarded me with a shining smile that I felt in my toes. Her
sparkling eyes lit up like I’d just given her keys to a
Lamborghini. The fact that I could make her light up like that
filled me with more pride than winning my first fight. I spent the
rest of the night figuring out ways to earn that smile
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