these years.
Jonah stepped around her, nearly nose to nose with her brother. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
“No need.” Duarte nodded to Eloisa, starting towardthe front door. “I’ll let our father know you will be visiting soon.”
She stifled the urge to scream out her frustration. Who did these Medina men think they were to blast into a person’s life once every decade or so and wreak total havoc? “You’re assuming a lot.”
He pivoted back toward her fluidly. “There are many times when my life has relied on my ability to read people.”
Duarte Medina slipped out of the door as quietly and quickly as he’d arrived.
Jonah rubbed between her shoulder blades. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be? It was just five minutes out of my life. No big deal. Now he’s gone and everything’s back to normal again.” She pulled away and yanked open the refrigerator. “I’ll start supper.”
His hands landed on her shoulders, squeezing gently with a sympathy and comfort that swept away her defenses. She shattered inside from endless vows that she didn’t care if her father never fought for her. And when her brothers struck out on their own, they never even bothered to contact her. Years of being everyone’s support and nobody’s princess crashed down on her until she hurt so bad inside she couldn’t find any corner of her soul to hide and escape.
She had nowhere to go except straight into Jonah’s arms.
Nine
E loisa blocked out the ache in her heart left from her brother’s shocking visit and focused on Jonah. Just Jonah, with her, both of them hopefully naked very, very soon.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and flattened herself to him. He stumbled back a step and nearly slammed into the kitchen counter.
“Whoa.” He gripped her hips, steadying them both so they didn’t knock off the remaining groceries or tumble to the tile floor. “Let’s slow this down a minute and think things through. I know you’re upset—”
“Damn straight, I’m upset. I’m angry and hurt and confused and want it all to go away. You can fix that for me, so let’s get to it.”
She plastered her lips to his, opened, demanded. The ever-ready attraction between them blazed to lifeon contact, thank goodness. She welcomed the blissful sensation expanding within her, pushing everything else to the far corners. Less pain.
Total pleasure.
Muscles in his chest and arms twitched and flexed under her searching fingers. “Eloisa, I hear you and I understand. And God knows, I’m more than glad to comply until you’re not able to think or talk, but I also have to know you’re not going to bolt out of here afterward before I even have time to pull on a pair of boxers.”
Eloisa nuzzled along his ear, kissing, nipping, whispering soft gusts of air over his skin as she buried her face in his hair. “We’re in my home. That makes leaving a lot tougher for me.”
“But not impossible,” he insisted even as his hand slid down to cup her bottom and lift her closer, more intimately against him until she could feel the fly on his jeans straining against the thickening length of him.
“We’re here to resolve things,” he said, “not make them more complicated between—” He clasped her hand already making fast work of his jeans snap. “Take a breather, for now, anyway.”
She flipped her hands to link in his as she met his eyes square on. “Jonah, look around you. Think. What did I bring in when I got home from work? Dinner. Wine. I planned a romantic meal because after what we did—” she paused, suddenly breathless at just the mention, the memory “—after the way you made me feel, I’ve been thinking about finishing this every second since. I’ve been planning what I want to do to you, how to make you every bit as crazy as you make me.”
“Eloisa,” he groaned, loosening his hold on her handsuntil she flattened her palm to his fly. “You already make me
Jonah stepped around her, nearly nose to nose with her brother. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
“No need.” Duarte nodded to Eloisa, starting towardthe front door. “I’ll let our father know you will be visiting soon.”
She stifled the urge to scream out her frustration. Who did these Medina men think they were to blast into a person’s life once every decade or so and wreak total havoc? “You’re assuming a lot.”
He pivoted back toward her fluidly. “There are many times when my life has relied on my ability to read people.”
Duarte Medina slipped out of the door as quietly and quickly as he’d arrived.
Jonah rubbed between her shoulder blades. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be? It was just five minutes out of my life. No big deal. Now he’s gone and everything’s back to normal again.” She pulled away and yanked open the refrigerator. “I’ll start supper.”
His hands landed on her shoulders, squeezing gently with a sympathy and comfort that swept away her defenses. She shattered inside from endless vows that she didn’t care if her father never fought for her. And when her brothers struck out on their own, they never even bothered to contact her. Years of being everyone’s support and nobody’s princess crashed down on her until she hurt so bad inside she couldn’t find any corner of her soul to hide and escape.
She had nowhere to go except straight into Jonah’s arms.
Nine
E loisa blocked out the ache in her heart left from her brother’s shocking visit and focused on Jonah. Just Jonah, with her, both of them hopefully naked very, very soon.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and flattened herself to him. He stumbled back a step and nearly slammed into the kitchen counter.
“Whoa.” He gripped her hips, steadying them both so they didn’t knock off the remaining groceries or tumble to the tile floor. “Let’s slow this down a minute and think things through. I know you’re upset—”
“Damn straight, I’m upset. I’m angry and hurt and confused and want it all to go away. You can fix that for me, so let’s get to it.”
She plastered her lips to his, opened, demanded. The ever-ready attraction between them blazed to lifeon contact, thank goodness. She welcomed the blissful sensation expanding within her, pushing everything else to the far corners. Less pain.
Total pleasure.
Muscles in his chest and arms twitched and flexed under her searching fingers. “Eloisa, I hear you and I understand. And God knows, I’m more than glad to comply until you’re not able to think or talk, but I also have to know you’re not going to bolt out of here afterward before I even have time to pull on a pair of boxers.”
Eloisa nuzzled along his ear, kissing, nipping, whispering soft gusts of air over his skin as she buried her face in his hair. “We’re in my home. That makes leaving a lot tougher for me.”
“But not impossible,” he insisted even as his hand slid down to cup her bottom and lift her closer, more intimately against him until she could feel the fly on his jeans straining against the thickening length of him.
“We’re here to resolve things,” he said, “not make them more complicated between—” He clasped her hand already making fast work of his jeans snap. “Take a breather, for now, anyway.”
She flipped her hands to link in his as she met his eyes square on. “Jonah, look around you. Think. What did I bring in when I got home from work? Dinner. Wine. I planned a romantic meal because after what we did—” she paused, suddenly breathless at just the mention, the memory “—after the way you made me feel, I’ve been thinking about finishing this every second since. I’ve been planning what I want to do to you, how to make you every bit as crazy as you make me.”
“Eloisa,” he groaned, loosening his hold on her handsuntil she flattened her palm to his fly. “You already make me
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