“What history?”

Uh…the fact that you screwed my brains out? I warmed from my forehead to my toes. “You know…”

“Of course. Our afternoon together. That afternoon when I fell asleep and you disappeared. Interesting that you would bring that up.”

I was getting a little miffed. Emotion from seeing Gina’s mother whirled through me, and I wasn’t in any shape to deal with Jonah’s and my mutual attraction. “What the hell is interesting about it? I’m…”

“You’re what?”

I looked away. “Embarrassed.”

He grabbed my arm and forced me against the elevator wall. “Embarrassed?” he said through clenched teeth. “You’re embarrassed that we had amazing, mind-blowing sex for an hour?”

I cleared my throat. “I don’t regret it or anything.”

“You don’t regret it?” Fire laced his dark eyes.

I shook my head, biting my lip hard. He let go of me and quickly pushed the emergency stop button on the elevator.

I gasped. “What are you doing?”

“This.” He smashed his lips to mine.

I opened for him without thinking, as if it were a reflex. And perhaps it was. Perhaps I would always open for him. For Jonah Steel—a man so strong, yet holding on to so much guilt. I understood him better than he knew. My God, the man could kiss. I had never been kissed like this, never been kissed the way he kissed me. He had elevated it to an art.

Again, my emotions overwhelmed me. I’d just seen my dead patient’s mother… Gina… Gone… And Jonah… Here…

And very much alive.

My nipples tightened, and my pussy began to pulsate.

I ground into his mouth, swirling my tongue with his and loving every minute of it.

When he finally paused to take a breath, I inhaled deeply.

“Jonah, no. I work here. Everyone knows me at the hospital.”

He smiled. “Fine. I’ll let you go. If we continue this. At your place.”

I gulped and nodded. I’d have been happy to continue here, if it were any other building. Finally, he let go of me and pushed the button on the elevator so we resumed our downward ride.

What must I look like? I walked out of the elevator, nodding to a few people. And then there was the monstrously handsome man with his arm on my back. What would everyone think?

“Where’s your place?” he asked.

“A couple blocks from here, a downtown loft.”

“You have a car?”

I shook my head. “I walked.”

“We’ll take mine.”

 

Jonah kissed me breathless in the car at my building. He kissed me breathless in the elevator rising to the fourth floor where my loft was located. He kissed me breathless against my door, stopping only for me to unlock it.

He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall after kicking the door shut, kissing me breathless one more time.

He broke the kiss and inhaled. “Bedroom?”

I pointed toward the open door on the other side of the living area.

He lifted me in his arms as if I weighed no more than a child and swiftly carried me across the living area into the bedroom. I hadn’t made my bed that morning, but he didn’t seem to notice.

He dropped me on the bed and then sat down, his lips next to my ear. “I need to be inside you. I can’t wait. But I promise you I will not leave you hanging. After we rest, I want to take it slow. I want to taste every inch of you, Melanie. I want to sample those sweet nipples. I want to make you scream as I eat your pussy. I want to lick your ass. I won’t stop until I’ve tasted every fucking millimeter of your gorgeous body.”

My breath caught.

“Get undressed,” he growled.

It never occurred to me not to obey him. I shed my clothes as he shed his, baring his beautiful body to me.

He grabbed his wallet out of his jeans pocket, quickly opened and put on a condom, and then forced me back down on the bed. Instantly, he was inside me.

He groaned—a groan I had heard before. From my patients who were drug addicts. They groaned like that when they got their fix. Could I be Jonah’s fix? The thought made me melt. I wanted to be his fix.

He held himself inside me for a moment, letting me get used to his size.

Little did he know, I was already used to him. Again, as had happened the first time, when he entered me, I felt like I had come home.

“God,” he said. “You feel so good around me.”

He pulled out and thrust back in. I gasped against his shoulder.

“You all right?”

I sighed. “Yes. All right.” I bit my lip.

“Thank God.” He thrust back in.

I let out a soft moan every time he slid back into me, and before I knew it, a climax was primed and ready to go. Just as I was about to start coming, he pulled out.

“You are beautiful right now. Glowing. Just gorgeous.” He stuck his dick back into my heat.

I grasped the comforter, balling my hands into fists around the fabric.

He fucked me hard and fast. The orgasm on the edge teetered over into full force.

I cried out. With passion and power, he fucked me, groaning my name.

“God, sweetheart, I’m going to come.” One last thrust, and he groaned, allowing his weight upon me.

I flattened on the bed, his weight too much for me to bear, but I didn’t care. I wanted him on top of me, close to me. I welcomed it.

Within a few seconds, he had rolled over onto his side. “Sorry about that. I know how heavy I am.”

I turned to face him. “No reason to be sorry. I wasn’t complaining.”

“Let me rest for a minute, and then I’m going to take my time. I’m going to savor every inch of skin and every drop of juice you have to offer.”

I swallowed audibly. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I didn’t have to, because he gently brushed his lips over mine.

“I hope I make you feel half as incredible as you make me feel,” he said. “My God, you’re amazing.” He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.

Soon his shallow breathing indicated he had fallen asleep. I looked at the clock. It was nearly six. I got up, went to the bathroom, put on a robe, and headed out to the kitchen. He’d be hungry when he woke up, probably for food. I smiled at my own joke. I looked through the cupboards and the refrigerator. Not a lot to work with, so I made a quick call to my favorite Thai place and pulled a bottle of lusty red Zinfandel off my wine rack. When he woke up, dinner would be waiting.