“I won’t stop you,” I said, my eyes still shut.

“Open your eyes, Melanie. Open your eyes. Watch me as I lick you.”

My head was propped up slightly by a pillow on the couch, and I opened my eyes. His own brown ones were blazing as he licked between my legs.

“Don’t stop looking at me, Melanie. I want you to look as I suck this pussy. Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.”

“Yes. I… I w-want you to eat my pussy.”

He dived back in, shoving his tongue into my wet channel. Frantically, I unbuttoned my blouse and then lifted my bra over my chest to expose my breasts. I grabbed them both, flicking my fingers over my hard nipples.

Jonah dropped my labia out of his mouth. “So hot, sweetheart. Beautiful. God, I’m so hard right now.”

I continued twirling my nipples with my fingers, and he went back to my pussy, nibbling on my labia. I was going crazy, still playing with my nipples.

I closed my eyes.

He dropped my lips again. “I told you to leave those eyes open.”

I opened them once again, and he was staring at me, his eyes alight with fire.

“Don’t close those eyes again, Melanie, or I’ll stop eating you.”

I panted. “Oh my God, no. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”

He smiled. “I like it when you talk like that. I like it when you talk dirty.”

I was sure my cheeks were turning red, though I was already so warm I couldn’t tell. I was so hot, on fire, flames reeling all around my body.

When he forced two fingers inside my heat, I splintered around him. The orgasm came up on me fast, starting in my clit and then radiating up into my abdomen, my chest, throughout my limbs. I trembled, shouting, squeezing my nipples harder.

“Yes, Jonah, yes. I’m coming. So good. So good. So fucking, fucking good.”

In a flash, Jonah had unbuckled his jeans, unzipped them, and pushed them and his boxers over his hips, his cock springing forward. He climbed atop me and thrust inside.

“Oh, God,” he moaned.

“Yes, yes, you feel so good inside me.” I was still on the edge of my orgasm, and I could feel my walls spasming around him. “You feel that? You feel me? I’m still coming. Still coming.”

He groaned. “God, yes, amazing,”

He thrust and he thrust, panting against me, his chest hair abrading my bare breasts. When he finally released inside me, I came again, and together we completed our journey, panting against each other.

He took my lips in a kiss so violent, so fierce, I was sure we would both have bruises. I didn’t care. I wanted it. I wanted it all.

Our orgasms finally subsided, and he broke the kiss.

I looked around the room, embarrassment flooding me. My skirt was around my waist, my slingback sandals still on my feet. My bra was up around my breasts but still hooked, and my arms were still in the silky sleeves of my blouse. Jonah’s shirt was gone, but his jeans and boxers were midway down his thighs.

For the second time tonight, we’d screwed each other nearly fully clothed.

There was something hot about that.

I cleared my throat and pulled my bra down over my breasts.

“It’s a shame to cover those,” Jonah said.

I gently eased my skirt back down over my butt and thighs. “The coffee’s ready.”

He smiled, his beautiful lips and chin still glistening with my juices. “Yeah, let’s have a cup of coffee because, Melanie, neither one of us is going to sleep anytime soon.”

Chapter Twenty–Three

Jonah

Melanie’s coffee was a lighter roast, like a breakfast blend. I preferred a dark roast. French roast was my favorite, but no matter. Coffee making could be taught. As could many other things. I planned to teach Melanie a lot. She would eventually surrender to me.

But the essentials I didn’t have to teach her—like how to kiss me like a fucking siren, how to give me head as if she were sucking a golf ball through a garden hose, how to clamp my cock in her pussy so sweetly.

No. The essentials she had down.

The rest I could teach her. I would teach her. For I wasn’t giving her up anytime soon.

I took a sip of my coffee and felt the buzz of my cell phone through the pocket of my jeans. “Excuse me,” I said to Melanie. I pulled out the phone. Talon.

As much as I wanted to take Melanie to her bedroom and finish what we’d started, I couldn’t ignore Talon. Not after I’d failed him. I would always come whenever he called.

“I need to take this. It’s Talon.”

She nodded. “I understand.”

I stood and walked from the kitchen into the living area. “Hey, Tal.”

“Joe, thank God. Where are you?”

“In the city. What’s wrong?”

“I need you to come home. I hired some high-priced detectives to go through Jade’s old room at the house to figure out where the rose might have come from. You won’t believe what they found.”

 

Talon hadn’t told me what they’d found, just told me to get home right away. It was late, but Melanie understood. I rushed home.

When I got to the main house, Talon and Jade, along with Ryan, Marj, and two guys I didn’t recognize, were sitting at the kitchen table.

“What’s going on?” I asked. It had better be good since it interrupted my night with Melanie.

“A huge clue, Joe,” Talon said, rising to greet me.

“What is it?”

One of the guys I didn’t recognize held out a business card in gloved hands. I reached for it.

“No, don’t touch it,” he said.

“Then why the hell did you hand it to me?”

“So you could see it.”

“This is Trevor Mills and his partner, Johnny Johnson,” Talon said. “I hired them to go through Jade’s old room and also to try to figure out how someone got into this house. Guess whose business card this is?”

“Well, if you let me see it, I’ll tell you.”

I moved forward and took a hard look at the glossy card the man named Mills held. Colin Morse. Jade’s ex-fiancé.

“So you think Colin left the rose?” I asked.

“Not necessarily.” Jade shook her head. “He never gave me a card either of the two times he was here. The guys found this wedged under the carpeting.”