Chapter 10

10

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W henever I've read about people having an out of body experience, I've always thought it sounded a bit far-fetched. Now, as Jonah carries me to his bedroom and sets me down across the comforter, I genuinely feel like I'm floating several feet in the air. He doesn't just admire my body, he treasures it. As he smooths my hair across the pillow, kissing my breasts and caressing my legs, I feel like a prize he has won. Cherished. Adored .

How can there be so much emotion in his stunning dark green eyes when we've only known each other a few days?

"I have a confession to make." His voice is always deep and gruff, as if he usually only uses it for stern, curt communication. Now it's even lower. There's also no missing the rather extreme situation going on in the front of his jeans.

"Yeah?"

"It's been so long that any condoms I had lying around are long expired. So?—"

"Oh. Um. I'm on the pill. My friends were paranoid and talked me into it, and I like being able to schedule?—"

He cuts me off with a kiss that takes my breath away. It feels like he's trying to consume me, trying to fuse us together into one body. He spreads my thighs, allowing him to stroke and caress my pussy lightly until I start to tremble again. His thick finger drags inside me, gathering up my moisture, then spreading it all over my swollen button.

Showers of sparks dance through my nervous system as I think about what's about to happen. My right hand darts out, fumbling to undo his jeans.

"Is this what you want?" He studies my face intently.

"Yes."

My next exhale shudders as his finger glides inside me. His brows knit together slightly. "You're very tight. Are you…" I nod.

"Yes. But I want to do this. I want…" My thoughts slow down, as I realize how unbelievably sexy this moment is. "I want you," I finally whisper.

His lips barely brush mine, then I moan as he jumps up to standing.

I watch in awe as he strips off his jeans and shorts, leaving him gloriously naked. My eyes aren't big enough to take him all in. He really is built like a lumberjack – thick, sculpted shoulders. Hard slabs of muscle across his chest. Defined abs, and two perfect arcing lines over his hips.

I'll have to study the rest of him later, since the massive erection pointing straight at me seems like it needs my attention urgently.

My hand darts out, grasping the tip gently. I have no idea what I'm doing, but his sharp inhale as I begin to stroke down to the base tells me I must be doing something right. His stomach and thighs tighten as I begin to stroke up and down, curling my fingers around his length as I grasp him firmly.

After a moment, a shudder goes through him, then he pulls himself from my grip, his huge, warm, masculine body taking up most of the bed as he lays down beside me.

"That felt amazing, baby." His hand gravitates to my pussy again. This time he carefully presses two fingers inside me. "Is this where you want me? Are you ready?"

He's expecting me to be timid. And although I usually am, there's no doubt or gray areas here for me. Gripping the back of his hair, I pull his lips to mine for a deep, almost frantic kiss. "Yeah," I moan against his lips. "I think I've been ready from the first time you looked into my eyes like that."

A slow smile spreads across his gorgeous face. "I swear, you're the only woman who can make me almost blush. That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, gorgeous."

The instep of my foot runs up and down his calf as I kiss him again, this time trying to make him realize how much I need him. It really is a need. And one I've ignored for too long.

Warmth blooms along my spine as he begins to roll on top of me. He feels like a bit of a predator in the way he eyes me, then nips at my throat. My breath feels stuck, my heart pounding so hard that my system is already overloaded.

"Try to relax." His voice rumbles against my skin as his lips glide along my collarbone. Somehow he manages to settle over me without crushing me, his weight distributed perfectly as my legs fall open for him.

He smiles at my surprised gasp as the weight of his long, thick cock falls against my open pussy. "You know I'll always be gentle with you, Brooke."

"I know." I leave my left hand flat on the bed so that he doesn't complain about me moving my side. The right hand stretches up around his shoulder to caress the back of his neck.

He hums blissfully. "I love when you touch me, baby."

The word love almost makes me flinch. It's too big. Too important. I have to keep reminding myself that this is just for fun and exploration. Even though I desperately want it to be more, much more, I know better than to get my hopes up too high.

The thick shaft of his cock drags up and down through my wet pussy lips, making both of us shiver. As he strokes slowly up and down, I can feel everything inside me shifting, getting ready. As if parts of me I've never paid attention to instinctively know already what's about to happen.

Jonah's dark growl fills me with lust as the thick, velvety head of his cock notches inside me. "You already feel so good around me, gorgeous," he breathes. "Want a bit more?"

Nodding, my fingers tighten, my hips lifting as my body tries to work him deeper inside. All my usual clumsiness is gone right now. Every part of me knows exactly what to do.

It feels like we can read each other's minds, knowing exactly when he wants me to lift, or when I need him to press deeper. I love the way he nudges into me so gently, his slow, careful strokes helping me adjust to his impressive girth.

The deep, primal sensation of being stretched causes me to release a breathless moan. Jonah watches my eyes carefully. "Too much?"

I grin, shaking my head, then give the back of his leg an encouraging tap with my heel.

"So tight and wet." His voice is nearly a grunt. "My beautiful artist, with her legs wrapped around me. So fucking sexy, baby."

My thighs wind around his waist more tightly, pulling him deeper until he finally hits bottom inside me, and we both moan. "You're so perfect, Brooke," he murmurs as he kisses across my forehead.

I don't know about that, but I do love the sensation of him moving inside me with long, deep thrusts. "Oh!" I gasp. "That's a good oh, by the way," I pant immediately afterward. "In case you were wondering."

It feels like he's almost making a scooping motion with his hips, grinding hard and deep even as he moves slowly. Then his speed increases gradually, his eyes half hooded as he stares at my lips, my breasts, then down to where his huge cock is disappearing inside me.

He buries his fingers in the back of my hair, bringing my mouth to his. Then he reaches between us, spreading my pussy lips and changing his angle so the base of his shaft rubs against my clit with every stroke. Moaning into his mouth, I'm stunned by how incredible this feels. There are no words. No thoughts. Just pure sensation.

Plus a few stray emotions, like how I think I'm already falling for this incredible man.

It feels so good to be controlled this way. It's not like he's just using me for his own pleasure. It's more that Jonah knows everything that needs to happen, and is making sure that it does.

It gives me a sense of relief and release to let him take charge, and before I realize what's going on, the orgasm slams into me. Screaming into his mouth, my hips are swirling as if trying to pull him even deeper inside me while he pounds into my soaking pussy, hard and fast.

"That's it." His voice is a rasping scrape, granite on steel. "Give it to me, gorgeous. Take all of my cock. That's it…" Just as the climax grows so intense I think I might faint, his fingers tighten on me as his hips thrust forward hard, holding himself deep inside me with a choked groan, flooding my pussy with his liquid heat.

It feels like his thick shaft is pulsing inside me, and as I see the utter surrender in his eyes, I come again.

"That's it, my beautiful girl." Jonah possesses my mouth again, kissing me as if he wants the entire world to know that he's claiming me.

That's what this feels like. It's not just fun, sexy times. It's as if his body wants to bond itself to mine. As if our physical selves are in control, not our minds.

I had no idea I loved being controlled in the bedroom like this. Having a gorgeous hulking man take charge of my body and my pleasure.

As I drift off to sleep, floating on a sea of happy endorphins, it's almost possible to block out the lingering negative thoughts.

Jonah won't want to control me all the time, will he? He's got kind of a control freak job. Plus, he's a bit of a community leader around here. Does that mean that everyone in town will analyze our relationship? What would that mean for us if we tried to make it long-term?

Am I strong enough to draw boundaries, or am I already being swept away by this powerful mountain man?