Chapter 16

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I 'm shaking, melting, quivering. Every single spot where Jonah touches me turns to liquid fire.

It's so intense. It feels too good. Like when a hot tub is just a little too hot, but you still feel your muscles unclenching.

Jonah's pace increases, his thick, brutally hard cock thrusting inside me faster and deeper. There's no need to be afraid anymore, even when things are intense. I know that he's the one. That we're together for good.

Gripping the back of his short hair, I pull his head up from where he's nibbling on my nipple as he glides deep inside me.

"I love you," I whisper as I stare deeply into his eyes. "I just wanted to say it first this time."

He grins, the faint crinkles around his eyes deepening. "I love you so much, baby." His pace slows and he pulls almost all the way out, then eases inside so gradually that I gasp.

"And as soon as your wrist heals, we're gonna start physiotherapy to build up the strength in your left hand."

"So I can hold on for dear life when I'm riding you in bed?"

"That, plus you're going to be lifting a very large diamond on that hand every day for the rest of your life."

It was clear from the second we met that Jonah is a very serious person. I know he's not teasing. My hand slides down and underneath his arm to grip the back of his shoulder. "You know, you're very handsome for a crazy dude with no impulse control."

Now it's his turn to growl before rubbing his nose against mine. "Baby, you have no idea how much I'm holding back."

A deep tremble runs through me. He's not kidding about this, either. As soon as my injuries have healed, I can just imagine how wild my mountain man is going to be.

I already know that he's going to take me in every room of the house, and in his truck, and on the forest trails. I'm going to become one of those women who always keeps an extra pair of panties in her purse, just in case.

Jonah thrusts harder, shattering my already fragmented train of thought. I didn't think his huge cock could get any thicker, but it feels like it does as his breath becomes slightly choppy. His hand slides to my breasts, then tugs gently at my nipples while I moan. Sparks of pleasure zing through me as I feel the pressure building fast.

The sensations are so intense. Are they really supposed to be so big? I can't believe that this kind of instant bonding is quite natural.

Just when I'm wishing I had a bit more pressure, Jonah's hand slides down between us, his thumb flicking across my clit.

"Fuck, how do you always know what I need?" I gasp.

"Because I was born to take care of you."

My laugh is cut off when he melds his mouth to mine. There are no more words, just pure raw sensation. His driving thrusts become rougher as he presses against my clit, rocking my body with his hips. Our kiss becomes frantic, uneven, both of us gasping yet not wanting to pull away.

An odd pang of pride blossoms through my chest as I feel Jonah losing control. I did that . This stoic, surly mountain man wants and needs me so much that he actually loses himself. It's strange, but it fills me with confidence.

My heels dig into the bed, hips thrusting up to meet him stroke for stroke, encouraging him on.

"Yeah," he grunts, gripping me hard. Three more savage strokes then we both cry out – mine a soft fluttery cry, and his a gritty growl. " Mine . My precious baby."

My pussy clenches hard around his shaft, squeezing him, milking him, as I feel his hot come shoot inside me. The climax tumbles over me like an ocean wave, leaving me almost dizzy as I sprawl under him.

Jonah rolls carefully to the side, as I snuggle against him. "That…" He shakes his head. "I mean, damn , girl."

"So eloquent. I was thinking the same thing."

My hand drifts down his chest to trace along his glistening abs. "After a workout like that, it's a shame we can't order more pizza for delivery."

"We just had?—"

My finger drops to his lips. "Didn't you say that the calcium in cheese was excellent for healing hairline fractures?"

His voice is muffled as he mutters, "I said nothing of the sort."

" So weird. Because that's what I heard."

His teeth nip at my finger, then he pulls me closer, stroking my hair. "If it will make my sweet girl happy, I'll put in a pizza oven."

"Really?"

"Yes, as long as I can get you a pizza paddle with an extremely long handle, and you promise not to burn yourself."

"I'm not that accident prone, you know."

He grins. "Could have fooled me. And you fell for me. There's clearly something wrong with you."

"It's all the river's fault for making me fall in the first place."

Jonah stares up at the ceiling. "And now I have to go thank the river. What a world."

"Yes, but it's our world," I laugh.

"Damn straight, baby. Ours. Forever."