Chances (Mystic Nights #1)(21)

“Oh yes. Dad is retired now. But Mom still writes for the local paper, The Lantern Hill Gazette.” She smiled at him across the table. He had finished eating awhile ago, and was waiting patiently for her to finish. She pushed her plate away after setting her cutlery on it. A waiter appeared out of nowhere to snatch their dishes away.

“Dessert?” he asked. Jonathan looked to her, and when she shook her head in the negative, his smile got even broader, sexier, if that were possible. It made her shudder in anticipation. The waiter silently slipped the bill onto the table and left giving them a moment. Jonathan slid his credit card inside, and once more the waiter appeared out of thin air to collect it and left to go settle the debt.

“Jonathan, what about your father?” she asked, broaching what had so far not been discussed at all.

His smile faltered briefly. He cleared his throat before he sat back in his seat. The waiter reappeared and dropped the folded leather case the credit card had been placed in and left. “My father, according to my mother, was a wonderful man she met in college. In fact, he fathered all of us. He was in and out of my mother’s life, and she loved him. But other than that, she won’t say. She has only told us that it was a whirlwind romance that lasted two years. She didn’t see him for quite some time, and fate had thrown them together once more. That’s where they reconnected when she was finished school, but his life was elsewhere.” Jonathan’s short speech was delivered quickly.

Aliya didn’t want to press for more. If he knew more, he would share when he felt comfortable. But she had learned a few things. The whole reservation had always been curious about Tawny Sassacus and her children. While growing up everyone assumed the man had died. But no one asked. It wasn’t the way of her people. Ages ago, it was the mother’s lineage they always looked to anyhow. But the knowledge that all four were fathered by the same man was new information. Many assumed the girls had a different father than the brothers.

Jonathan quickly pulled his credit card from the leather sleeve, after signing the bill and writing in a generous tip. As he returned his credit card to his wallet, he asked in a smokier tone, “Are you ready, Aliya?” At her shy nod, he smiled.

She didn’t know what came next after a date like this, with a man like Jonathan Sassacus, but the husky tone and the smoldering look he gave her as he took her arm and escorted her to the coat check gave her some idea. His hand on the small of her back was doing things to her that she knew by now, only he could satisfy.





Chapter 9




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Jonathan did not even ask to come in when he escorted her to the door of her small home, he simply followed her inside. He helped her to remove her coat, and then flung his onto her sofa while taking in her small, but tastefully decorated home. It suited her. The furniture wasn’t overly large, but it looked comfortable and worn.

But he wasn’t interested in her home right then. It was the woman he’d spent the evening with that interested him now. By the time she turned around his eyes were already smoldering. He began to approach her like a man stalking its prey and surefooted she backed up towards her bedroom with him following her all the way.

Aliya knew what he wanted. And she wanted it too. No words needed to be spoken. The look each of them gave the other as they approached her front door was the only communication they needed. They both knew what was coming next. They were good at this. Being together.

He gave her room a brief glance admiring the tranquil blues, but the moment she reached for the zipper on the side of her dress, she had his focus once more. He stopped her. He wanted to do this. Undress her. His woman.

Covering her hands with his, he helped her to unzip the dress and then helped her by pulling the sleeves down. The simple dress she had chosen to wear that evening instantaneously pooled at her feet. And when she stood before him, glorious legs, flat stomach, breasts heaving in her black lacy demi bra, he was riveted. Her panties matched the set, and he appreciated that too. For a moment. His cock throbbed as he began to remove the tie at his collar.

Aliya watched him in the glow of the lamp she had left on, admiring him just as he’d admired her. He dropped the tie next to her dress, and removed his suit jacket. It was slow torture.

“Get on the bed, Aliya,” he commanded her as he began to unbutton his dress shirt. She did, but her eyes never left him.

She sucked in her bottom lip as more of his body was revealed to her. She didn’t know how he kept it so incredibly toned with all the hours he worked, but she appreciated it nonetheless. Before he unzipped his pants, he took out his wallet and placed it on her dresser, but not before removing several condoms.

She giggled. Like a teenager. There must have been at least six she quickly counted, but returned her gaze to the man before her. She didn’t want to miss a thing.

His pants were down and he stepped out of them, the evidence of his arousal already straining in his boxers. She scooted over to the center of her large four poster bed as he quickly slipped them off and climbed into the bed next to her.

The moment he turned to her, she could think of nothing but him. All her thoughts fled her except for the sensations he evoked deep down inside of her. His hand splayed across her flat stomach, stroking it, and then dipped down to her panties toying with the edge. Her body began to thrum and she pivoted her hips up to those long sexy fingers wanting the touch he was only hinting at. “You’re perfect,” he murmured before dipping his hand inside and cupping her wet *.