Jonas (Darkness #7)(15)

“I can free you of this life, Emmy. I can take you back with me, tracker or no. Sasha will be able to get you free of whatever magic holds you, and if she can’t do it in time, the Boss will eagerly await these dirty Europeans. If they come to us, we won’t have to bother going to them.”

Her little hand drifted through the air. It landed softly on his shoulder. A shot of electrical current blasted through his body. He couldn’t help his moan.

“You didn’t get hard for Darla,” she said quietly. “She was all over you—and she’s… her—and you didn’t get hard.”

“She’s a bitch.”

That hand lightly rubbed across his shoulder and up his neck. Her thumb lightly traced the stubble on his jaw. Delicious shivers racked his body. “She said you were selective.”

“I don’t have time for idiots.”

“You’re hard right now.”

Jonas gulped. “Yes. Very. You’re driving me crazy. Which I get. Don’t get me wrong, but—“

Emmy bent toward him. Her face came down slowly. He stayed perfectly still as she let her lips trail across his. His eyes drifted closed, savoring that sweet touch. Feeling the blissful current that vibrated through his lips and down through his body.

“Do you always need to be hit?” she murmured against his mouth.

“Apparently not.”

He could feel her lips curl up into a smile before she bent forward and deepened the kiss. He opened his mouth to her, allowing her to slip her tongue inside and playfully explore. Letting her take the lead. She tasted like apples and sage. Her hands slipped down his shoulders and across his chest. Warmth radiated on his skin. Tingles spread across his flesh.

“I will get you out of here, somehow,” she whispered as she backed up. “Tomorrow. I’ll get you out.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll… figure it out.”

“No.” His harsh voice filled the room. “We’ll get out together. Call the Boss. No, call Sasha. She’s damn pushy when she’s riled up. Call her, tell her where we are, and give her the situation. When they show up, we can make our way out.”

“I don’t have a phone. I don’t have any connection with the outside world.”

Jonas stared up at those sorrowful blue eyes. “How have you not gone crazy and killed everyone in your sight?”

A melancholy smile graced her lips. “How? What’s a whip against magic? Like I said, they track me down and find me. Nathanial doesn’t like his property going missing.”

“Nathanial is going to die before this is through. That I will guarantee you,” Jonas growled. “Not one of these buggers is escaping without answering for this.”

“You’re sweet.”

“Not really. Actually… not at all. I’m an *. But a determined *.”

She laughed and slowly, hesitantly, lowered onto his lap. “I shouldn’t do this.”

“Please do that,” Jonas begged.

Her warm body covered him. Her arms snaked around his neck. “The first time I leaned close to you, I expected you to spit on me. Or bite me or something. Usually that’s the first line of defense when a man’s hands are tied.”

“Hmm.” Jonas leaned forward and captured her lips. He groaned when she moved further up his lap. The warmth between her legs rested on his erection. Only a mostly sheer piece of fabric separated them.

“You haven’t been like anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Usually that’s a good thing.” He deepened the kiss. Needing more of her. Taking whatever she would give him. Knowing she had to do this at her own pace, and really liking that that pace was a fast one. She was part his race, after all.

She half-stood above him while staying bent over so their lips continued to touch. She hiked her dress to her waist. “Here goes nothin’,” she murmured.

She sat down slowly. Her hands on his shoulders were shaking. Her breath hitched and caught in her throat. Her eyebrows dipped. Fear crept into her eyes as she backed up to connect with his gaze.

“Don’t do this if you don’t want to. Males will always beg and plead—it doesn’t mean you have to give in.”

He’d coaxed that small smile again. Her body sat down ever so slowly. Her wetness touched his hot tip. Fire erupted through his body. “Oh f*ck.”

She kept going down. His manhood slipped past her folds and slowly, painfully slowly, entered her tight, hot sheath.

“Oh—“ His eyes rolled back in his head. His heart hammered, pounding on his ribs. He couldn’t seem to get enough breath. His whole body was tight, desperate for more. For all of her.

“Are you okay?” he asked through a tight throat. His whole body was flexed. All he wanted to do was thrust upward and then explode. He didn’t have long. The first time with this female and he’d turn out to be a one-pump chump.

He hoped she didn’t tell anyone. Charles would never let him live that down.

“Yes. Surprisingly… very okay,” she said softly as she started to move. Her hips rocked forward and back. Forward and back. The friction was pounding pleasure into his body. Nothing but pleasure. No residual pain. No stingy cuts or throbbing, aching areas. Just pure, sweet pleasure.