Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(23)
I knew that sleep well. I had slept like that for the entire month. Wanting him next to me.
I swiftly scooped Lucy’s tiny frame into my arms when she jumped up, wagging her furry tail. Giving her lots of love, I scratched behind her ears as I strode quietly into my bathroom. I quickly did my business, brushing my teeth and using the restroom, and then I changed into a simple pink camisole and shorts pajama set. Carrying Lucy back to bed, I smoothly climbed up and gently tugged the covers over me, placing Lucy down at our feet. She instantly rotated in a circle on the fluffy cover and flopped down, watching as I rolled against Jonathan’s arm on my side of the bed.
He grumbled unintelligibly, but a beat later, one of his eyes flew open.
I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do.
Jonathan stared. Blinked. He closed his eye and lifted his arm. His warm palm landed on the small of my back, and he yanked me roughly against him. I grunted softly and instantly wrapped my arm under his and around to his back, holding him tight, and even threw a leg over his, pressing myself against his familiar warmth and cool soap scent. Peace and relief coursed through my veins as I snuggled my head under his chin.
He grunted again, readjusted the smallest bit, wrapping me even tighter in his arms and curling his legs around mine, his voice rough and quiet from sleep. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I whispered softly. I hesitated but kissed his heated collarbone softly. “So much.”
His muscles tightened as he hugged me close, then he tipped his head down and gently kissed the top of my head. “I am sorry about today. I know it surprised you.”
“I know.” I didn’t want to think about him kissing Isaac. I had been diligently ignoring it all night, and doing a damn fine job of it. Ever so slowly, I tilted my head back, staring up into his black eyes shimmering from the moonlight. “Thank you for staying.”
Jonathan watched me, his expression silent and void. Until his gaze softened. He tilted his head down gradually, edging closer…so close. His lips hovered over mine, his dark eyes unyielding, holding me captive as I started to pant, my breasts pressing against his chest with every inhale. His movements were unhurried as he eliminated the space between our mouths, his lips pressing against mine.
I trembled with adoration and relief—and sorrow—holding him close, my small nails dragging across the flexing muscles of his back as he pressed his wide lips more dominantly on mine. His exhale was just as shaky as mine was as we closed our eyes at the feeling of us together again. Having him gone, all of his quirks, it all missing, had damn near broken me this month.
My chin trembled as he angled his head differently.
I kissed him back with all I had to give. But his body tensed against me.
A quiet moment passed with him frozen.
He groaned deep inside his chest a beat later, then I was lying flat on my back with a lethally dominate Jonathan on top of me. His lips ate at mine hungrily even as he swiftly wiped the few tears off my temple that had shed from my closed eyes. He grunted, thrusting one hand into my hair, tilting my head roughly to deepen our embrace, our mouths opening, and our tongues gliding against the other’s, Jonathan only pulling his mouth back to mutter, “I’ve missed this so much, Peanut. So much.”
“Same here,” I whimpered softly, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms tightly around his neck, keeping him close. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know,” he moaned, then jerked his head back the barest bit from my mouth, glancing to his right. “Lucy, get down.” Our furball just stared at us, having trekked up by our heads, her tail wagging merrily. Her butt lifted into the air and she growled quietly, playfully. Jonathan choked on a chuckle. “This is not the time.” He raised a hand from my hip and lifted her gently, and every so carefully leaned us as he placed her on the floor, patting her head. “Go play. Mommy and daddy are busy.”
“Go,” I hushed her, shooing a hand. “Go find your chew bone. I think it’s still in the kitchen.”
She just cocked her black head and stared at us with her adorable brown eyes.
“Sorry, Lucy,” Jonathan muttered, then rolled us so I was on my back again, his lips on mine with a deep moan. One of his hands cradled the back of my head, the other gliding under my top and over my stomach. His palm slid up, cupping my bare breast. He groaned as I gasped under him, pressing up into his touch and stroking my mouth over his in urgent need. “I still want to see that underwear you were talking about earlier.”
“Another day,” I mumbled, biting at his succulent bottom lip. My hands ran over his shoulders, and then down his sides, aiming for his ass. Random squeaks started from outside my room. I grinned. “She found her chew toy. She won’t bother us for a while.”
Jonathan grunted, slanting his head to start nipping down my jaw. He rolled his thumb over my pebbled nipple, and I trembled under him, a soft moan escaping my lips. Though I whined softly when he paused, frozen solid over me, turning rigid utterly and completely. His eyes narrowed before he removed his hand from my breast and swiftly pulled the hem of my camisole down.
“Sweetie?” I mumbled, yanking on his hair to try to look into his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
He cursed quietly and stared in the direction of the straight-back plush pink striped chair in the corner next to the largest window. His tone was entirely agitated. “Goddammit, Isaac.”