Need You for Keeps (Heroes of St. Helena, #1)(54)

“You first.” He smiled, his hands giving a gentle tug on the belt at her waist. The fabric untwined itself and the dress parted right up the middle, exposing a strip of bare skin, but Jonah held it there, staring at a hint of flesh and black lace.

The longer he looked, the harder he became beneath her, and the hotter she got until she was sure she was one breath away from an orgasm. An orgasm she desperately deserved.

“Jonah,” she said, her hands going for the edges of the dress.

“Give me a minute,” he begged. Begged. “I only get to do this once.”

He wasn’t going to get to do it at all if he didn’t move along. With a long exhale, he slowly pulled the dress open, and the look on his face was worth it.

“Holy Christ, I knew you were . . .” He traced a finger over the lace edging and to the clasp in the middle. “Damn, Trouble. This is better than I imagined. And trust me when I say I’ve been imagining so much lately that I am afraid this might not last long.”

“Then I guess we’d better get to it,” she said, giving a shimmy of the shoulders and sending the dress puddling to the floor.

“Yes, ma’am.”

In one breath his hands were on her ass, pulling her to him and flipping them around until she was on the couch and he was on his knees before her. Looking his fill while completely clothed.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting to it,” he said firmly, and before she could object, his shirt was on the floor, his pants unzipped, while his gaze roamed up her body, locking on hers. “Now, you going to let me do my job? Or do I need to pull out the cuffs?”

The only answer he got from her was a moan, low and throaty, and so needy she would have been embarrassed if that talented mouth of his wasn’t doing an insane little nip and flick combination a scant millimeter above the little bow of her panties.

His hands skimmed up her legs to her thighs, pressing them wider so he could maneuver himself into place. Shay knew that he didn’t need cuffs, Jonah could control every inch of her body with a single touch. He knew how to touch her in a way that had her heart waving the surrender flag.

“Jonah,” she whispered, because all of this warmth collecting around her chest wasn’t part of the deal.

“I got ya,” he said and then his mouth was on the move, going lower and lower and lower still. Everything in its path tightening until—he gave that same little nip and flick combo right up the center of her lace.

“Jonah.” This time his name was a plea of a different kind.

“Right here, Trouble,” he chuckled, and in case she wasn’t clear where here was, he did it again, this time pulling the panties to the side so all she got was hot skin on deliciously hot skin.

Shay lay back—she couldn’t help it. What the man was able to do with just his mouth was lethal. And his hands . . . strong and oh-so capable, they skillfully tracked over every inch of her body, visiting all the good parts twice, driving her completely out of her mind and bringing her right to the point of no return.

Only he kept bringing her there, then backing off.

She lifted her hips, showing him exactly what she needed, because he was right there and she was so ready. God, so ready. All he had to do was go a little bit harder or softer and he would hit the sweet spot. But these kisses weren’t sweet, which was fine with Shay, since she wasn’t feeling very sweet. She was achy and worked up and in need of something that seemed to be getting farther and farther from reach with each swipe of his tongue.

“Now,” she moaned, hoping that verbal communication would spur him into action.

“Soon,” was his only response, followed by a chuckle.

“This isn’t funny,” she groaned. “Nothing about slowly being driven crazy is remotely funny to me.”

“Tell me about it,” he said, sounding a little crazed himself, a little out of control—and man, was it a turn-on. Jonah slowly losing control was about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

“This”—he whispered while slipping three fingers into her swollen, wet flesh, curling them until they hit the money spot, sending a million tingles racing through her body at once, with no exit in sight—“is how crazy I feel every time I see you.”

“Then come and be crazy with me,” she said.

“Soon.” He gave her one final kiss, the perfect kiss, gentle and demanding and everything she needed, his fingers hitting the spot he’d been teasing around for what felt like eternity, and then she exploded. He literally drove her right out of her mind and over the edge and into the best orgasm of her life.

She cried out, his name slipping so freely from her lips it should have startled her, but her body was too busy trembling from the aftershocks of sheer pleasure for her mind to function properly. In fact, she felt so good she couldn’t have made a coherent thought to save her life.

Jonah stirred and she slowly opened her eyes, realizing she was on her back, the couch beneath her and Jonah on top. And they were somehow both completely naked. A condom wrapper on the floor.

“Now?” she asked.

“Yeah, Trouble.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “Now.”

He entered her in one long thrust, letting her get used to the delicious pressure. After a moment, he began moving inside of her, sure and strong, and if she thought he was a master with his mouth, well, sweet baby Jesus, this was even better than before—and that had been the best orgasm of her life.