I smiled. She was so beautiful in the morning, her blond hair in messy tangles on the pillow.
“I’m sorry. But we need to talk.”
She shot up. “Is everything okay?”
I took her into my arms. “Yes. I have some new information and a lot to tell you.”
“I have a lot to tell you too.”
“You do?”
“Yes. You won’t believe what I found out.”
“And baby, you won’t believe what I found out. Let’s take a quick shower, and we can talk before we go over to Talon’s.”
She smiled seductively. “All right. Except for one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t really relish a quick shower.”
Chapter Eleven
Melanie
Jonah sprinkled a few drops of lavender oil in the shower and turned on the water. Within a few seconds, a fragrant, steamy paradise surrounded us.
We hadn’t slept much, but that was okay. I was home, where I wanted—needed—to be. Jonah was here, stepping into the shower behind me and then pulling me into his arms for a passionate kiss.
I opened for him, as I always did, and welcomed his tongue into my mouth. Unlike last night, the kiss was full of the desire and passion that was the norm for kisses between Jonah and me. We ravished each other’s mouths, both giving and taking, surrendering to the love and passion between us. When I broke the kiss to take a much-needed breath, his dark eyes were full of fire, full of lust, full of desire. His skin was red from the heat of the shower, and his larger-than-life cock stood out proudly.
Without hesitation, he lifted me and sank me down upon his hardness.
I moaned. The sweet stretching, the purposeful joining—it was all so perfect.
This was where I belonged. This was where I would take myself back. With this man at my side.
I cupped his cheeks, staring into those dark eyes full of love. “I love you,” I said. “I love you so much, Jonah.”
He groaned. “God, baby, I love you too. How did I ever think I could exist without you?”
“You don’t have to.” And then I unraveled around him, my orgasm spiraling me upward, until every cell in my body was tingling. I breathed in, the lavender infusing through me as my body pulsated around the man I love.
Jonah’s hips pistoned frantically as he plunged in and out of me. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Come all over me.”
Then he thrust into me so hard, I almost believed he touched my heart and my soul.
As he shuddered, my climax soared again, and we flew together over the tops of the Rocky Mountains, releasing, flying.
When his trembling finally ceased, I slid off of him, against his hard body, my head tucked into his wet shoulder. We stayed there for a few timeless moments, the hot water pelting us, and I listened to his heart thudding against his chest. My own beat in synchrony with his.
And that’s when I knew the truth.
Jonah Steel and I could get through anything, as long as we were together.
* * *
Once we were dressed, I made a pot of coffee in the kitchen while Jonah took care of Lucy. Then he sat at the table, and I brought over two mugs of the fresh brew.