“N-not here.”
“My body is providing cover, I promise.” He placed his lips against hers, desperate for a taste of her. His tongue swiped over her bottom lip, and he felt her shudder against him. “Trust me, kitten,” he insisted.
When she didn’t protest, Jonas took his hands out of her jacket and brought them around to cup her ass. “When you’re alone in the dark, do you finger yourself?” He moved his hips up and down. Shit, even through the denim, Jonas swore he could feel the heat of her pussy. “Do you slide those pretty fingers in deep and play?” he asked, needing to know if she was as crazy for him as he was for her. “Do you wish it were my cock instead, kitten?”
Deanna moaned and arched her neck. Jonas’s blood heated as he stared at the regal line of Deanna’s neck exposed to him. He touched her vein with his tongue and laved her. “Tell me what you do to yourself. Tell me now, girl.” He hadn’t meant to sound so demanding, but he was beyond reasoning.
“Yes, I use my fingers and I ... imagine it’s you.”
“Christ, that’s a pretty visual.” Jonas reached between them and went to work on the front of her jeans. In seconds, he had them open and his hand inside. His thumb grazed her clit through the silky panties she wore. He was tempted to look down to see what color she wore today, but he didn’t want to break the spell around them.
“Look at me, Deanna.” Her eyes fluttered open, and Jonas felt triumphant when her warm mocha gaze landed on him. He pinched her clit, then used two fingers to caress her slit. Her panties were already damp, and his mouth watered for another taste of her cream. “You’re wet, kitten. Did this hot, little pussy miss me?”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said, her breathing labored. “My Lord, anyone could come along.”
Jonas continued to slide his fingers up and down, touching and teasing her through the soaked material. “Yeah, they could. But isn’t that part of the thrill?”
Deanna’s gaze filled with wicked intent as she moved one hand out of his hair and slid it down the front of his chest and to his abs. She didn’t stop until she’d reached his cock. When she cupped him through his jeans, Jonas cursed. “Jesus, girl, don’t push me. I swear I’ll fuck you right where you stand.”
“Not until Miami, remember?”
He widened his stance to give her better access. When her hand moved up and down, massaging his length, he lost all reason. “Damn it,” he bit out before slamming his mouth down over hers. His tongue coaxed the seam of her lips until she surrendered and gave him entrance. Ah, now that’s what he needed. Deanna’s unique brand of sweet, innocent passion.
At the first easy touch of his tongue to hers, Jonas felt her legs quiver, as if she could barely hold herself upright. He wrapped one arm around her waist and held her steady while he plundered and explored. He flicked her clit, then stroked her pussy with his fingers. Deanna’s small hand squeezed his cock. Goddamn that felt good. Jonas had to grit his teeth against the need to shove his pants down to his knees and give her free rein—to hell with public indecency laws.
When he plucked at her clit, he felt the throbbing of her body’s hungry response to his ministrations. Something inside him shifted as he watched her climb higher and higher, her hand on his dick pumping faster. He knew then that no other man could ever touch her in the same way and live. The desire she kept hidden from the world was for him.
Without hesitation, Jonas delved beneath the waistband of Deanna’s panties and encountered wet, silky skin. His nostrils flared to life as he
picked up her succulent scent. “Mmm, such a sweet kitty,” he murmured as he fondled and toyed with the little nub of her desire. Dipping two fingers deep, he finger-fucked her. Without warning, her inner muscles tightened.
“Jonas,” she pleaded, removing the hand she had cupped around his dick in favor of clutching onto his shoulders instead, as if desperately needing the support.
“That’s it, Deanna, let it go. I’ve got you,” he soothed.
As if she’d simply been waiting for his permission, Deanna exploded all around his fingers. Jonas quickly covered her mouth and swallowed her screams. The feel of Deanna coming undone in his hands was the sweetest thing in the world.
As he lifted his head, his fingers still buried deep, Jonas caught her watching him, a sexy little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. He kissed her cheek. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that once again you got shortchanged. And I’m starting to think that where you’re concerned, I’m way too easy.”
Jonas slowly removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth. “That’s not the way I see it,” he replied in a voice gone raw with desire as he sucked each digit clean. “Licking your juices will keep me satisfied until Friday, believe me.” Then he cupped her chin in his palm. “And as long as I’m the only man you’re easy with, then I don’t see the problem.”
Deanna remained silent, unmoving. Her eyes, those deep brown pools of chocolate, seemed to see clear into his soul. After a few seconds, she said, “I also think that I have a lot of making up to do when we reach Miami.”
He grinned in anticipation. “And I think I’m seriously going to enjoy every second of it too.”
Jonas kissed her, keeping it brief so as not to get distracted, then went about buttoning and zipping her jeans. When she removed her hands from his shoulders and stepped back, Jonas missed the connection instantly. “Soon we’re going to be in a bed doing this, and there won’t be any of this dressing and leaving afterward either.”
“At this point, I’m not sure Miami is all that necessary.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at the pavement. “We could just, you know, go back to your place.”
Hell of an idea, Jonas thought. Then he remembered why he wanted her out of the state to begin with. He took her head between his hands and urged her to look at him. With her gaze on him once more, Jonas gave her the unvarnished truth. “We could find a bed if that’s what you really want. But I don’t want a quick lay. I want more from you than that.”
“You want to prove that you aren’t a player.”
He nodded. “I won’t stand here and tell you that sex isn’t on my mind. Where you’re concerned, it’s pretty much always on my mind. But in my gut I know we can have more than that.”
“And what if—”