Page 89 of Hearts and Hidden Secrets

JONAH

“Why the shower?” Carson asked.

I laughed, surprised at that question. We’d just paused to rest after our second round. I had no idea the time, nor did I want to know. We’d been in the room all day. It could’ve been nighttime again by now. And if it was, I really didn’t want to know.

That meant I’d have to make some decisions, and I wasn’t ready.

Carson turned my way in bed, pulling the sheet over her.

I shrugged. “Better maneuverability for what I did in there.”

“Are you serious?”

I grinned. “Yeah.” I paused. “Wait, you enjoyed that, right?”

A slow smile was her response. Her cheeks pinked. “Oh yeah. I liked that a lot.”

“You’re shy.”

She nodded, not looking at me, and those cheeks remained pink. “I’d never done a few of those things. I mean, the sex, yes. The other stuff, no.”

I rolled closer. “You’ve never given a blow job?”

“Not like that.” Her cheeks went from pink to red. “I’ve never enjoyed it either.”

Warmth churned through me, and fuck , I liked hearing that—a whole ton. More than I thought possible.

I rolled to my back, resting my hand behind my head.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

My throat got full, but I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

I heard her moving, and she settled over me, sliding her hips over mine.

I was already hardening at the first movement, but as we came in contact, I was ready to go. My hands went to her hips and held her there, not pushing her away, but not letting her start to grind over me.

I closed my eyes, pain slicing through me. “It was like this with Melissa.”

She froze. A gargling sound ripped from her before she started to lift off of me.

I stopped her, holding her in place and moving her to my lap. Right in front of me. Her face to mine. Her eyes to mine. Her lips to mine.

She was trembling, and I didn’t think it was a good tremble this time.

Something new and deep moved through me. Pain intermixed with it. I felt a sudden, new tenderness right along with whatever was going on inside of me. I tucked a strand of hair behind Carson’s ear.

She jerked at the gentle touch, her eyes big and dark. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That she was the last.”

I shook my head. “She wasn’t the last.”

She went rigid again.

I smoothed my hand down her arm, going to her hip, and I urged her into a slow and sensual roll. She began moving with me.

“With you, it’s you,” I assured her. “It’s not her.”

She paused, her hands falling to my chest. “Oh.”

I reached over to the nightstand and pulled another condom out.

Her eyes held mine, not moving, and she took it from me. Opening it, she lifted herself up, and neither of us looked away as she rolled the condom over me and moved down on me.

She started—moving, rolling, riding—and as she did, neither of us looked away.

Not once.

This time felt different.