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Jonah

I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as Susie Grove.

If I thought she was delicious before, she’s even sweeter now that we’re both on the same page, now that we’ve agreed that this is going somewhere, really going somewhere.

Any doubts I’d still been holding onto and any reservations lingering in the back of my mind disappear completely. There’s only this. Only her and the impossibly heady sense of triumph at the confirmation that she wants this, too—wants me, wants us.

I deepen the kiss, devouring her breathy moan and answering it with a growl, body roaring back to life after our brief rest.

Our kiss is interrupted, however, by the sound of Susie’s stomach rumbling.

A low, unhappy grumble lodges itself in the back of my throat. “I’m sorry, I should have gotten you something for dinner before we—”

She interrupts me with a laugh, shaking her head as she pulls away. “I think we’re both to blame for that.”

She’s not wrong, but it still doesn’t sit right with me that she came here, to my home, and I didn’t have the decency to slow down and be a good host.

Susie sits up in bed, holding the sheet to her chest, and smiles down at me. “I don’t really, uh, feel like going out anywhere. Not after… all of that. Maybe we could order something in?”

A gorgeous blush climbs her cheeks.

“All of that?” I can’t help but tease her, a shot of desire pounding through me when I remember how well she’s always responded to a bit of sensual taunting, a reminder of the earthy, carnal connection we share and how I never want her to shy away from it.

“You mean, after how well you took my cock? How rough you let me fuck you?”

She swallows hard. “Yeah, that.” That blush of hers deepens, the scent of her arousal blooms, but she shakes her head. “And since I’m not sure I’m going to be able to wait long for round two, maybe we could—”

“I… I’ve got dinner,” I mutter, feeling the creep of a blush on my own cheeks, the reminder that I still need to properly care for her, and shove all thoughts of round two aside. “I was planning to make this an actual date. You know, before you jumped me and derailed those plans.”

I’m not sure where the embarrassment is still coming from, this deep desire to be earnest and affectionate and caring with her, to make myself vulnerable with her when I’m so out of practice.

Any momentary discomfort evaporates in a second, though, when a wide, beautiful grin spreads across her lips.

“That sounds wonderful.”

We end up back in my living room, cuddled together on the couch with our empty plates on the coffee table after we polished off our servings of the pasta I ordered before she came over.

Susie’s wearing the shirt I had on earlier, and I didn’t bother grabbing another one, opting instead to pull on a pair of sweats and call it good.

It leaves me bare-chested, and though a few faint stirrings of that same old shame and the self-conscious urge to cover up still threaten to creep back in, I manage to keep them at bay.

It’s not all that hard to do, especially when Susie nestles into me and lays her cheek against my chest, brushing little kisses against my skin and letting out a happy, contented sigh when I wrap my arm around her and pull her close.

We talk about my trip home and her week at the Bureau. We make plans to go see a movie this week. It’s easy and natural and effortless, the exhale of the breath I’ve been holding for two years.

Even though it’s just the beginning and we still barely know each other, all things considered, something about it also feels… permanent. Like this night could be happening right now or next month or ten years from now.

Not that I want to hurry us up or miss any of the getting to know her along the way. I don’t want to take a single second for granted.

Especially when Susie shifts against me, and I glance down into the open vee of my shirt’s collar—the one she oh-so-helpfully left unbuttoned down to the tops of her breasts.

I shift, too, suddenly and painfully aware of the heat of her body against mine, the press of her cheek where it rests against my chest, the slight swell of her tits against my side, and the way the shirt has ridden up to the tops of her thighs.

She glances down at my lap and lets out an amused little snort.

“What?” I ask.

“You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”

I don’t know what to make of the question or of her raised, teasing brow, at least not until I follow her gaze down to my lap.

The gray sweats I’m wearing aren’t doing a whole hell of a lot to disguise the half-erection I’ve been sporting ever since we sat down and she scooted up next to me, quickly moving into full-erection territory.

I might be embarrassed about it, if it weren’t for the way Susie’s eyes have gone all half-hooded and hungry, mischievous as her fingers drift from my knee to my thigh, higher, brushing against the ridge of my cock.

A strangled groan catches in the back of my throat as her grip tightens and she strokes me once, twice, glancing up from under lowered lashes to watch herself unravel me.

“Fuck, baby,” I breathe, eyes drifting shut. “That feels so…”

My words trail off when I realize her teasing strokes have stopped. I peel my eyes open and find her looking at me, gaze widened with surprise, a blush spreading up her cheeks.

“What?” I ask, stomach dropping.

“ Baby ,” she whispers, then shakes her head. “I…”

Shit.

It was really weird to just drop a nickname on her, wasn’t it? I think I said it while I was fucking her, too, though it’s pretty damn hard to remember anything I might have inadvertently let slip while I had my cock in her.

I immediately try to backtrack. “Don’t like it? I won’t call you that if—”

She shakes her head again, more adamant this time as that impossibly adorable blush continues to stain her cheeks and neck.

“I like it.”

Fuck, I love the sound of that little whisper. Almost as much as I like the way she looks so damn flustered, her bottom lip caught between her teeth and the scent of her arousal rising heady and delicious between us.

“Yeah?” I grip her hips and tug her over me until she’s straddled across my lap, holding her in place while I grind up into her. “You like it when I call you baby?”

“Yes,” she gasps, winding her arms around my neck and pressing her blunt little teeth into the side of my throat.

“Good,” I rumble, a deep, satisfied pleasure spreading through me. “Then tell me what you want, baby.”

Susie doesn’t answer right away.

She rolls her hips against me, and when the shirt slides a little higher on her hips, I realize she never put her underwear back on. Entirely bare except for my clothing, that satisfaction spikes deeper, harder as she grinds her bare pussy into my sweats-clad lap.

I’m fully fucking hard now—beyond hard, really, out of my damn mind for her and ready to toss her down on the sofa and lose myself in her—and with each roll of her hips and each bite and kiss and suck against my neck, my control gets thinner.

Stretched to its limit, I bury a hand in her hair and tip her head back gently to meet my eye.

“Tell me what you want, Susie.”

As much as I’d love to fuck her again, and even though she teased me earlier about going for round two, I know I’m not… small, and I know she might be sore or need some time to rest. I won’t push her for anything she doesn’t want or anything that feels less than incredible for her.

But Susie, who I’m beginning to strongly suspect will never cease to surprise me, surges forward and catches my lips in a deep kiss before pulling back, breathless.

“I want your cock.”

Well. I guess that answers that.

“You sure?” I ask, needing full confirmation she’s alright with it. “We don’t have to. If you’re sore from earlier, or if you’d rather wait and—”

She cuts off my words with a kiss, biting at my bottom lip as she pulls back.

“I’m sure.”

Keeping her firmly held against me, I stand from the couch, devouring her squeak of surprise as she wraps her legs around my hips. I walk us back into the bedroom, carrying her to the bed and pressing her into the mattress, letting her feel the weight and the length of me.

But apparently she’s got other ideas.

With a firm hand against my chest, she silently orders me off her. I comply, letting her lead as she eases me back onto the bed. Her hands find the waistband of my sweats and I respond immediately, helping her slide them off me. Heart in my throat, I lean up on my elbows so I can get a better look.

Susie kneels between my thighs and wraps a hand around my cock, giving me a few experimental strokes with a teasing, satisfied smile turning up the corners of her lips.

She leans over me, the ends of her hair brushing against my bare thighs in a light caress that sends a shiver of pleasure and anticipation through me.

When her tongue swipes over the head of me, lapping at the drop of precome poised right on the tip, I bite back a curse and can barely stop myself from thrusting into her hot, eager mouth.

Like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, how crazed she’s making me, Susie glances up from under lowered lashes—that smile of hers even sharper—before her full lips wrap around the head of my cock.

This time, there’s nothing I can do to stop my strangled moan or keep myself from reaching a hand up to tangle in her silk-soft hair as she works me into her mouth. She closes her lips around me and sucks, and my grip tightens, pulling a low hum of pleasure from the back of her throat.

I chase the sound, arching my hips up and nudging her forward, sliding deeper inside of her. I watch her beautiful face for any sign of discomfort, and when she pulls back with a gasp, I release my hold on her.

“Too much?”

She huffs a soft laugh, running a hand over her jaw. “We’re… we’re probably going to have to work on that a little.”