Page 45 of The Naughty List

I might pass out.

“Breathe, Hollis,” he says softly. “Lean back.”

I do as I’m told, inhaling deeply and leaning back to prop on my elbows.

If this is happening, I am damn sure watching.

Jonah’s fingers tighten on my inner thighs as he trails kisses from my belly button to my mound of bundled nerves. When his tongue dips down to stroke my clit, I cry out and my head falls backward involuntarily.

My back is on fire as if someone has ignited my spine like a lit fuse.

“You like that?” His eyes flash to mine. I nod. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

Much like our kiss, his tongue is tentative at first, then aggressive, then relentless.

I writhe on the counter as he assaults my most sensitive flesh, simultaneously trying to escape the overwhelming sensations and get closer for more of his oral attention.

When one of his fingers plunges deep inside me, an animalistic noise comes from deep in my throat.

The tension building in my core unravels, tearing through me in one violent wave of ecstasy.

My hips thrust on their own accord, my hands pulling at his hair as I come.

Jonah is suddenly wild, no longer carefully controlling each stroke of his tongue. He’s a starving man, devouring me like his last meal all the way through my orgasm.

“I want to fuck you, Hollis,” he growls once I come back to Earth. “Tell me that’s okay. Tell me you want me inside you,” he pleads, a desperate burning man before me.

I do want him. But I’m also scared of disappointing him. He just made me come in two minutes for goodness sakes. I’m so far out of my depth here, it’s embarrassing. And slightly terrifying.

“I want you, Jonah. Inside me,” I admit.

“You’re shaking,” he observes, the first hint of hesitation on his face.

He’s right. I’m trembling noticeably.

“I’m nervous. I’ve never…”

“Had sex on a kitchen counter?”

I bite my lip and shift my gaze away from his intense one. “Had sex, um, anywhere. Ever.”

His eyes go wide. “Shut up.” He gives a slight shake of his head. “There’s no way. You’re fucking gorgeous and you’re twenty-four.”

“You’ve met my brothers. And I live with my parents. Between that, working for you and at the bar these past two years, there hasn’t exactly been a lot of time to get involved with anyone.”

Jonah’s chest expands with the effort he’s making to breathe normally. His ink distracts me momentarily.

I want to lick every inch of it.

And so I shall.

He stands completely still while I wrap myself around him, kissing and licking his chest and neck as I please.

His scent and the taste of his skin heats my blood, warming me all over once more.

When I reach his mouth, he pulls back.

“I’ve never been anyone’s first,” he tells me gently. “I don’t know that I should be yours.”