Chapter 17
Carla wanted Jonah so much, even more after hearing what he had been through. She hated everyone involved in that terrible situation that had hurt him. She even hated Katie for putting so much of her pain on Jonah before taking her own life.
The only way she could make him believe that she wanted him here and that her getting pregnant by accident wasn’t the end of the world was to show him that she was okay and that she needed him.
She rubbed him slowly, firmly, and she could see the strain on his face. “Fuck, Carla. You’re going to kill me.”
“I hope not. I have quite a bit of use for you.”
Finally, that got his mouth to curve into half a smile. Right before he rolled them both over and pinned her body open with his hips. She took the opportunity to pull the buttons on his jeans loose. He grunted when his cock got some freedom.
“If I was going to die, that would be the way I wanted to go.”
Carla wanted him to stop talking about death right about now. It reminded her that he had a dangerous job. The kind of job that someone with no one waiting for him at home would take without a second thought. Not the kind of job that someone with a family had.
But she had to put those kinds of thoughts out of her mind. This was about comforting him, giving him what he needed—showing him that she was right there for him.
She hooked her toes into the waistband of his jeans and jerked them down. He kicked them the rest of the way off while got to work on his boxers. She felt like he’d been keeping her waiting for days instead of the few hours since he got here. In reality, she’d been waiting since the last time, for seven weeks.
Once they were both naked, he held himself off of her. His cock nudged her thigh and she rolled up into his body, hoping he’d put her out of her misery. But he just stared at her like she was something wonderful and precious to him. Now that she knew that he expected to lose anyone who was important to him, she couldn’t handle him looking at her like that. As though she was going to evaporate if he didn’t hold her tight.
She kissed his mouth, pulling him closer to her with her hands and then roaming them over his broad shoulders. Her hands traveled down his sides over the muscle, sinew, and bone that made his weight against her body so deliciously solid.
She got so lost in feeling him that if she hadn’t been waiting so long—if she didn’t feel so empty without him inside her—she’d forget all about sex and kiss him for hours and days. But she needed him, and he must have heard her soft whimpers against his lips because his cock was at her entrance, just lingering there.
“I haven’t been with anyone.” His words were a whisper.
“I haven’t either.” He rubbed the head across her clit. She was so close she was ready to pant and beg. “Please, please, please.”
“You’re so greedy, but not like I first thought when we met. I like it that you’re greedy for my cock.” He pressed in, just a little, but not enough. She grabbed his ass to try to push him fully inside her, but he resisted, chuckling. “I love it when you make that little frustrated noise. Like you’re scared you’re not going to get what you want. I always want to give you everything you need, princess. But you have to tell me.”
Tell him what? He couldn’t possibly expect her to put words together when he was torturing her. Just some of him was torture. She wanted all of it, so hard and big that she would get scared for a second. So deep inside her that her eyes would water.
“C’mon, princess. Say the words so I can give you what you need.”
She made another frustrated whine and tried to pull him in again. “Please, Jonah. Come inside. I need you.”
The muscles along the back of his body shuddered against her hand, and he sank into her. He wasn’t too big for her, but he split her open with a million little explosions as the length of him caressed her and as the skin at the base of his cock stroked her clit every time he hit bottom.
She wanted to cry, but only because it felt so good. So delicious. “How do you have this much control?” Her breath was panty, but she needed to know.
He was caught off guard by her question, slowing. When she tried to pull him again, he levered up and put her hands over her head. “I’m used to not giving in. I did that for a long time.”
“But I want you now.” She pouted because he still hadn’t started up again. He examined her, trailing the hand that wasn’t restraining her over her breasts, ribs, and her belly before finding her clit with his thumb.
“Do I ever not give you what you need?” He rubbed, making a rhythm that had her back to that begging place again.
“You do. You do.”
“Then trust me.”
“I trust you. I do.” She trusted him totally. He’d always been so careful with her. Despite anything that might be in his past, despite the fact that they had wildly different personalities, she knew in her bones that he would keep her safe. There was something primal about the combination of his size and their chemistry. It transformed something that shouldn’t work into something that felt like home. It should be terrifying, but she wanted to get closer to the flames threatening to overtake them. She wanted to be bowled over by the force of it.
His hand stilled, and she whined again. She hated that he had this much control over her body, but she knew he needed that right now. She knew him better than she ought to after spending a couple of days with him.
“Trust me to give you what you need.” Finally, he sank back inside her and fucked her like he intended to finish it.
“Yes, Jonah. Yes.”
“I love hearing you say my name, princess.”
She didn’t even flinch when he used the l-word. They weren’t in love; it was too soon for that. Saying she was in love with him would be even crazier that trying to make a relationship with the guy who’d knocked her up work. A guy who knocked her up who could die any time he left home to go to work. But realistic worries about their future had no place right now when he was driving them both into an apocalyptic orgasm—one that could change the landscape of the earth.
He lost control and pumped faster and harder. Every atom inside her curled up and burst out, frying half her brain cells until she felt drunk and drowsy. As soon as she clenched his cock tight and cried out, he reared back and pressed into her one last time. She felt him come inside her for the second time, and she didn’t have words for how good that felt.
Before he rolled off of her, he kissed her. He thanked her, and she started to cry.
Everything in her chest warmed and softened. She wanted to hold him so tight, forever. She wanted him so much it ached in her. When he held her close and kissed the back of her neck, she wondered if she could keep him here.