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She shivered beneath his touch and looked up at him. “Jonah.
Please, not my face.”

“Mindy. I won’t do anything you don’t like, okay? You can
trust me. Just let me say this one thing. You’re scarred and maybe that bothers
you, maybe it even makes others uncomfortable. Frankly, if it does, they can go
fuck themselves, but that’s neither here nor there at the moment. For me? It
makes you fierce. Beautiful. Strong. A survivor, a constant reminder to me that
you lived. That you’re here, real, and with me.”

If she really didn’t want to be touched there, then that
would be the end of it. Somehow he’d keep his hands off her face even though he
burned to memorize her features, to know if the skin beneath her eyes felt as
smooth as it looked.

“Touch me.” She swallowed and the muscles in her throat
clenched. “Touch me anywhere.” Her lips curved into a smile. “If you still want
to.”

He shuddered. “Yes. I still want to.”

Jonah fumbled with her shirt and she eventually had to help
him get it over her head. Her bra was white and lacey. He fingered the soft material
that was nothing in comparison to the way her skin felt on the pads of his
fingers.

“Do you bathe in moisturizer?”

She blinked. “What?”

“You are just so darn soft. I’m trying to figure out how
that can be.”

Mindy blushed. “I never really thought of myself as being
soft.”

“Well you are.” He licked her neck and she giggled. “And
curvy in all of the right places. Just as a woman should be.”

He kissed her again and she met him tongue to tongue. She
made his senses go haywire. It was as if the entire world had ceased to exist
and all that he could see, smell, taste or even think about revolved around
Mindy.

Jonah couldn’t remember ever being so focused on another
human being before. Someone could bust in on him and kill him from behind. He
wouldn’t notice.

After he took one of her nipples in his mouth, she squirmed,
arching her back. The small bud peaked on his tongue and he bit down. A little
pain with her pleasure, if she didn’t mind.

Mindy sighed loudly. “Oh. Do that again.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes. I mean I can’t imagine that I actually like that,
being bit, but I do. Again, please.”

“My pleasure.” He gently bit down again and she dug her
fingers into his back. God, the way the woman moved. Every caress of her body
against his brought a surge of heat to his cock. His balls had already gotten
so hard they throbbed. If he didn’t find some self-control, and fast, this
would be over before it even got started.

Her breasts fit perfectly into his hands and he stopped to
admire the two twins. They were round and her nipples, which he loved having in
his mouth and intended to taste again many times before the end of the day,
were pink and pert.

“You’re looking at me as if you want to eat me up.” Her
voice had lowered.

“If I consumed you, I wouldn’t have you to play with
anymore.” With his fingertip, he traced her skin all the way down to her
bellybutton until he reached the top of her pants.

The rest of her clothes needed to come off. Now. He’d never
been a patient man. Seeing Mindy bared to his viewing had become priority
number one.

“You’re going to take off my jeans?” Her eyes sought his and
he got lost in her depths, wanting to know her every thought, every desire so
he could fulfill them.

“That was the plan.”

She sat up. “Not until you’re naked too.”

Jonah grinned. “It’s so easy to give you what you want when
it falls totally in line with my own desires. There’s nothing I want more than
to be pressed up against you.”

Jonah had sculpted abs without being buff and overwhelming. He
was all lean muscle and sharp edges. A tight ass completed the picture above
his tight thighs and large cock, which pointed in her direction, as it stood
erect.

Mindy had never experienced such intensity from a lover. He
seemed so completely focused on her, with a level of intensity she’d never
known.

He stood before her, totally naked, and she couldn’t think
any word but beautiful. Jonah would hate it if she said that. He’d probably say
something self-deprecating and never let her say another word about him again.
But he was. Beautiful. So much so that if she possessed an ounce of artistic
ability she’d try to capture him in some fashion.

Mindy chewed on her lip. Maybe he would let her photograph
him, with her cell phone. The idea made her mouth water. Naked pictures of
Jonah she could peruse whenever she wanted.

“What are you thinking about?” He swept his hand down the
front of her body, stopping to cup the outside her pussy.

“You. Naked. On my phone.”

He stopped moving. “Not gonna happen, babe. But you nude on
my mine has some possibilities.”

“Okay.” She giggled. “I guess we’re both going to have to
agree to stay away from each other with the cameras.”

“I make no promises.”

He licked her bellybutton and her pussy creamed. He groaned,
inserting his fingers deep inside her. Her muscles jolted from the unexpected
contact, having not had anything but her own fingers to stimulate them in six
months.

The calluses on Jonah’s hands only made the experience more
exciting. She rubbed against him until he found her clit. Suddenly, all she
could think about was finding completion. Right then and there, against Jonah’s
hand.

She reached out, finding his erection, and cupped him. He
hissed in his breath as she started stroking him, showing him with her own hand
just the speed she wanted him to pleasure her. Not too fast, not too slow.

He took his cue, which didn’t surprise her. Jonah probably
would have known what to do without her intervention.

“I want you so much.” His voice caressed her ears and his
cock jerked in her hand. She squeezed the tip and he moaned. “Don’t do that
again. I won’t make it. You’ll make me embarrass myself like a fifteen-year-old
boy.”

She, with her white hair and scarred face, turned him on
that much? A jolt of pure feminine satisfaction rocked her.

He kissed her grin and she met his tongue thrust for thrust,
wanting it to be their bodies that close and not just their mouths.

Jonah squeezed her clit and she bucked beneath him. Control
fled Mindy’s body. All she could do was ride the wave of pleasure his actions
created within her. Had she ever experienced an orgasm before? She didn’t think
so because right then, the surge, the pressure, the near pain of the whole
thing was just so…unexpected.

When it was over, she panted beneath him, her hand still
gripping his hard cock. She looked between them and grinned. If she ran her
fingers over it in the right way she could bring him right to where she was.

“Don’t even think of it, gorgeous. I’m not coming anywhere
but inside your tight pussy.”

She sucked in her breath. His words were coarse, but she
loved it. Of course, it might not be that she enjoyed hard, playful sex with
everyone; she might like it because it was Jonah she did it with.

Something to contemplate later
.

Mindy scooted out beneath him. Reaching to her right, she
pulled a condom out of her drawer and handed it to him.

He ripped open the foil and sheathed himself.

“I think you’re ready for me, gorgeous.” He kissed her
again. “I really can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Then do it, hot stuff.” She grinned at her choice of words.
Hot stuff
seemed to fit Jonah perfectly.

He grinned and she saw such happiness in his eyes that it
stole her breath away. Her earlier thoughts of his beauty rushed back. Jonah
glowed with an inner light she felt certain he didn’t know he possessed.

He lined himself up outside her core and pushed inside her. Her
muscles clenched around him. She tried to breathe through the new sensations. Jonah
was big and his cock was no exception.

Mindy closed her eyes. The swollen flesh of her pussy
clenched against him. Yes, she wanted this. For six months she’d waited for
Jonah to want her and now that she had him between her legs she learned that
her imagination hadn’t done him justice.

In and out of her he moved. Slowly at first and then
increasing his speed but still not fast enough for her. She wanted him to push
in and out of her, to rub against her clit, until he did something about the
ache inside her that craved to be relieved.

“Jonah. Please.” She needed him to go faster. “I want it
hard, fast.”

“Ah, but slow torture will give us both something to look
forward to.” How could he sound so calm when she wanted to break apart beneath
him?

Then she saw his neck muscles tighten. Jonah wasn’t as in
control as he pretended. Maybe there was something she could do to show him
that he could let go, that he could trust her.

Mindy raised her hips, catching him mid-stroke. She squeezed
him between her legs and he gasped. “Mindy. Shit. If you do that I won’t be
able to hold on.”

“Who said I want you to?” She moved again and he shuddered.
“I want you, Jonah. I want all of you. I don’t want you controlled. I want you
lost to me.”

“Oh Mindy.” He gripped the headboard and it shook the bed.
“I’ve always been.”

He pressed into her hard and then pulled out. His pace
quickened until they moved together in a frenzy. Her pussy wept, wanting more
from him, so much more. His breathing was fast and when she didn’t think she
could take any more she came in a frenzied shout of his name.

She saw stars. And she held him against her, loving the feel
of him above her. Her muscles throbbed around him, each twitch surging pleasure
through her.

He laid gentle kisses on her face and murmured something but
if it was English she couldn’t make it out. Her brain didn’t want to work and
that was just fine by her. Who needed thought? She closed her eyes.

* * * * *

Mindy lay on her side watching Jonah breathe. He looked so
peaceful in sleep and if she weren’t starving she would leave him alone to get
some much-needed rest. His wound didn’t seem to have torn during their sexual
encounter. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten his stitches when she launched
at him like some kind of animal.

Maybe she could manage to sneak out into the kitchen without
bothering him. After moving to the side, she swung her legs over the bed. He
grabbed her, hauling her up against him again.

“Where are you going?” He opened his eyes and then smiled at
her.

“To get some food. Do you want some?”

He yawned before stretching his arms over his head. “I’ll
get it. You sit.”

“No.” She shook her head. “You’re injured.”

Mindy squirmed out of his embrace and after grabbing her
discarded T-shirt she walked to the kitchen. When was the last time she’d felt
like humming? It was such a rare occurrence that she gave in to the impulse and
let a little tune out. Not that she knew what she hummed. Some strange tune she
couldn’t get out of her head.

She’d done a few bars of the strange ditty when she realized
it wasn’t a happy song. Sad, soulful. Tears sprung to her eyes and she forced
herself to stop the song. Whatever it was.

Mindy muttered to herself as she pulled the bread out of the
cupboard. “Sheesh, get laid for the first time in six months and you’re a
smoosh-ball of pathetic emotions.”

“Let me do that.” Jonah came up behind her pulling her into
his arms. “It’s not a toast kind of a meal. We need to eat protein so I can
have at you again. I assume you have eggs.”

“I do.” She racked her brain to remember when she’d bought
them. Were they old and disgusting? No. She’d gone to the store two days ago.

Mindy pulled out the eggs and passed them to Jonah. He
kissed her on the cheek and then moved her out of his way. She shrieked when he
set her back down on the floor. “What are you doing?”

“I know my way around a kitchen. I work in restaurants and
basically if I wanted to eat from the time I was ten I cooked it myself.”

“Was ten when you went to live with Foy? He doesn’t feed you
guys?”

“I didn’t live with Foy until I was twelve.” He picked up
her pan. “This is what you cook with?” Jonah pulled the price tag off the
bottom of her skillet. “Doesn’t get a lot of use, does it?”

“I don’t cook much.” She grinned. Or ever. Why was this so
easy? Having Jonah in her apartment? Joking over the stove as if they’d done it
a million times?

She opened up the orange juice. Pouring liquid into cups was
something she could actually do. His words resonated in her mind. “So then why
were you cooking for yourself at ten? Were you parents big on independence or
something?”

Jonah looked over shoulder. “Do you like your eggs runny?”

A-ha
. Mindy knew avoidance when she saw it. The
question was whether she was going to let him get away with it. How invasive
did she want to be with the hot guy she held way too many feelings for currently
standing half-naked in her apartment?

* * * * *

Why the hell had he brought up his cooking for himself at
ten years old? He could tell she wanted to ask him about it. She was too quiet.
He didn’t know much about women but when they went quiet…it couldn’t be good.

“Do you like your eggs?” He pointed at her plate with his
fork. “You haven’t said a word about them.”

“Love them actually.” She leaned forward and smiled, giving
him a better view of her ample cleavage. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on
her breasts again.

“Just wanted to check. You didn’t say.”

“I’m sorry. That’s horribly rude of me.” He loved how she
looked, just in a T-shirt, leaning in her chair as if she didn’t have a care in
the world. “I guess I’m distracted.”

“Wondering about why I cooked for myself at ten years old,
which I never would have said if I’d known you were going to make a big deal
out of it.” He shrugged but his chest tightened when he uttered the words.

“Maybe you want me to know about it.” She took another bite
of her omelet. The way her mouth moved around the fork should be a huge turn-on,
would be if they were talking about anything other than what it looked like
they were going to discuss. “As if you uttered those words because your
subconscious thought hey, Mindy’s got a tough life. She’ll probably understand
my own.”

Mindy held up her white hair for him to look at as if it
explained everything.

He took a strand of it on his finger and loved how softness
felt rolling around between his fingertips. “Are you planning on leaving it
this glorious shade of snow white or are you going back to your original color?
Whatever that was.”

She rolled her eyes. “Blonde and, yes, I suppose it will
have to go back to its original shade at some point. Probably before Dodie and
Christian’s wedding. She doesn’t need a spectacle walking down the aisle.”

“I can’t see Dodie caring one way or another. You’re the
closest thing she has to family. Who is going to be at the wedding who is going
to care what color your hair is?”

Mindy smiled. “Well…we’ll see. Now, I’ve answered your
invasive, distracting question. So answer mine. Why did you cook for yourself
at age ten?”

“I could do a better job of distracting you.” He stood up
and walked behind her then he leaned down to kiss her neck. She tasted sweet on
his tongue and he licked her until she shivered.

Mindy closed her eyes. “This is more than fine with me. If
this is the kind of relationship you want to have.”

Damn it. He’d missed a gene or something when it came to
understanding women. “What?”

“I’m happy to continue with the licking, kissing and getting
naked again. Believe me. I am.” She turned around and then cupped his cock. Immediately
he was erect for her. “I can’t wait until you are snug, deep inside me again.”

“But?” Could he think when she did this to him? Not really. Jonah
groaned.

“Then this is the relationship we’re having. Just sex. No
sharing. No knowing each other’s deepest darkest secrets. I’m good with that. If
that’s what you want.”

That was what he wanted…wasn’t it? He leaned down and kissed
her. It was sweet but…

Jonah pulled back. “My parents were never around much when I
was a child and when I was ten years old they disappeared altogether. Nannies
took care of me. No one would tell me where they’d gone, just that they were
vacationing or they were away. The weird thing…”

It was difficult for him to discuss this. He never did or at
least not since the initial days with Foy when all the boys shared their brief
but unhappy life stories with each other. Then one day Foy told they were
reborn. The blood-oathed, with a new purpose, and it helped him put an end to
what happened next.

Mindy stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist. “My
parents died when I was a teenager. I know how painful it is.”

“They didn’t die.” He shrugged. “Someone came to the house
one day and said I needed to leave. They’d relinquished their rights to me. I
was going into a foster home. I really had no idea why. No one would tell me. Then
a few years later Foy came. I looked for them a while back. They’re still
married. Still together. They just didn’t want me.”

Mindy opened and closed her mouth. “I have no idea what to
say to that. Did they have something happen? Something you didn’t know about?
Have you ever asked them?”

“Whatever it was…they weren’t the best parents before they
vanished and got rid of me. I hardly saw them. Mom was always dressed up and
going somewhere. Dad worked all the time. It was like having a kid was an
inconvenience but I didn’t get that back then.” He shrugged. Who cared about
any of this shit anymore? Certainly, not him. “Are you happy now?” He stepped
away from her. “Have I shared enough for my daily quota?”