Page 145 of Jonas

“Here, with me.”

Hell to the yes!

“Yes,” I breathed.

“I mean, living here with me.”

Another hell yes, only this one bigger.

“One hundred percent yes,” I told him, but this time when I spoke I was practically panting because his hand on my belly was on the move and I liked the direction it was moving a whole lot.

His fingers pushed under the waistband of my shorts but went no farther.

“When we have time I want to go with you to Norfolk.”

“Okay,” I quickly agreed, and tipped my ass, making my preference known—that being, for him to continue moving his hand south.

Jonas nipped my neck, causing a ripple of excitement to wash over my entire body, but most notably my sex.

“Are you just going to stand there and tease me all day, or what?” I griped when his hand didn’t move.

His fingers were under my waistband, but his thumb was not, which meant it was free to stroke my belly, which it did.

“Can’t a man just enjoy the feel of his woman in his arms?” he asked against my neck.

“Sure, when his hand’s not down her pants giving her ideas.”

I felt his lips smile. It was a toss-up which I liked better—seeing or feeling his smile. Seeing won out by a fraction, only because it meant I also got to watch the way his eyes crinkled, and gaze at his handsome face as a whole.

“And what kind of ideas do you have bouncing around in that pretty head of yours?”

“The kind that includes my man showing gratitude I did the dishes by way of orgasm.”

That time when Jonas laughed, it was more than his body shaking, it was audible, and if that wasn’t awesome enough, he shoved his hand down my shorts. His chest was still shuddering with humor when his middle finger hit my clit. I jolted, then moaned. I knew the moment Jonas’s amusement fled when the next sound he made was a sexy vibration that came from the back of his throat—not a growl or a grunt but a sound that had my pussy clenching.

“You think you can come just like this, Dee Dee? Nothing but my finger toying with your clit.”

I totally could, but I didn’t want to.

“Yeah,” I panted.

His finger circled, keeping a maddening pace that was more of a tease than a rush to get me off.

It didn’t take long for my patience to wane.

“Jonas.” I meant to growl my warning, but I was pretty sure it came out breathy.

“Yeah, baby?”

He went no faster.

Proof he’d missed my warning.

“You’re a tease,” I accused.

“Am I?”

He added pressure but not speed.