“What the hell is your problem?” With my arms crossed over my chest in a stock still pose my voice was almost a shout.
“My problem, are you shitting me?” Jonah’s voice was the opposite of mine, low steady and intimidating. He stood slightly in front of the door, his suit jacket opened, hands shoved in his pants pockets and his stare fixated on its target………me. “Don’t for one second make out like this is all my doing Ava, you know you were in the wrong too.”
“For what? Having a life? You have no idea how hard just getting to this point today as been for me and now you’ve destroyed it you asshole.”
“I have no idea about anything where you’re concerned. You keep shutting me the fuck out. You have to let me in if you expect me to understand.”
“The hell I do,” my chin lifted, defiance blaring in my eyes, “I don’t owe you jack shit and I certainly don’t have to do anything just because YOU say so.” He was pushing my patience to the max and my tolerance of his behaviour to its limits.
His mouth curled, luscious and dangerous, “You’re seriously turning me on right now but that would be an unwise thing to do.”
Every muscle within my groin clenched in fierce response to his threat. My heart beat wildly, my body desperate for contact. Reaching behind me I backed up until I felt the desk top and steadied myself against it. I held back the urge to lunge at him, beg for the relief I only found when we connected, but I was too strung out to trust myself. The last time that happened, the marks I left behind still haunted me. Defiling him again was not going to happen.
“Stop.” His warning brought me back to the present. His posture was tense as his hands fisted restlessly at his sides. He was holding back, giving me space, but the frown on his forehead and the harsh lines of his mouth showed it was hard for him to do.
“Stop what?” The answer I knew but I asked the question anyway.
“Stop restraining yourself. I need you to lose control with me.”
I was struggling to breathe, “I can’t. You can’t ask that of me Jonah.”
Stunning sapphire eyes softened, his chest rising and falling with every breath. “I don’t want your submission Ava just the knowledge that you need me as painfully as I need you.”
My eyes glistened with tears. The emotional rollercoaster I’d stepped onto since first succumbing to the magnetic pull between us was beginning to bear heavily. “Don’t make me need you, you’re already too much.”
“This,” I motioned between us, “this is too much.”
“You’re not ending things sweetheart, I won’t let you,” he breathed.
“Continue as you have today and you’ll be the one ending things.” I blinked back the tears, “Things are too heavy too fast. You’re smothering me Jonah.”
He surged towards me, crushing me to him. My body melted, relaxing against his. Pushing my butt onto the desk top my legs opened to accommodate him. An arm wrapped around my waist the other cradling the back of my head. He was hard and ready, his hotness scorching at the entrance to my sex. My greedy clit pulsated against his thick length. I gasped at a roll of his hips, the motion stoking my desire and hunger for him.
Pulling back his hands cupped my cheeks. Staring intently into my eyes his desire and hunger matched my own.
“God I need you so much,” he confessed with a dark whisper.
“Show me,” I pleaded, “And make it quick.”