Free Pleasure Bound (Hard to Get 2) by Anne Rainey Page B

Deanna exploded all around his fingers. Jonas quickly covered her mouth and swallowed her screams. The feel of Deanna coming undone in his hands was the sweetest thing in the world.
    As he lifted his head, his fingers still buried deep, Jonas caught her watching him, a sexy little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. He kissed her cheek. “What are you thinking?”
    “I’m thinking that once again you got shortchanged. And I’m starting to think that where you’re concerned, I’m way too easy.”
    Jonas slowly removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth. “That’s not the way I see it,” he replied in a voice gone raw with desire as he sucked each digit clean. “Licking your juices will keep me satisfied until Friday, believe me.” Then he cupped her chin in his palm. “And as long as I’m the only man you’re easy with, then I don’t see the problem.”
    Deanna remained silent, unmoving. Her eyes, those deep brown pools of chocolate, seemed to see clear into his soul. After a few seconds, she said, “I also think that I have a lot of making up to do when we reach Miami.”
    He grinned in anticipation. “And I think I’m seriously going to enjoy every second of it too.”
    Jonas kissed her, keeping it brief so as not to get distracted, then went about buttoning and zipping her jeans. When she removed her hands from his shoulders and stepped back, Jonas missed the connection instantly. “Soon we’re going to be in a bed doing this, and there won’t be any of this dressing and leaving afterward either.”
    “At this point, I’m not sure Miami is all that necessary.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at the pavement. “We could just, you know, go back to your place.”
    Hell of an idea, Jonas thought. Then he remembered why he wanted her out of the state to begin with. He took her head between his hands and urged her to look at him. With her gaze on him once more, Jonas gave her the unvarnished truth. “We could find a bed if that’s what you really want. But I don’t want a quick lay. I want more from you than that.”
    “You want to prove that you aren’t a player.”
    He nodded. “I won’t stand here and tell you that sex isn’t on my mind. Where you’re concerned, it’s pretty much always on my mind. But in my gut I know we can have more than that.”
    “And what if—”
    Jonas placed a finger against her lips and cut her off. “No what-ifs. Give me a chance, Deanna. That’s all I ask.”
    After she nodded, he removed his finger. When Deanna reached inside a pocket on her leather jacket and pulled out a set of keys, Jonas hummed his approval. “You look damn good in leather, kitten.”
    She frowned and planted a hand on her hip. “Okay, I have to know. Why do you call me ‘kitten’?”
    He leaned close and whispered, “Because every time I see you, I have this wild urge to pet you until you purr.”
    “Oh.”
    He chuckled at her short, one-word reply. “Now scooch, before I lose what little control I have left.”
    She rolled her eyes and walked around to the driver’s side. “You’re a very bad influence on me, Jonas Phoenix.”
    He bobbed his eyebrows and shot right back, “You have no idea, kitten .”

7
    “O ur flight leaves at one-fifteen, Deanna!”
    “I’m aware,” Deanna shouted back. Jonas’s deep voice coming from the bottom of her stairs flustered her, and she banged her foot into the leg of her bed. “Ow, crap!”
    She ruthlessly ignored the pain and went back to tossing stuff into her suitcase. Sandals, bathing suit, summer clothes, and nighties. She didn’t much care if they wrinkled, either, not with Jonas alone in her living room. He was looking at her things. Knowing him, he’d be touching her shelves and picking up picture frames. He was too curious for his own good. He was probably dissecting her while she piddled around. What had she been thinking to agree to meet at her place? She should have told him she’d meet