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If you want to speak to Jonas, I’ll have him call you, but I don’t know what’ll happen between us. If he decides I’m not…”
    “Don’t start down that path. He wouldn’t have dropped everything and came for you, and he wouldn’t have you living with him, if he was just going to drop you. The man is crazy in love with you. He’s just too stubborn to admit it,” she said.
    I blew out a breath. “He likes me, I know that, but I don’t want to pressure…” My words were stolen at the sight of Jonas walking into the bedroom wearing just a towel around his neck.
    He was unabashed in all his nudity. Was I drooling? Maybe, but who would blame me? Not with his incredible physique. He was flawless. From his smooth chest hair, trailing down his well-defined abs and trim waist, to his thickening cock.
    I had to get off the phone.
    His pace was slow. He didn’t need to rush. He had already caught me.
    “Um…can we talk later, Mare?” My voice was breathy.
    “So, he’s there? Okay. Be careful. I’ll be calling more to check up on you. And you better answer or I’ll just show up. I love you.”
    My eyes connected with Jonas’s and electricity sparked between us. “I love you, too.” I almost whispered. It was meant for Mary, but my gaze was locked on him.
    I fumbled as I placed the phone back on the bedside table. “Mary,” I said absently.
    Jonas gave a nod and, with fluidity, removed the towel from his neck and pulled the duvet back, exposing the lower half of my body. “You ready for me? Show me,” he said in a baritone.
    All the air rushed out of my lungs as wetness gushed between my thighs. I only managed a grunt as desire overtook me. Closing my eyes, I stretched out on my back, gaping my thighs the way he liked. Oh, I was ready. And then some.
    “Open your eyes,” Jonas commanded.
    I complied and watched him position himself between my thighs. “Don’t hide from me ever again…know you’re beautiful.” Our gazes merged and we stayed suspended in that moment. Nothing Jonas ever said was without purpose. And with that thought, my eyes lit at the memory of when I had last heard those words from him. It was our first night together at the Waldorf hotel. Jonas battling my insecurities and assuring his desire for me.
    Even though we had sex just 24 hours ago, he was starting over. And the depth of his understanding overwhelmed me. My eyes filled. “Oh, Jonas,” I said. He called me a romantic, but I had nothing on him.
    Jonas reached up and placed his hands on the sides of my face, using his thumbs to wipe my cheeks. His eyes shone as they roamed over me. “I missed you,” he said softly.
    My gaze didn’t stray from his eyes. “I missed you, too.”
    He kissed my cheeks and down my neck, breathing me in. I kissed over the surface of his face, touching the soft waves of his dark hair. My breasts swelled and hardened before his sensual mouth reached them. And when he did, I arched, willing him as I watched him suckle and knead them in his large hands. Our breaths quickened, moaning on our exhalation. We were in sync in our desire for one another.
    Groaning, Jonas let go of my breasts and captured my mouth again, kissing me deeply, delving his tongue between my parted lips and gliding it expertly against mine, kindling a scorching heat I felt all the way down to my core. His solid frame pressed against me, and mine answered by molding into him. Inhaling through my nose, I caught his intoxicating aroma, a collective blend that every fiber of my being recognized as Jonas .
    My Jonas.
    He reluctantly broke away and moved his lips down to my chest, forging a path to the flat plane of my stomach until he reached the top of my bare mound. He paused there, sought my eyes and bore into them. My heart stopped.
    “You won’t try to stop me this time,” he said darkly. I sucked in my bottom lip and squirmed. That I won’t do, Mr. Crane . The throbbing ache there surged, knowing he would soon soothe it