It was humbling.
Her hands smoothed over his shoulders. “Have I told you that I love you?”
He pulled back and then pushed into her with infinite slowness, her body still clasped against him with one arm, the other supporting his weight as he hovered over her. “You can tell me over and over again, and I will never tire of hearing it.”
“That’s good, because we have a lot of time to make up for,” she told him in a soft voice. Her words broke off into a moan as he thrust into her again, so forcefully that their bodies slid up her sheets.
“I’ve heard make-up sex is the best.”
She giggled at that, and her giggles turned into gasps when he began a steady rhythm, pounding into her with forceful thrusts. All lightheartedness left and she clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders and moaning his name in time with his movements. Her heels dug into his ass, her h*ps lifting with each thrust. Each time their bodies rocked together, Violet felt her orgasm hover closer and closer, but she wanted to come with Jonathan. She’d already come once without him, and wanted to share this. She’d never felt closer to him than at this moment, and she clung to him as if he were a lifeline, feeling every thrust into her heart, her soul.
“I love you,” she moaned as he began to pump harder.
“Keep telling me,” he gritted. “I love hearing you say it.”
“I love you,” she repeated again, and gasped when he swiveled his h*ps against her own in a circular motion, making new nerve endings flare to attention. “Oh, God, Jonathan! I love you!”
“Again. Say it again.”
She did. Over and over, with every pounding stroke, she told him she loved him, and it seemed to amp up his intensity. Within minutes, she was losing her mind with need, her voice raising into a shriek as he continued to pump harder and harder into her, driving her wild. “I love you! I love you!”
“You’re mine, Violet.”
“Yours!”
“And you’re going to come for me again.”
“Yes! Come with me!”
He tilted her h*ps to the side and pinned her by the hip, then began to hammer into her again. It totally changed the delicious friction and made things intensify by a thousand. Her orgasm roared to life, and, helpless to stop it, she began to come. Her legs tensed and she felt her pu**y clench and tug around Jonathan’s c**k as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She gave a small scream—
And someone banged on the wall on the other side of the condo.
Violet’s cry of pleasure turned into a horrified gasp. “Oh, my God—”
“Shhh,” he told her. Jonathan’s hand went over her mouth and he gave her a wild, almost feral grin. “I’m not done with you yet.” And he began to drive into her harder, sending her shrieking right over the edge again, her screams drowned out by his hand. Even as she screamed and came, he came, too, a wash of heat bathing her insides and filling her with satisfaction as his face contorted with pleasure and his strokes slowed.
Eventually, he lifted his hand and grinned down at her, exhausted and sweaty but utterly pleased. He leaned in for one last kiss and then rolled to the side, panting.
She lay on her back, stunned, staring up at the ceiling.
His hand searched for hers and he twined his fingers with her own as they lay flat on their backs, and the small gesture made Violet’s heart give a happy flop.
“I think we scared my neighbors,” she whispered.
“I think you bit my hand,” he teased.
She smothered a laugh.
He looked over at her. “So,” he mused. “Do you love me, Violet?”
She peeked over at him through her lashes. “What, you couldn’t tell? I think every neighbor in the building heard me shouting it.”
He grinned. “How attached are you to this building, anyhow?”
“I don’t know. Why?” Violet gave him a suspicious look.
He shrugged. “Was thinking about buying a condo of my own here in Detroit, though I’d probably get something bigger. What do you think?”
She considered this. “What neighborhood?”
“Whichever one you want.”
Violet rolled over on her side, amused that his gaze followed her br**sts as she did. “Are you asking me to move in with you, Jonathan?”
“I thought that was obvious. Wanna move in with me?”
She rolled onto her back again. “I’ll consider it.”
“Consider it?” Within seconds, Jonathan’s larger body was on top of hers and pressing her against the mattress. “Do you need convincing? I’m pretty good at convincing.”
She gave him a sly smile, her arousal rising again. Her fingers skated down his chest. “Maybe you show me a little of this convincing, then.”
Neither of them got up from the bed for hours.
SIXTEEN
Two Weeks Later
“You sure Violet won’t mind if I drop in?” Cade Archer, ever solicitous, sounded concerned as the two men exited Jonathan’s sports car and headed to the elevator in the parking garage.
“Of course not,” Jonathan said, tucking his keys into his jacket pocket. “Besides, it gave me company on the red-eye back here to Detroit.” He was glad for that, too. He’d been a little tired tonight, since he’d had to fly in to New York City earlier that day for business meetings, then stuck around for the weekly Brotherhood meeting. He’d considered staying in his Manhattan town house overnight, but the thought of getting back to Violet was a greater pull than sleep. “I called her earlier and she’s fixing me a late dinner.”
“So how are things between you two?” Cade asked.
Jonathan shot his friend a curious look. “Don’t tell me you came all the way to Detroit just because you wanted to see how Violet and I were getting along?”
“Actually, no,” Cade said, a wry smile curving his mouth. “I can see from the hickies on your neck how you two are getting along. I’m going to visit a friend here in Detroit tomorrow, and I thought I’d fly in with you just to say hi.”
“Well, don’t say hi for too long,” Jonathan cautioned him. “I plan on dragging Violet into bed at the earliest opportunity.”
“Bluntly put, sir,” Cade said, unoffended. “I shall find myself a hotel posthaste.”
“Well, you can at least have dinner,” Jonathan said with a smirk. “But only dinner.”
They headed up to the penthouse of the most expensive building in Detroit. It was farther away from the school than Violet liked, but she’d loved the apartment when they’d seen it. Jonathan had solved the distance problem for her by hiring her a driver so she could have someone else do the morning commute while she was still waking up and taking in her morning coffee. It was just one of the ways he got the opportunity to take care of her. Luckily, the building was close to his offices downtown, so by the time he left work, she was already home and grading papers for her students. He suspected his Detroit offices didn’t know what to do now that he spent more time in Detroit than New York City, but they’d eventually come around. It allowed him the opportunity to observe the Detroit offices and management, since performances had been poorer than he would have liked last year. Really, this was a good thing all around.