Owned By Fate(49)

“Do you know what I was going to do when I reached your table, Caroline?” He breathed the question into her ear, words delivered in time with his hips’ bucking movements. She bit her lip and shook her head in response. “I don’t know, either. But I suspect it would have gone something like this.”

Suddenly, Jonah dropped her legs to the ground and pulled out of her. Caroline cried out in protest, reaching for him, but he spun her toward the wall. She only had a quick glimpse of him, agonizingly male and intimidating in the moonlight, then all she could see was her hands braced on the concrete. When his palm connected with her bare bottom, the sting felt glorious. A rush of energy, incredibly potent and sweet, sang through her veins. The combination of power and defenselessness toppled the last of her inhibitions. Using the wall for support, she pushed her ass higher into the air, seeking more punishment from his hand.

“Yes, I think I would have bent you over that table and spanked your tasty, fuckable ass right in front of your goddamn date. What do you think of that?”

Caroline moaned toward the sky. “I love it. I hate it. I don’t know.”

Jonah slapped her flesh one final time before pressing close, forcing her against the wall with his bigger body. His teeth pulled at her ear. “Figure it out,” he rasped before dipping low and entering her from behind in a single upward drive, bringing her up onto her toes. At the same time, his teeth sank into her shoulder, marking her. It hurt. It felt incredible. She needed more. Everything.

Caroline’s lips moved, words spilling out, begging words she had no control over. Their bodies moved together in a desperate dance, grinding, straining, lifting, giving, taking. As he drove her higher, closer to some unimaginable place, he growled filth into her ear. Promises she knew couldn’t be kept, praise for her body and how it felt to be inside her. In that moment, she reveled in it. Believed every word he said.

The hand gripping her hip slid down between her legs to pet her clitoris. “Come on, baby. I can still feel you holding back. Give it to me. Give me that part of you reserved only for your master. I fucking want it. And you love to give me what I want.”

Recognizing the truth of his words, Caroline pressed her forehead into the wall. Her mind was preventing her body from letting go. And God, she needed to let go. Walking away without having rid herself of the weeklong ache wasn’t a possibility. Not when he was the only one who could relieve her of it. She focused on Jonah, on the feeling of his thick erection filling her so completely, the fingers stroking with such care between her thighs, his muscled abdomen flexing against her bottom with every thrust. She let his scent, his voice, the unnatural pull he had on her take over. Her movements increased in pace and urgency, hips writhing back onto him, inner walls clenching around him until a growl of approval from his throat finally sent her hurtling past the threshold of pleasure and into ecstasy.

“Oh, God. Jonah.”

“That’s it, sweetheart.” His movements became frantic, uneven, his rhythm increasing even more as he moved in and out of her, prolonging her climax. “Ah, fuck, that’s it. Milk me while I come. Show me how tight it gets when I satisfy you.”

Jonah went still after one final push, groaning into her hair as shudders wracked his body. It felt unspeakably sexy, feeling him shake against her back and bottom, unable to control himself. Neither could she. Her upper half melted, falling forward onto the wall for support, until Jonah pulled her back against his chest and held her in an unbreakable embrace.

He inhaled deeply, withdrawing from her and gently straightening her dress. “Before you retreat into your head, I’m going to ask you just to let go of your disapproval for an hour, Caroline. Let me take you out of here. Away from whoever the fuck that guy is, touching your hand, looking at you without your glasses on. Just walk with me and don’t think too hard.” He rubbed his lips against her temple. “One hour. Can you do that for me?”

She shouldn’t. Spending time with Jonah was a horrible idea. Even if the idea of talking to him, the simple act of walking with him, excited her beyond reason. This bond was already too great, even though she didn’t understand it. Being in his presence would only make it grow. But something in her chest twisted at his plaintiveness, urged her to accept.

“Yes.”





Chapter Fourteen

Jonah made sure no one lingered in the hallway before letting Caroline exit the stairwell ahead of him. He still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to spend time with him, but he wasn’t about to waste a minute of it questioning her decision. Or reading too much into it. For all he knew, she’d only agreed because her brain had been too scrambled from their mind-blowing sex to do anything but consent. God knew he still hadn’t quite recovered from the perfection of her responses or even his own. From the time he’d seen her sitting upstairs until mere moments ago, he’d been a man controlled by impulse. He’d never been so frantic to possess a woman, and it only grew more undeniable each time they were together.