What Friends Are For(17)
He kissed her on the top of her head and stood up. “I love you, Jacey.”
“Love you.”
“Call me if you need to talk again.”
Jacey nodded but sat and watched as her brother walked out the door. Her brain was thinking so hard that she was surprised the fire alarm wasn’t going off. He told her not to overthink but here she sat going over and over and over stuff again and again.
She thought maybe she’d always cared for Jonas. First as her brother’s friend. Then when Jack left for the Marines, she’d kind of claimed Jonas as her surrogate brother. Or had she? Hadn’t a part of her started sharing bits of her sex life with Jonas to see what he would do? To see if she could make him jealous? Then over the years it had just become routine. She had a guy problem, she went to Jonas.
Jacey was always turning to Jonas. And when he’d told her to find someone else, it had blown her entire world apart. Then she’d seen him at the restaurant with the redhead and she’d gone ballistic. Because it hurt. It cut to the bone to see him with a woman who wasn’t her. Jonas didn’t date. Or at least if he did, he was so discreet that she’d never once known about it.
Hell, she’d been miserable the two weeks she’d forced herself to stay away from him. She’d cried. She didn’t cry. God, she’d been dripping tears like a weepy woman for two weeks now. She thought about her brother’s questions. She would kill for Jonas in a heartbeat. She thought about him at least twenty million times a day. He always made her feel. Happy, mad, giddy, pissed off. He just made her feel. No other guy had been able to get past her shield and make her feel emotions.
Maybe Jonas was right and she was a princess just waiting for the right prince to come along. If that was true, then she’d been in a deep sleep for too long. Her prince was here, had been since she was sixteen.
She took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom to splash cool water on her face. Straightening up, she dried it off and looked at the woman in the mirror. Really looked at her. Her dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and her face was bare of makeup. But there was a sparkle in her eyes, a flush to her cheeks. She looked like a woman with a secret.
She grinned, just couldn’t hold it back. Sometimes overthinking paid off. She hurried back out to grab her bags and head out of the apartment. She was done waiting. She’d finished thinking. She was a woman of action. She had a prince waiting. And she had something really important to tell him.
Chapter Eight
Jacey was barely in the front door before Jonas had her against the wall and was kissing her hungrily. Her bags dropped to the floor and her hands were all over him, touching, stroking, rubbing. He pulled away to flip the lock on the door and then took her hand.
“You don’t mind if we postpone that ride for a bit, do you?”
She shook her head.
He leaned in to kiss her again but pulled back before she could deepen it. “I missed you.”
She grinned. “I missed you too, Jonas. I—”
“Shhhh,” he said placing a finger over her lips. “Let’s go upstairs.”
She nodded her head and let him lead her back to his bedroom. She could already feel her pussy getting wet, her nipples hardening into tight points. All he had to do was look at her and she was ready. She knew he would please her, knew her pleasure would come first. But that wasn’t what she wanted this time. It was her turn. Her turn to taste and touch and bring him to orgasm.
As soon as they were in the door she flipped the tables. She cornered him at the door, shoving him against it and raking her nails down his T-shirt.
“My turn, Jonas,” she whispered, finding the hem and jerking it up. “My turn to taste every inch of you.”
He groaned but lifted his hands to help her pull the shirt off.
She tossed it away and brought her hands back to run over his chest and shoulders. “I love your shoulders. So broad. So strong. They could hold the weight of the world if I asked you to. And your chest with just a light dust of hair,” she traced her finger across it then followed the trail down over his abs to his jeans, “I love this. Love the delicious place it leads to.”
She bent forward and ran her tongue over first one nipple then the other. “I love the taste of your skin,” she moaned, continuing to nip, lick and suck at him. “Salty and sweet at the same time.”
She worked her mouth down to his abdomen and nibbled the prominent muscles there while they rippled and flexed. “I love your body. It should be a sin for a man to be as sexy as you are.” She reached his jeans and dipped her tongue just under the band and ran it all the way across from one side to the other before standing.