“I love you more than anything in the world.”
She smiled and snuggled against his chest, pressing her cheek against his heart. She loved hearing that. She had a feeling she was going to constantly need to hear it just to believe it, but Jonathan was good about telling her.
His hand slid down her body, caressing her hip. “Can I say how glad I am you didn’t slam the door shut in my face?”
Her lips twitched with amusement. She felt so light, so wonderful, so utterly carefree at the moment. She loved him. She loved him, and he was all hers. For as many times as she wanted, for as long as she wanted. Violet felt a surge of possessive pleasure mixed with desire. Her hand moved down his front in a caress, gliding from his chest to his crotch. She felt him harden immediately under her hand. “You do seem glad. Nice and . . . glad.”
Jonathan groaned, his hands tightening against her. “You’re distracting me, aren’t you?”
“Is that bad?”
“Hell no. Distract me all you want.”
She couldn’t stop smiling; her hand caressed his c**k through the fabric of his jeans thoughtfully. “Tell me a poem?”
“A poem?” he echoed, clearly distracted.
“Yes. Tell me something romantic.” She stroked her hand up and down his cock.
He was quiet for a long moment; as he thought, her fingers dragged over the outline of his cock, and she circled the head through the fabric, causing him to twitch underneath her. “Do you . . . like Rossetti?”
“I’m sure I will.”
“All right, then.” He sucked in a breath when she dragged her nails over the denim, and then began. “‘I loved you first: but afterward your love, outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song . . .’ something something.”
She giggled. “Something something?”
“I . . . can’t seem to think of the rest of it at the moment. I’m rather distracted.” His hand slid over her back, tugged at her bra clasp through the fabric of her top. “I think I’d remember more if we were naked.”
“Is that so?”
“It can’t hurt.”
“I’m willing to give it a try,” she teased, sitting up. She smiled down at him and pulled her blouse over her head, tossing it onto the floor. A moment later, her bra followed and she sat in front of him proudly, na**d from the waist up.
Jonathan groaned and dragged her body back down against his, seeking her mouth in a kiss. “God, you’re beautiful. I am the luckiest man alive.”
She smiled down at him. She was the one feeling lucky. This wonderful, smart, gorgeous man loved her. Loved her ridiculously. Loved her even when she was being impractical and frightened. So she kissed him fiercely, trying to show him all the love that she was brimming with at the moment. Her tongue brushed against his lips, and then she pulled back. “How’s that memory coming?”
He reached up and brushed his fingers over the tip of her breast. “Give me a minute. I’m sure it’ll all come back to me.”
“Oh, take your time,” she murmured, arching into his touch. His other hand teased her nipple as well, and she tilted her head back, sighing with pleasure. “I’m in no rush.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I did this to you all day?”
Goose bumps prickled her skin at the thought of just lying back and languidly letting Jonathan tease her with small touches all day long. “I can’t say I’d mind, no.”
“Mmm. I think parts of me would go crazy before too long, though.” He sat up and dragged her against him. His face pressed against her cle**age and then he was nuzzling her br**sts, kissing the soft skin. The unshaven whiskers on his face tickled and dragged at her flesh, sending a bevy of sensations through her. He tuned in to her shivers, biting and licking gently at her. “I love your br**sts.” He cupped one and lifted it to his mouth, dragging her nipple across his full lips.
“Are they your favorite part?”
“No, your brain is,” he said, and she melted all over again. “But they’re one of the tastiest parts.”
She giggled at that. “It’s good to know that I’m tasty, at least.”
“The tastiest,” he agreed.
“This is all to distract me from the fact that you don’t know any other poetry, isn’t it?”
He laughed, his breath fanning against her skin. “Not at all. This is so I can suck on these beauties for a while.” His thumb teased one nipple before he popped it back into his mouth and began to flick it with his tongue.
Violet moaned, heat pooling between her legs, her pulse pounding a sensual beat in her body. He always made her feel so good, so sexy. It didn’t matter that her br**sts weren’t as perky as they were ten years ago, and her h*ps wider. He made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. And maybe in his eyes, she was.
“I’m remembering another line now,” he murmured even as his tongue circled the tip of her breast. “This is definitely helping.”
“Mmm, keep going then. I’m glad I could be of help.” Her fingers dragged through his hair lazily, brushing along his jaw, the stubble, any tactile experience she could derive from him. She could touch him all day and never get bored.
“‘Rich love knows nought of thine that is not mine. Both have the strength and both the length thereof, both of us, of the love which makes us one.’”
“That’s beautiful,” she told him softly, and for a moment, crushed him to her chest as if she could somehow drag him against her and give him some of the love that was pouring out of her heart. She was terrified, but she was on cloud nine nevertheless. For some reason, now that she’d accepted Jonathan’s love, she knew he’d never hurt her again. It went against everything he was.
“It’s true,” he told her, and looked up into her eyes with his own intense, solemn gaze. “‘The love which makes us one.’ When I’m with you, I feel whole again.”
“Me, too.” Violet tilted his face so she could kiss him, and he rolled them backward onto the bed. She lay on top of him for a moment, the kissing continuing, and then he rolled them both once more until Violet was under him, and he was on top of her.
“I want to see you naked, love. I want to put my mouth on all of you.” His kisses moved from her mouth, to her jaw, then down to her br**sts. All the while, his hand tugged and pulled at her skirt.
She wriggled under him, drowning in his touch. She wanted his mouth all over her, and just the thought of his lips delving into her pu**y sent her moaning. She guided his hand to the zipper at her hip, and he began to slowly pull it down. It stopped halfway, stuck, and he swore an oath and ripped it the rest of the way down.