You Called Me-ARE and Apple epub (21 page)

“Yes...I'm on the pill,” she admitted in a whisper along his mouth, and the second the words crossed her tongue, he pushed the length of himself past her wet, swollen muscles until their bodies met. “Jonathan,” her voice came out breathy. 

“You're beautiful,” he whispered over her mouth and she leaned in kissed those lips, kissed him until her embarrassment lingered only in her mind and not between them. She ran a hand over his face stroking the soft hair of his eyebrows, tracing the hard line of his jaw down behind his soft earlobe. Closing her eyelids, she enjoyed him steady rocking in and out of her body. This time it was slow, controlled, and sweet.

Kenya moaned her pleasure weaving her fingers through his, her ankles crossed over his behind keeping her snug to every thrust of his hips. She could stay like that all night if he asked her to. “Jonathan,” she threw her head and he cupped the nape of her neck setting her on the counter, pushed deep enough to make her scream as her climax beat low in her stomach. He rocked his hips in frantic pulses.

“Yes, baby, yes.” She came, nails digging into his shoulder. Slumped back along the mirror Kenya trembled watching Jonathan work his body inside hers her legs dangling off the counter. “Tell me what you want, Jonathan. Tell me what makes you happy.”

His hand closed over her back bringing her up against his chest. “I wanna feel you shudder around me when I come, your muscles clutching for me, flexing, wet and slick, not your sweet mouth. Wanna see you catch your lip when you can’t take anymore of me, quiver when I hit the end of you. I wanna feel our mixed juices crash back over me deep inside you when I come. Watch you struggle to say my name cause the pleasure has all but erased your vocabulary.” He rocked his hips the length of him filling her completely. He'd found the end of her, slipped his hands under her hips, lifted her from the stone counter to hold in the air. She sank the tiniest bit and that sensation had her gripping the back of his head grinding her hips over him. Utterly blissful. She had no argument as his hips rocked into her, his fingers gripping digging into her behind with each pump of his body. “This is what it is to be my woman.”

Body smoldering beneath his fierce stare Kenya swallowed twice, opened her mouth and no words would form. Jonathan had her body stuttering around the length of him in crazy pulses. Finding her composure enough to form the words on her tongue, she stuttered, “Vocabulary—leaving—now.”

Grappling behind her, she slapped a hand to the fog slicked mirror its surface afforded her little traction. Jonathan’s mouth on her throat, gently sucking the column up and down, his hips followed the same rhythm. Mouth slack, she gripped her fingers under his behind, nails digging into his flesh loving his grunts and moans.

Jonathan's hips worked her along the counter, determined to fill every inch inside her body. Prickles of fire inched up through her stomach a heavy weight, forcing her body to fracture any moment. 

“Look at me,” he soothed, his fingers gentle on her chin. His kisses warm on her lips behind each of his controlled thrust between her legs. Licking, tasting her fire building up through her, burned away the doubt of him not wanting her to please him. He'd wanted her, wanted to pleasure every one of her senses. 

Jonathan squeezed her butt, holding her tight over his swollen body. “Baby, yes,” she cried. Crossing her ankles over his behind her body shook. She needed relief.

Rolling his pelvis over hers Kenya’s climax arced and bucked shaking her body kicking his to respond. Jonathan hollered out, his orgasm appeared to be painful it was so forceful. His hips pumped in angry spurts.

“Kenya!” he yelled, fisting her wet hair, dragging his mouth down her collarbone. Kenya loved his big chest pressed into her him trying to catch his breath. Cupping his hand to close over one of her breast, Jonathan weakly massaged it with his palm squeezing gentle pulses as he rested his head on her shoulder.

Kenya kissed the dark red hair stuck to his forehead spoke against his skin. “One day, when you're ready...I hope I'm the one you share your pain with.” Kenya said caressing the rise and fall of his shoulders pinning her to the mirror. “Pride can be a burden at times and I'm not here to judge you.”

Jonathan scooped her up off the counter carried her across the room to the shower. His single-minded care and concern in cleaning her gave Kenya a sense of place with this man. Dare she believe in what he's offering her, and accept that a man could want her this way? Kenya pushed the ugly thoughts branded into her from Morgan away and enjoyed his arms around her angling back under the shower head to wash her a second time. “You’re something else, Kenya, Claiborne.”

The woman in the mirror stared back at Kenya and for a minute. She didn’t recognized the free spirit because Jonathan had her glowing from the inside illuminating her skin. Picking up Jonathan’s comb, parting her hair done the middle, she made two braids to hang down over each shoulder. At least it would be wavy and not frizzed out in the morning when they woke. Turning toward the hall, she could hear Jonathan milling around the penthouse. Thick carpet cushioned her bare feet as she padded into his bedroom, her breath catching the moment the large bed filled her view and the carved headboard revealing Jonathan’s heritage. To think she had been so ill that first day a bed this ornate she hadn’t remembered. Holding the lapels of the robe close she moved closer to the bed and the intricate detail on the headboard.

The same castle in the picture in the hallway someone had meticulously carved into the darkest wood she’d ever seen. Running her hand over the comforter, she followed the line of the mattress until her fingers caressed the elegant piece of carved furniture. Soft light coming off the bed side lamp highlighted the worn edges where it had been polished through the years. This had to be over…Warm hands stopped her thoughts.

“Made from salvaged wood from my mother’s childhood home in Ireland,” he said, his hands sliding over hers from behind weaved in between hers to close over her stomach.

“Isn’t that the house in the picture, the Blakemore estate?”

He nodded along her shoulder. “Carved into the wood from the McGhee estate to bring the two families together,” he informed her nuzzling her face.

“It’s gorgeous,” leaning against his warm bare chest she burrowed tighter against his skin. Taking a breath she said, “I’m tired, ready to curl up and go to sleep.”

“One more thing, your gift, pretty lady,” he said followed by a light kiss on her shoulder. Preoccupied by the luxurious bed she missed he’d slipped something into her hand. The linen stationary held an embossed letter B.

Kenya swallowed. His view of an appropriate gift, hopefully it’s not the title to a car or something extravagant, she couldn’t accept.

“What did you do, Jonathan?” Unfolding the soft creamy stationary, she smiled over her shoulder. His firm mouth quirked up giving her a tingle down her spine. How adorable. “You never fail to surprise me…thank you.”

“I’m only good at buying you silky things, small, medium, or large. This way my gift will be perfect.”

She never would have guessed he’d do this. “A gift card…American Express.” The sweet gesture had her bowing her head, shaking it side to side. Again he'd surprised her being practical. She looked back and the grin on his face told her she meant more to him than she had first thought. Her acceptance held an importance to him. The cute expression on his face waiting to hear her response, only added sweetness to the moment.

“Offended?” he whispered.

She laughed. “Delightfully impressed, Blakemore,” she admitted and turned around to kiss the thudding in his chest then his waiting mouth. The touch gentle and sweet a perfect complement to the gift. “I’m surprised you chose practical over flash.” Kenya brought his hands up to her mouth kissing the soft freckles on the backs of his hand, keeping her attention on his handsome face. “I guess I presumed you’d have an inappropriate piece of jewelry I’d have to return.”

He frowned taking his hands he pulled her in the soft hairs of his chest tickled along her back. He rubbed small circles up her nape under the robes collar. “You’re losing points, Claiborne,” he teased lovingly.

“I love it. It’s a very thoughtful gift and I already know what I'll be treating myself to.”

“And what's that?”

“A Kate Spade tote. I admit, my one indulgence is accessories and I'd already planned to gift it to myself for the promotion.”

“Nice taste lady.”

She held on to his waist as he walked them backward toward the dresser where he placed the card. She laced her fingers around his neck. Jonathan scooped her up flipped the light switch with his elbow and padded over to the bed. “Were you always practical?” she asked, her feet touching the carpet after he let her slide down the front of his hard body, before he untied her robe pushing it from her shoulders to puddle around her feet.

He stepped back pulling the covers from under the pillows and faced her. Slow and purposeful, Jonathan trailed a slow hand between her breasts rubbing his knuckles beneath their weight; gently kneading the sides until her shoulders relax. Excruciatingly slow, he traced her ribs with the pads of his fingers until he stood at her back caressing her hips. Dropping her head back, Kenya gave herself over to this man absorbing his every touch. She covered his hands on her shoulders dropping her head when his warm mouth closed over her collarbone lingering behind each soft kiss he placed on her skin. A tingle shot up through her his mouth on the nape of her neck, tiny bites down her back. Feeling him cupping her behind, Kenya moaned. Jonathan licked the mole under her right cheek then treated her left cheek to the same attention.

She’d never had a man just touch her this way, so patient and gentle. He kissed her naval then the tender skin close to her sex, making her shiver against his lips. The soft light from the table lamp played over his face and she pushed the robe from his shoulders loving the freckles sprinkled over his skin like a dusting of cinnamon on sugar cookies.

“Practical...yes,” he answered and she almost forgot she'd asked. Kissing up between her breasts, he spoke and left a trail of kisses at the same time. “My mother and gran were very practical women. We had money, but I wasn’t spoiled. I ate ramen noodles just like the other kids in the neighborhood. And I hated going with my mother to the return counter.”

Admiring the sculpted plane of his stomach, she walked her fingers over each valley until she met his body thick and swollen, slowly rising between them. “You just gained major points, Blakemore.”

Ducking his head Jonathan switched off the lamp to plunge the room into darkness except for the light from the bathroom, slicing over the floor. “Let’s go to sleep, I may need to wake you in a few hours, so you’ll need some rest.”

Slipping beneath the covers, Kenya rested in the cradle of his arm, snuggled beneath his chin. Jonathan enfolded her in his embrace, wrapping his arm over her back an arm beneath her pillow. His foot snaked around her ankle locking her to him. Could hear Judge nudging the door open and caught his form pass the slice of light from the bathroom across the floor before he laid beside the bed, the two new men in her life.

Was she the new woman in the house now?

Jonathan sat at his desk, going over the financials for the farms using the river surrounding the estate in Ireland. Paying rent on the land was the extent of what he wanted from his tenants. The numbers were arresting. The files on the accountant, Graham, revealed he was bleeding the fish and sheep farmers dry with bogus charges. Making them pay to have the Twelve Bens Galway waters feed their ponds and sheep was a contract breech. The families surrounding their land had free use of the water. He stood and pressed his hands to his desk, and looked up to see his grandfather, Seamus, shaking his head reading the reports from Fiona. 

Seamus came to the states six months out of the year and Ireland the other six, just to keep the family together. Blakemore Incorporated had clients all over the world and Jonathan needed to go handle the issues in Ireland with the fish farmers on the surrounding acres. Everything had to be in place when he left for a month. Fiona's report on the accountant angered him. He glanced at his watch, one hour before his video conference with his cousin, Jaime, in Ireland. Barely enough time to make it to dinner with Kenya at seven. She still hadn't agreed to go away even after their weekend together. Her career came first and he had to respect her drive and professionalism. Adjusting his pants, respect wouldn't put scratches down his back...Kenya would.

“Jonathan, yer father will be in the States tomorrow. I’m signing my shares over to you, and trust you will set this family back on track,” Seamus Blakemore said and Jonathan lowered himself into his leather chair, crossing his ankle over his knee and regarded his grandfather. 

“Grandfather, Brian Blakemore blatantly disrespected my mother at the estate years ago,” he bit out, angry at his father placing him in that position as a boy. “Flaunting his women in and out of the castle, ordering me to address them as my aunts, ran my mother from her home. Getting him off the property is overdue, and now Blakemore estates and Blakemore Incorporated I control. And—”