Wait for Me (23 page)

"Eat till your heart’s content, honey, can't have my husband starving," Kenya offered her thick lustful tone had him pressing his nose deep between her thighs. "Oh!!" She moaned.

Her subtly sweet aroma blossomed through his mouth behind each greedy dip of his tongue between her flesh, hitting the little nub poking out taunting him. Nails bit into his shoulders. Her moans echoed through the room. The taste became sweeter the deeper he went. Lifting her left thigh, Jonathan opened her even further, pushing her knee up to her chest. Kenya grasped her shin holding her leg up while her other hand snaked around his head holding him to her body.

Tilting his head Jonathan brought Kenya writhing and squirming against his face, but he never stopped tasting and licking every inch, he found wet and swollen. Her fists pounded over his shoulders, moans rang in his ears and gentle shudders against his face. Her pain went deep he realized, licking the tension from her body. He heard curses leave his wife’s mouth he'd never heard from a man. Her taste blossomed through him like whiskey and he couldn’t get enough of her fire.

He dug deeper as her hands fisted his hair holding him to her and he swept through her body tasting, learning every spot on his woman, from the tight puckered flower to the quivering skin on her inner thighs. When her voice rang around the room for the third time, he eased her to her feet before him and wrapped his arms around her, held her against his chest and said nothing. His erection pressed at her stomach pushing it, pulse ready to blow. The time came for him to be there for her. Working off his trousers and briefs as he held her close he watched her shake off the last of the orgasm. 

He stroked her hair waiting for her eyes to open and wasn't disappointed seeing the relaxed gleam in her face. He did that.

"It's my turn," Kenya said, reaching between them she closed her hand around his shaft and walked backward leading him to the bed. His prim banker was full of sexy surprises. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Don’t let me suppress your creativity.” He’d look into getting a swing put into their room. “Anything else I should be aware of?”

Kenya slid her fingers up and down his shaft, tipping her face up she gave him a sexy smile. "I want you to take me once before I become Mrs. Jonathan Blakemore. I wanna say goodbye to being single in one good long scream. Then after we're married, if you’re willing…I want him in my mouth."

He gave her a sideways glance. "Why?"

"Without you Morgan held me prisoner. Let me help you step away from that image from the alley that keeps you a prisoner of your past." 

"I like the way you handle him." His breathing sped up, chest rising and falling faster behind each touch of her fingers on his skin.

"Have any idea why it's been so long since I've dated before you came along?"

Because the right man hadn’t come along. "Why haven't you dated?"

"The woman I am inside felt nothing for the men the woman I am on the outside attracted."

He smiled. "What does the woman on the inside want me to do to her?"

"Fuck me the way you do when you let go and just enjoy me."

Jonathan dropped down on the bed at her words. To see her lips form that one word and those half-closed lids, concentrating on the colors in the rug were the only thing holding back a climax. 

He needed a minute.

Kenya's fingernails scraped over his skin. Catching her around the waist, he straddled her over his lap, his body trapped between them. 

"When I fuck you, Kenya, it’s because I wanna smell your scent on me the next morning. To feel the ache in my ribs when I breathe from where your thighs gripped me through your fourth climax. I do it so I limp away from your body as my muscles strain to hold me up after you've ridden me until you’re exhausted. That's what fucking you does to me. Are you up for that, or do you want me to make love to you?"

She smiled. "What's the difference?"

"Making love to you is…knowing even in my weakest moments, I'm still a man in your eyes. Making love to you isn't always a feeling or action, it's an exchange. Every time I think of what you've brought into my life I give away a little more violence and take in a measure of peace. Making love to you is to drown in a feeling of completeness where each breath is a new sensation. You make being Jonathan Blakemore worth the toll it carries on my soul." Her warm breast she crushed to his torso, her arms wound tight around his neck. Patting his hand down the plane of her back, he listened to the words she spoke behind wet kisses along his collarbone.

"If I could get any closer I would. I love you, Jonathan, for the man you are, the woman you bring out of me and the father I know you'll be to our children."

"I love you because you're alive, Kenya."

With her fingers in his hair, Kenya said, "Which way would you like to express those feelings before I become a married woman?"

"I'm looking forward to limping away from you in the morning." 

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Two hours and a marriage license later, Kenya stared at her husband, naked, tall, and ready. She'd make him limp sideways when she turned him a loose. The only light in the room was the soft glow of the table lamp. Jonathan stood beside the bed in all his chiseled glory.

Kenya crawled toward his body, anxious to touch the man before her. She wanted to savor every moment with her new husband, before merging their two lives together. Reaching out she rested on her knees and settled before him, encircling her fingers around the length of him stiff and erect. Brushing her knuckles over his body, a sense of responsibility washed over her. He shared his fear with her back in Ireland she wouldn’t mock his memories by putting her mouth on him. She waited. Would he let her taste him? Did he understand how much she wanted to pleasure him? Time was on their side and she wouldn’t push it.

Closing her hand around the base caressing the warm skin, Kenya gently massaged him, the pads of her fingers playing up the smooth skin like an instrument. His soft moans followed each one of her delicate strokes. Carefully, cupping the heavy sac in the palm of her hand she rolled his flesh until his moans rang stronger. The sudden intake of air filled the quiet of the moment. Lifting her gaze up the hard plane of his body, she caught the faint freckles sprinkled under a whisper of hair over his wide torso. The site of his lip caught between his teeth was the same reaction in the shower. Too soon.

"When you're ready…"she said full of compassion and came to her feet kissing the puckered skin of his naval, the smooth skin covering his ribcage where corded muscle formed the perfect waist. Narrow and strong. Kenya licked around the tiny dark nipples on his chest, drew her tongue up to the dip in his throat to bite his chin.

"Wife," he moaned holding her tight to his body. The word made her heart rate speed up. "
Mo ghra fior, Kenya. Ta mo chroi istigh ionrt
," Jonathan spoke Gaelic against her lips and she had no idea what he said, but the way he said it all she knew it had to be sensual. "My true love. My heart is with in you."

"Cion, fior grha," she returned, hoping she remembered the words correctly that Gretchen had taught her.

"Say that again, Kenya," he pleaded, smiling down at her.

"Cion, fior grha.  With affection for the friend you’ve been to me, you are my true love, Jonathan."

At that moment, Jonathan grouped her under her hips and lowered her until her body was completely full with him. "Make me limp, wife."

"Gladly, husband."

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His thick body pushed in and out of her. “Uh…Jonathan,” Kenya gasped gripping the blanket under her behind. She opened her thighs wider for him. Jonathan fisted her hair, arching her back up off the bed. His mouth covered her breast sucking and flicking his tongue across the sensitive tip. Her mouth fell slack under him dragging fire from one breast to the other, his moans vibrated over her skin.

“I could suck on these all night and never get enough of you, Kenya.”

He brought his head up and her breast jiggled from his thrusts. Clutching the edge of the mattress, Kenya dug her nails into the firm bed. Deeper behind each pump of his hips she swore she could taste him in her mouth, salty and musky. Amazing.

She loved his heavy body crushing her to the bed, making her wanna scream.

“Every time I’m inside you, I fit better.” Her back arched away from floor. His hips continued working hungrily against her pelvis pulling out to the edge to push in to the hilt. She felt him along the muscled walls inside her sex, grinding into her.

“Like that,” his tight voice brought her back to her body, being pummeled under his, dipping into her like a ladle in a bowl of ice cream, scooping for that last swirl of caramel clinging to the sides. He hit the bottom of her bowl throwing her spine into a severe arc, the top of her head scrubbing over the sheets. Lord she would snap in half if he did it again. “Snug and tight…This belongs to me.” Working his hips between her thighs, Jonathan rocked Kenya.

Biting her bottom lip, Kenya swallowed back the pressure in her throat. Reaching her hand above her, she braced her palm to the headboard knocking against the wall, certain her neighbor would bang on her wall.

Lifting her legs Kenya locked her ankles over the wide expanse of his back as Jonathan leaned back grasped her around the waist and held her hips off the bed as he pumped his body into her. He couldn’t get deep enough. Wanted to feel her warm embrace around his entire body, Jonathan closed his eyes, thrusting harder. She missed him filling her like this. Missed his intense dark stare trained on her, attention focused on her pleasure, giving her everything he had to give.

“Mo ru’n…Ah,” he grunted as his rhythm changed. He pumped harder. “You feel so damn good, Kenya,” he swirled his hips bumping her legs out wider, sinking his length impossibly deep inside her core. The fine hairs tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, sending shivers up over her skin. 

“Mmm…Jonathan,” she murmured, sensing her body fracturing into a million pieces, gripping her nails into his behind encouraging his hips rocking with force into her, pulling the weight in her lower stomach to the surface. Kenya moaned into his face inches from hers. "I'm…yes…oh yes," she cried out as Jonathan grasped one hand threaded their fingers and held them over her heart.

Together their combined yells and guttural groans filled the apartment them clutching for one another, him working one last climax from her body. He shakily braced himself over her. Angling off her, he fell back pulling her on top of his chest. When their breathing returned to a normal speed Kenya twisted her legs around his beneath the covers. Leaning in she wiped her hand over his flush face, loving the sated expression.

"How did I do toward your request to limp tomorrow?"

"Crutches…I'll need crutches."

"We have a plane to catch. Maybe a hot shower will help."

Jonathan turned on his side a hand flat to her stomach. He ducked his head, kissing her below her naval. "We still need to keep the baby and our being married a secret."

"From everyone?"

"Sophie and Jamie can know."

"Honey, I wanna bring Julia if you don’t mind?"

"Julia…why? It won't be all pleasant."

"If I come back with you and Brian still has goons out there, any contact we have will appear that we're together. Julia will shake up that picture."

"I'm glad you're on my team."

"We're on your team." She played in the hairs on his chest.

"I'll send you and Julia, if she agrees tonight and I'll be there in a day. I need to check on grandmother McGhee and run by the office."

"Be careful," Kenya said warmly.

"I have to more than ever now that I have you two in my life."

Chapter Eleven

Kenya rested her head on the bed listening to the monitor beep, and click Seamus's every breath, every weak breath. He breathed like Jonathan deep and slow, she peered up through her lashes and reached out a hand to stroke his chin. He looked enough like Jonathan to make her chest tighten.

Julia sat beside Gretchen on the other bed holding the woman’s hand as they both slept quietly. Her friend came through for her again.

“Aye, gonna keep tearing his heart out or what?”

Kenya jerked her head up, the big voice filled the room, and the Russian Czar filled her view. At least he favored one to her, his dark aura cloaking the sweet man she knew beneath the cover.

“Jamie,” Kenya announced pushing to her feet and the moment hung uncomfortable between them. No one knew that she and Jonathan were married with a child on the way. She’d pretend nothing had changed until she confirms one way or another with Jonathan. Until then she was still single to everyone. “Don’t ask me to leave,” Kenya warned, crossing her arms. Surprised he hugged her to him, kissed her face before he angled in to brush a kiss over Seamus’s forehead.

“Who is this?” Jamie questioned indicating Julia with a quick tip of his chin. His instant attraction to Julia was palpable. Kenya knew Blakemore lust when she saw it and Jamie was writhing in it, staring at Julia’s mouth slack as sat hunched over with her head propped on Gretchen’s thigh as they both slept. Their fingers threaded together beside Julia’s face.

“The sleeping woman is Julia Hernandez, my closest friend from the States. She’s been at Gretchen’s side all night, please don’t wake them.”

Jamie twisted at the waist looking over his shoulder to Kenya and asked, “She sat with my grandmother all night?”

“Yes, I’ve spoken of her enough that Julia knows her as well as I do. She’s here for support, so just let them lay there in peace.”

“Mhmm…I‘m not gonna throw her out the window, Kenya, relax.” Jamie rocked on his heels, his hooded lids trailing over Julia’s full hips poking out behind her in the chair. He ran a hand over his hair the layers feathering out over his head. He swallowed and then returned his attention to Kenya. “Any movement from Seamus since the two of you arrived?”

“You good or do you want me to turn her over so you can check out the entire package?”