I looked beside me to see Jonah still asleep. For a while, I just watched him breathe softly. His hair was messy and it made me smile. I'd been running my fingers through his hair a lot last night. The blankets didn't quite cover him so I could see his bare chest. I knew he was completely bare beneath the blankets though. I was too. Our legs were touching and his arm was extended toward me since he'd been holding me when we'd fallen asleep. But he wasn't holding me now.
Jonah stirred in his sleep and I looked away from him. I knew what was coming next. As good as our nights were together, they never prepared me for how painful the morning always was. I didn't want this to end. I didn't want him to leave.
"Morning," he mumbled and I hated how quickly I looked back at him. He smiled at me and he finally pulled me closer to him again. "You sleep okay?"
"Yeah," I whispered. I didn't quite meet his eyes.
His hand stroked up and down my side. But then he lifted it to my face and he tilted my head to look at him again.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked. There was a sympathetic look on his face and tenderness in his voice. But that just made it worse.
"Don't do that, Jo," I muttered. I pulled my face away from him and started to roll over in the bed, but his arm latched around my waist and pulled me back toward him.
"Hey, I can stay longer today," Jonah said, offering me a small smile. "I don't have to be anywhere for a while and I got us a late checkout anyway. We have more time together."
I stared at him and then I glanced around the hotel room we were in. It was the same one we always got. It had a king-sized bed and large windows with a stunning view of LA. And it was always paid for about an hour before we met up here. This room was becoming too familiar to me. I spent several nights a month sleeping here. Fortunately, Jonah always paid for it.
Jonah pulled me closer to him so his hand slid around to my back. I was pressed against him now and having his naked body touching mine only reminded me of what we did each night we stayed here. As much as I hated myself for it, I was pushing away my concerns and sadness and instead met his eyes again.
"How much time?" I whispered and Jonah smiled.
"Enough time to make you feel good," he said in a seductive voice.
He rolled us over so he was on top of me now and then his lips collided with mine. He started the kiss slowly, but quickly it grew in intensity. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me while we kissed. A part of me always became a little territorial when we were together. Once I got my arms around him, it was harder for me to let go.
Mostly because I knew he'd be the one to pull away.
While we kissed, Jonah moved his hand down my body. I always leaned into his touch and I savored the way his hand felt against my skin. He rubbed up and down my side and he stroked my leg. Then he gripped my thigh and pulled my leg up to wrap around his waist. I naturally started grinding against him. It felt good to have any kind of friction between my legs and I gasped a little as I moved my hips against his body.
Jonah's lips fell away from mine and he kissed my neck while I laid my head back against the pillow. I reached my hands up and slid my fingers into his hair. I played with it and pulled on it while he kissed me. His hands were sliding all over my naked body and I sighed heavily the more he touched me.
"How do you want it?" Jonah whispered. He kissed down to my chest. His hands came up and cupped my boobs. He squeezed them together and licked between them. I moaned and arched my back. His tongue licked over one of my nipples slowly.
