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happy about that, thought you’d already been through enough. And he was worried about me coming face to face with him.”

The corners of her mouth lift slightly before she burrows back into my chest. “I swear you find the strangest things funny.”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.”

“Blake is funny,” she says like a petulant child.

I hold Raven, her body relaxed and nestled into mine. I think of how she was neglected as a child. I smooth her hair and kiss her head, wishing I could be enough to fill that void in her soul.

I can’t change her past. But I’ll damn well keep her safe in the future. After she hung up on me tonight, not knowing where she was, I was driving all over town worried she’d been in an accident, or worse. That shit ain’t happening again.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“That stunt you pulled on the phone with me tonight?”

Her body curls deeper into my lap. “Um, which part?”

“You should know tonight won’t be the last time I fuck up. I’m new to relationship stuff, so you can plan on getting pissed at me a lot. But from now on, when you’re pissed, you do it where I can see you.”

She pushes herself up, her hand on my chest. “See you?”

“You can put up walls and not talk to me, call me every name in the book, throw shit at me, I don’t care. But you’ll do it with me and end every night in my bed.”

“But, but—”

“No buts.” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and give her a squeeze. “I’ve been in fights with guys twice my size, been locked in holds so tight I didn’t know if I’d survive, but I’ve never been as scared as I was tonight.”

“Jonah—”

“Driving around town, looking for your car, knowing that Dominick has his sights on you . . .” I slide my hand up and grab a handful of her silky hair. “I can’t lose you.”

She blinks once then again. “I promise. You’ll never lose me, Jonah.” She rests her forehead against mine. “Never.”

I pull her to my chest and she nestles in.

“No more hanging up on my ass either,” I say while I rub her back.

“Okay. As long as you never call me the b-word again.”

“Deal.”

She sighs and nuzzles her face against my neck. I feel the brush of her nose under my ear. As if touching isn’t enough, she breathes in deep, taking a little bit of me inside her. I stifle a groan.

Shifting on my lap, she tempts me with her sexy ass. The sweet fragrance of her shampoo combined with the feel of her soft body permeates my brain. I’m overwhelmed with the burning desire to be inside her. My blood races. The primal man in me wants to stand up and beat his chest, knowing that he’s found a woman to claim, to mark her as his own, going places with her that no man has gone before.

“I love you, Raven.”

She tilts her head up to look at me. “I love you.”

I brush my knuckles against her cheek. “Can I show you?”

Her eyebrows drop low.

“Make love to you, baby.” I answer her unspoken question.

Her body goes rigid in my arms and she studies my face. Whatever she sees seems to agree with her. A sexy smile pulls at her lips and damn if that doesn’t seal the deal.

Nodding her head slowly, I stand with her still in my arms. She cups my face, her thumbs at my dimples, and places feather light kisses against my mouth. I race to the bedroom, her giggles bouncing against my lips the entire way.

Seventeen

Raven

Locked in Jonah’s bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror. My hands grip the counter and I lean in to study my face: red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes and a wild mane of dark hair framing my pale face.

“Lovely. I look like a zombie. Real sexy, Raven,” I whisper to myself.

Even though I took a shower a few hours ago, I decide another one might help to rinse the dead, decaying look from my face. I pull my hair into a messy bun to keep it dry, and stand under the warm water. A good scrub of my face has me feeling human again. I hop out and the reality of what’s about to happen has me patting my body dry faster than usual. Butterflies swirl in my belly along with eager anticipation.

A smile pulls at my cheeks, flooding my body with warmth. I push the obstacles from today to the back of my head and lock my worries away. They’ll still be there tomorrow. Tonight, it’s just us.

I brush my teeth and throw on a new pair of panties I bought on my last Victoria’s Secret shopping spree. After I slide the bright blue lace up my legs, I check out my reflection from all angles.

This particular style is called The Cheeky and while checking out my backside, I can see why. The low slung, hip huggers are made of delicate lace that cut up dramatically in the back accenting the full curves of my bottom. I bought these with Jonah in mind. He can’t seem to keep his hands off my booty, and I can’t wait to see what he thinks of these.

I forgo a bra or tank and decide topless is the way to go. I run a brush through my hair and allow the messy waves to fall in haphazard disarray.

A quick peek into the bedroom reveals lit candles, soft music, but no Jonah. I race to his bed, arms crossed at my chest, and crawl on top. Lying on my stomach, I take deep breaths to calm my nerves.

He has so much experience with sex. What if I disappoint him? He’s used to sexually confident women who probably hang from the rafters or stand on their heads. I can’t compete with that.

“Stop it. It’s going to be fine. You can hang from rafters,” I whisper. Muffling my giggles into the pillow,

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