“You want to know the truth?” he hissed. “There are things that get me even harder than your sweet mouth.”
One of his hands wrapped firmly around her hips, holding her in place. The other guided his bare erection slowly along her core. Oh, God. She shivered as he moved further and further, circling his tip until her body shook.
“You’re so wet,” he bit out.
She rocked back, but he held her in place with a dark groan.
Now he was back in control. He continued his slow, seductive torture, pausing at every sensitive spot, teasing until she moaned. She twisted her hips, but he wouldn’t let her move. A ripple of pleasure shot through her.
“What do you want, Alice?” He took a couple of harsh breaths. “Because I don’t think you’re interested in struggling or fighting.”
“You’re wrong,” she whispered. “It turns me on. And I can feel this is turning you on, too.” She struggled against his hand to underscore her point.
“Keep going, Jonas,” she breathed.
His fingers flexed into her hips, and he thrust, his erection slipping between her legs. “You’re going to make me come before we’ve even started.”
He let go of her and walked away, leaving her bent over to bed, her panties around her knees. Was she supposed to just wait like that? She turned around and sat on the bed, stepping out of her panties.
Jonas rummaged through his duffel bag and pulled out a condom. He walked back to the bed and stood in front of her, his erection bobbing just inches away. His hand caressed her cheek.
“What are you looking for, Alice?” he whispered. “I want to clear this up. Because just thinking about you asking some other fucker to make you struggle is taking me to a dark place.”
She furrow her brow. “I don’t want to do this with anyone else,” she said softly.
He closed his eyes and took a long breath. Then he handed her the condom.
“Put it on,” he said, colder again.
His voice sent sparks through her, and her fingers shook as she tore off the wrapper. She played with his hard length a little as she rolled the condom down. He lifted her dress off and dropped it on the ground. Alice scooted further back on the bed, and Jonas followed, climbing over her.
He settled between her legs. It was the most vanilla of positions, but nothing about him was vanilla. He was raw, volatile, his body taut with tension. Where was this going?
He lowered himself onto his elbows, effectively locking her in place. She tested the restraints of his body, each move sending a delicious erotic rush through her. How could he deny that they both liked a little struggle? Every time she moved, his erection strained against her.
His eyes were stormy and dark. “You know what I think you’re looking for?”
Her breath caught. He wasn’t just talking about bedroom preferences anymore. What was he going to say? Answers rushed through her head, things she couldn’t have. Things that didn’t belong in this little hotel room.
Alice closed her eyes. “What am I looking for, Jonas?”
His breaths were soft in her ear. “I think you’re running from your past just as hard as I am. I think you’re looking for someone to make you stop running.”
She stilled. His words were raw, as if he had stolen a glimpse into her private thoughts, thoughts that weren’t even fully formed.
“You don’t play fair, either,” she whispered.
She tugged her hand from his grip and brought it to his face. She moved her fingers along the scar on his jaw. She moved down his corded neck, his heaving muscles, onto his chest until she found the inked bird. It was an ugly black thing, its wing at an painful angle. He closed his eyes as she traced the little design with her fingers. His mouth twisted down.
“You’re looking for that, too, Jonas,” she whispered.
His jaw worked, but he said nothing. His chest expanded and contracted against hers in heavy breaths, and his pulse ticked at the base of his throat. After long, silent minutes, he kissed her gently and rested his forehead against hers. His erection pressed into her core.
She wove her hand into his hair and brought her lips to his. “So what do we do with that?”
“We fuck,” he said, so softly.
She brushed her lips against his once more. “Baise-moi.”
Jonas reached between his legs and angled his tip at her entrance. In one hard drive of his hips, he filled her. She gasped. There was nothing on earth that felt this good, this right. His raspy breaths came fast, and his forehead shone with a faint sheen of sweat in the moonlight.
He reach for one of her hands and laced his fingers with hers, pinning it over her head. He had done the same thing earlier today, but this time it was different. More. He began to move. His muscles rippled with each luscious thrust. His other hand played with her breast, teasing, sending bolts of pleasure through her. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him. His dark blue eyes blazed into hers, intense, full of need.
He wasn’t fucking her. He was saying goodbye. To her. To everything they could be if their lives were different. She swallowed the lump in her throat and pulled him down. Their lips met in a hot, explosive kiss. He matched every stroke of her tongue, every bite. She panted, gasping as he came in for more and more. He gripped her hand tighter, and his hips moved faster, harder.
Everything inside exploded in one overwhelming burst. Her body trembled as more waves of pleasure washed through her. He chased her pleasure with his own guttural cries, low and desperate, as he took his final stokes.
He groaned, his body heavy on hers, but neither of them moved. She could have stayed there forever. He bowed his head and ran his lips down her earlobe. He kissed her neck and held her tightly. There was nothing left to say, so she kissed him and pulled him closer.
Dear Readers,
I hope you enjoyed this episode in Jonas and Alice’s relationship! It’s one of four hot novelettes, an episode in their larger story about lust, intimacy and redemption. Each novelette is designed to be read in one sitting, with an end that both satisfies but also opens questions into the next.
Ready to read on? The stories in the Stockholm Diaries, Alice series are as follows:
#1: One Night in Stockholm – March, 2017
#2: One Night in Paris – March, 2017
#3: One Night in New York – June, 2017
#4: New Years in Stockholm – June, 2017
Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this story, please consider leaving a review on your favorite reader sites. And don’t forget to sign up for my mailing list for news, giveaways and other fun stuff here.
xoxo,
Rebecca
www.rebeccahunterwriter.com
About the Author
Rebecca Hunter is a writer, editor and translator who has always loved to read and travel. Though she earned a Bachelor’s in English and a Master’s in English Education, most of what she learned about writing romance has come from other sources.
Rebecca has, over the years, called many places home, including Michigan, where she grew up, New York, San Francisco and, of course, Stockholm, Sweden. After their most recent move from Sweden back to the San Francisco Bay Area, she and her husband assured each other they’d never move again. Well, probably not.
Other Books in the Stockholm Diaries Series
Stockholm Diaries, Caroline - winner of the 2016 National Excellence in Romantic Fiction Award
Stockholm Diaries, Caroline 2
Stockholm Diaries, Melanie
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