Feel The Fire (Unforgettable Series)

by Adrianne Byrd

  Chapter 19

  “Who is it?” Toni’s agitated voice roared from the other side.

  “Me! Open up!” He continued to bang while the locks disengaged.

  The door finally swooshed open and an angry Toni, wrapped in a silk, champagne-colored robe-and looking too damn sexy for her own good-glared back up at him. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  Jonas ignored the question and Bogarted his way into the house.

  “Hey!” She slammed the door in his wake.

  Still a man on a mission, Jonas searched the kitchen, the living room, and the dining room and then raced up the stairs.

  “Jonas Hinton, you get back down here,” she demanded, stomping her foot. When he continued to ignore her, she sprinted up the staircase mad enough to chew a handful of iron nails.

  She found the deranged man in her bedroom, snatching open her walk-in closet and bolting inside like he was a member of a SWAT team.

  “There’s no one here,” he said, his face twisted into a confused frown.

  Toni crossed her arms and leaned against her bedroom’s doorframe. “Are we not counting the crazy nut job that just tore through my house looking for his imaginary friends?”

  Jonas blinked and made another glance into the man-less closet.

  “There’s still no one there,” she said, her anger radiating in waves.

  A few seconds of awkward silence lapsed between them before Jonas’s lips sloped and his cheeks dimpled.

  “Don’t even think you can charm your way out of this,” she warned.

  Finally, he tossed up his hands. “Okay, okay. I might have been a little out of line.”

  Toni arched a singular brow. “Might?”

  Straightening his shoulders, he strolled across the room, still relying on his charm to help him out of this mess. “I saw you tonight at Club Secrets...with Brian Olson.”

  Her gaze dropped to the floor and Jonas swore he sighted a sliver of emotion that he was curious and determined to get to the bottom of. “I apologize,” he offered. “I saw you two together, I jumped to conclusions and I raced over here to...to...”

  Hell, he hadn’t thought this part through.

  “You raced over here to what?” she asked. This time both of her brows crawled upward.

  “To...make sure...that you didn’t do something you might regret.”

  “What? Like sleep with Brian?”

  The mere thought and the casual way she said it, stirred his jealous anew. “Something like that.”

  “And you think I’d regret that?”

  “Well, sex with an ex can usually lead to problems.” Never mind that was exactly what he had planned for the evening. Damn. He’d forgotten about Patsy.

  “Is that right?” she asked, still leaning casually against the doorframe. “And who, pray tell, was the beautiful woman propped on your lap this evening?”

  For the second time in five minutes, Toni had verbally fenced him into a corner.

  “A friend,” he barked and coughed at the same time.

  Toni’s dark eyes flashed. “Do I look like I was born yesterday?”

  Despite Jonas’s collar buttons being open, he swore the damn thing was clenched tight across his Adam’s apple. “No, um.” He cleared his throat. “I think we’ve already established that you were born quite a few years before me.”

  Wrong choice of words.

  “Are you deliberately trying to piss me off or is this something that’s just comes naturally for you?”

  This time, he dropped his gaze. “No. I’m just trying my best not to admit that I...was jealousy when I saw you tonight.” His heart muscles squeezed so tight that for an insane two seconds he thought he was experiencing a heart attack.

  While silence roared like a freight train between them, Jonas cursed himself for admitting that god-awful truth. So much for his plan to remain emotionally detached—to not be vulnerable—to not get hurt. The train appeared to roar on for forever and Jonas simply grew tired of waiting for her to say something.

  “I better go.” He moved to step past her in the doorway.

  Toni unfolded her arms and caught him by the hand. “I was jealous, too.”

  Jonas froze and then slowly shifted his gaze back to her upturned face. The anger was gone and she looked soft and approachable—and still sexy as hell.

  “When I saw you in the VIP tonight,” she whispered. “I was out of my chair so fast, I think I made Brian’s head spin.” She smiled.

  “That’s not so bad. I left my date powdering her nose in the ladies’ room when I noticed you were gone. I’m willing to bet money she’s pretty pissed around about now.”

  Toni laughed.

  Jonas relaxed despite the warning bell sounding off in his head and the growing hard-on throbbing against his pants leg. Her hands still held his and he caressed her long fingers.

  “So what do we do now?” she asked, pressing up against him. “You want to run back to the club for your date or...” Her head tilted toward the cherry-wood sleigh bed.

  His eyes followed her direction while a smile carved onto his lips.

  “I have to warn you though,” she added. “If you walk out this door, I’ll probably shoot you.”

  Jonas released her hand only to slide his arms around her curved waist. “Wild horses couldn’t drag me out of this bedroom.” He leaned forward, anxious to taste her lips again and then moaned in pleasure when he found them sweeter than the last time.

  Though she stood a half-foot shorter than him, Jonas, nonetheless, felt overwhelmed by her soft curves and heavenly fragrance. When she moaned and twined her hands behind his neck, he deepened the kiss and scooped her up into his arms.

  Tipping her back onto the pillows, Jonas simply crawled on top and continued to overindulge on her heady kisses.

  Toni pulled at the buttons on his shirt and felt them pop off one at a time. When the last one pinged across the room, she peeled the fine material off his broad shoulders and roamed her hands across the wide span of his back. After her fingertips assessed every inch of him, she couldn’t help but sigh with the results of their exploration.

  Jonas came alive when Toni’s hands tug at his pants waistline. So much so that he was already grinding his throbbing sex against her thin silk robe and loving the way that she was grinding back.

  He smiled against her lips. How refreshing it was to be entangled with a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it—and yet there was nothing selfish about her lovemaking. She made sure to give as much pleasure as she took. Toni fed his starving body and still had a way of making him beg for more.

  Who wouldn’t like that in a woman?

  Toni rolled Jonas over and saddled up on top. Her gaze latched onto his as she sucked in her bottom lip and teased him mercilessly by untying her robe’s belt at a snail’s pace.

  When she’d finally slid the thin sash from around her waist and her robe parted down the center, Jonas wrenched his gaze from her heavy stare and dipped it down her body until it landed on her V of black curls.

  Lord have mercy.

  “Miss me?” she questioned softly.

  Jonas bobbed his head and when she shed the robe from her shoulders, his mouth watered and he repeatedly licked his lips.

  A laugh tumbled from her lips, teasing and mocking him; but he was so delirious with lust, he didn’t give a damn. His greedy hands cupped her full breasts, his fingers and thumbs gently rotated her perked nipples until she gasped and squirmed with pleasure.

  Two could play this game.

  “Do you like that?” he asked, sitting straight up. When she stalled to answer, his fingers tightened on her nipples. “Um?”

  “Y-yes,” she panted.

  He smiled and planted a trail of kisses along her collarbone and then blazed a new trail through the valley between her breasts. Lord, she smelled good.

  “Let me finish helping you out of these pants,” she suggested.

  Nodding, he released he
r breasts and allowed her to push him back down onto the bed’s pillows. He watched her through the mesh of his curly eyelashes while she crawled backwards and tugged his pants and boxers down. His swollen sex sprang ramrod-straight into the air the moment the material glided off his hips and he didn’t miss the glow of pleasure in her eyes.

  When he was at last stripped nude, Toni perfected her catlike crawl back up his body and stopped when she’d reached his towering erection.

  Curious of what she would do next, Jonas folded his arms behind his head and continued to watch her. Apparently, Toni wasn’t finished teasing him. Her gaze found his through his curtain of lashes as she eased her head down before his throbbing cock.

  Her warm breath, drifting across his taut flesh was enough to do him in, but he kept his jaw set in restraint. Yet after a few seconds of this unusual standoff, his hips lifted and nudged his quivering sex against her lips.

  Another sly smile slid across her full lips. “Is there something you want?” she asked.

  Jonas didn’t know when it had started, but he was suddenly aware his breathing was reduced to short puffs while his heart raced as if he’d just finished hiking up Mount Everest.

  “Hmm?” she asked, and then slowly slid her tongue up his shaft once like it was her favorite lollipop.

  He nodded and then nudged his cock against her mouth again.

  She gave it another long lick.

  Another nudge.

  Another lick.

  On the fourth lick, he was damn near ready to explode. Now how in the hell had she managed that? Her eyes narrowed on him as if suspecting his eruption and she gave him a disapproving shake of her head. “I don’t think so, baby.”

  She cat-crawled the rest of the way up his body and then stopped when her knees cradled the sides of his head on the pillow.

  Jonas gladly lifted his head and plunge his tongue deep into her pink cave. When she quivered in response, he lifted his arms and locked them around her hips. The power ball was back in his court and he was determined to hold onto it for as long as possible.

  His tongue dived, twirled and pulsed inside of her. The room filled with the sound of her sighs, gasps and whimpers. Her orgasm, no doubt, hit with an Olympic time and her knees bucked as she tried to crawl away.

  However, Jonas felt the need to teach her a lesson and kept his arm locked around her hips and his tongue lapping at her flowing juices until another orgasm wrenched a scream from her hoarse throat.

  Satisfied, he released her and she slumped over to the other side of the bed, panting as though she’d narrowly escaped his wild feasting with her life.

  Jonas grabbed his pants from the floor and retrieved a condom from his wallet. Energized and emboldened by his short-lived dominance, he coaxed her legs and planted himself between. To his surprise, his hands trembled as he slid the latex over his straining flesh. He was desperate to get inside of her.

  Still feeling loose-limbed and languid after her two incredible orgasms, a lazy smile slithered onto Toni’s face as she watched Jonas’s eyes glaze with unfettered passion. Her gaze drank in his gloriously nude body while she allowed him to toss her legs over his shoulders. When she felt his heavy shaft against her vaginal lips, she sucked in a breath in preparation of his body’s invasions—but it wasn’t enough.

  He glided into her with one swift thrust and robbed them both of their very breath. He started off with long, measured strokes while rolling his eyes and sucking air through his teeth but after a long while, his pace quickened and the room’s temperature rose to sweltering.

  Dizzy and mumbling incoherently, Toni spiraled into sensory overload. Their heated flesh burned against each other while she made a feral wish that this night could last forever. Another orgasm rose to the surface as their rhythm turned frantic.

  Her body jerked, contracting around his shaft, once, twice, and then another cry tore from her throat as a dazzling orgasm erupted within.

  Jonas dove deeper, growling and praying at the same time. A storm of emotions rumbled and clashed with within him. God, how he loved her body—loved what it could do and how it made him feel. Finally, their body’s friction ignited something within and transformed his growls into a lion roar. He flinched, jerked and, at last, exploded inside of her.

  When the last of his orgasm drained into her, he slumped forward and rested his head on the crook of her neck. “Oh, Toni. What have you done to me?”

  Chapter 20

  “How dare you leave me stranded at that club,” Patsy roared, storming into his office.

  Jonas clamped his mouth shut and took his punishment because to offer an explanation would just land him into deeper hot water.

  “How could you do that to me?” the incensed attorney raged. “I only had my ID and a tube of lipstick on me. Care to know how I made it home?”

  “Patsy, I apologize. Something urgent came up,” he regretfully lied.

  “Urgent my ass. The bouncer told me you ran out of there looking for some woman. Most likely the one you kept staring at when you were supposed to be paying attention to me!”

  Damn. Why didn’t he keep his mouth shut?

  An hour later, when he walked through the doors of T&B Entertainment, Ophelia opened a second can of whoop-ass.

  “How dare you walk out the minute my girls take the stage? Their sole reason for performing was for you!”

  Damn. He’d forgotten about SisterSol.

  “Are you getting some kind of cheap thrill having everyone jump through hoops for you?”

  “Sorry, something urgent came up.”

  “Urgent my ass! The bouncer told us you ran out of there looking for some woman.”

  “Probably that same woman I caught you staring at up in VIP,” Solomon grunted.

  Jonas swore under his breath. Apparently a hundred dollar tip didn’t buy silence nowadays. He chuckled to himself, but his amusement sent the wrong message to his business partners.

  “I’m so glad wasting our time amuses you,” Marcel said, bitingly.

  Jonas tried to look contrite, but it was difficult since he couldn’t stop the glorious images of Toni streaming through his mind. The woman was thoroughly intoxicating to the point he found it difficult to stick to his plan: sex only.

  The fact of the matter was: he wasn’t ready to cast her aside. He would...eventually; but for right now, he wanted to get to know her better.

  What was her story? What made her tick? And why in the hell hadn’t someone snatched her off the market?

  The last question caused laughter to rumble inside his chest. Toni Wright loved men and her independence too much. He imagined a man would have to hogtie Toni and drag her to the altar.

  He laughed again.

  “Are you high, drunk or have you finally lost what few marbles you had left?” Marcel questioned.

  Jonas cleared his throat and glanced around the table. All eyes were on him. “Fine. Fine. We’ll sign the group,” he said, caving. After all, it wouldn’t hurt for him to give in a little. He glanced down at his watch and pushed away from the conference table. “I better go. I have somewhere I need to be.”

  Marcel and Solomon also glanced at their watch.

  “But we’re in the middle of a meeting.”

  “Well, I’m sure you two can carry on without me,” he said, standing and then strolling toward the door. “Michelle can get me on my mobile if you need anything.” He breezed out of the conference room, slamming the door behind him.

  Marcel and Solomon’s gazes zoomed to each other.

  “We’ve got to do something about him,” Solomon said. “And soon.”

  Toni couldn’t stop smiling and feeling like a silly schoolgirl. Each time she thought about how Jonas worked her body, she experienced an orgasmic thrill that had her slumping back in her chair and craving a cigarette.

  And she didn’t even smoke.

  After a few hours of this, the evitable question: how long would this last-surfaced in her mind.

  Ho
w long did she want it last? For months, she’d wanted him, now she had him-twice-and she was in that awkward phase when she estimated or counted down when it was time to move on.

  If she wanted to move on.

  “If,” she repeatedly whispered up to the ceiling.

  The last time she came across this crossroad was with Brian. She chose to stick around and that had turned into a colossal mistake. Sooner or later, men became too possessive too clingy.

  She couldn’t breathe in clingy relationships.

  There was no mistake about it: that danger lurked in Jonas’s eyes. Just look at how he’d stormed over to her place, searching for another man-as if he had the right.

  For the first time that morning, Toni’s smile waned. She refused to belong to any man. Love is a woman’s greatest downfall.

  Anna, Toni’s new secretary, buzzed into her office. “Ms. Wright, there’s a Brian Olson here to see you.”

  Toni groaned and wondered why she didn’t rent out an office with a back door.

  “Ms. Wright?”

  “Yes, yes.” She sighed and glanced at her watch. “Send him in.” Toni straightened in her chair.

  Seconds later, Brian entered her small office, wearing a wide smile and clutching an obviously heavy briefcase.

  “Morning, Brian,” she greeted in her best cheerful voice. “What bring you by this morning?”

  His awkward laugh bounced off the office’s thin walls before he took his seat. “Are you kidding me? You ran out of the club so fast the other night we never got around to discussing business.”