Page 38 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess

The words were direct, but his hands waited.

I lifted my arms.

He pulled the tank over my head and dropped it beside his shirts.

I wore a red lace bra I’d carried in my handbag because Daddy could confiscate my luggage but not my standards.

Jonah stared.

“Say something,” I told him.

“You’re beautiful.”

My throat tightened.

“That’s acceptable.”

His hands cupped my breasts through the lace. His thumbs moved over my nipples until they hardened beneath the fabric.

I arched into him.

Jonah kissed the top of one breast, then the other. His mouth moved lower while he opened the front clasp.

The bra fell away.

His lips closed around my nipple.

Pleasure shot through me.

I gripped his shoulders and held him closer as his tongue circled the tight peak. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same slow attention while one hand slid into the back of my shorts.

His palm covered my ass.

“You feel good,” he said against my skin.

“So do you.”

“That wasn’t a complete review.”

“You’re fishing for praise.”

“I’m checking the evidence.”

I laughed, but the sound broke into a gasp when he bit my nipple gently.

“Bedroom,” I said.

Jonah lifted his head.

I braced one hand on his shoulder, pulled off one boot and then the other, and set them beside the bedroom door. Then I opened my shorts and pushed them over my hips.

The denim slid down my legs.

The red lace underwear matched the bra on the floor.

“Do I look uncertain?”

“No.”