He was captivating, scorching hot and wickedly tempting. The epitome of power and strength encased in the body of an angel and he had possessed me. Need for him coursed through my veins white hot and I had been incomprehensively burned”
Our connection had been instant, intense and all consuming, seriously unexplainable to most, but crystal clear to us.
Jonah Jacobson was the summation of all my fears, nightmares and smouldering deep desire. After living a life that knew only pain, violence and fear inflicted by successful, power driven men, everything he signified should have repelled me but it didn’t.
Jonah’s hand flexed at his sides, his stance predator like as his eyes never left mine. Swaying my hips and running my hands provocatively through my hair I twirled around the pole, bending, thrusting and showcasing my body with every turn. Fingers ran down the length of my body, riding the swell of my chest and tracing the flatness of my stomach as I arched my back then crouched low while remaining locked into Jonah’s stare. Sweat clung to my skin and hair as I continued my seduction, lost to the music and my highly sexual behaviour. He only had eyes for me, mine only for him. He watched the fullness of my ass, the gyration of my hips as if indulging in foreplay. As the song concluded, I backed up to the pole, reaching a hand above my head. Mouthing the words towards the end of the song, words that described my mood exactly, my body slid down the pole. My thighs parting as I sank into a crouch. Placing a hand strategically to hide my moist, aching sex, the brief flash of skin at the apex of my thighs made Jonah suck in a harsh breath and bunch his fists so fiercely his knuckles were almost white. The rush of power mixed with adrenaline was heady; Jonah’s reaction stirred my hunger. He was lost to my performance, enthralled in the show which only intensified our collective need. I remained in that position until the music volume tailed off, the crowd refocusing. Whistles and cheers resounded around the room as the moment passed and reality crashed down. Standing, I exited the stage, aware of the suggestive comments and daggered glares thrown at me from both males and females. Ignoring my surroundings I headed straight for Jonah, launching myself into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. I moaned as my sex found his erection and his fingers dug into my ass.
“Bad girl Savannah,” he growled. His eyes were heavy almost trance like. His ardour was evident, hot and thick against the crease of my sex.
“Just putting it out there,” my slow sexy smile indicated I had more than made my point.
A dark brow arched as I wriggled against his hardness. “I think the fact you make my cock hard as steel is currently on show for all to see.”
I rocked against him again, harder, my clit swelling against the feel of him so hard and ready.
“Savannah,” his warning as he gripped my ass and urged me closer made me groan. A sound of need he returned.
“The fact you got off on my show is pure semantics Mr Jacobson. Now no woman will be in doubt.”
The hand supporting my spine squeezed at the nape tilting my head back. His tongue tasted my neck as it swept over the damp skin, ascended over my chin and ended in my mouth. I sucked it teasingly, silently promising to do the same when wrapped around his cock…..later. He pulled his head away a fraction, “I’m going to fuck you in front of the entire club if you keep that up.”
I tightened my legs around his waist needing to be closer, my sex wet and needy in anticipation of him making good on his threat.
“Fuck Ava, do you really want to do this here? I will if that’s what it takes to satisfy that delicious pussy of yours.”
The fact his self-restraint was slipping because of me and how I affected him made me burn for him more.
“Do that and they will definitely get the message.”
His lips crushed mine with a groan that vibrated against my chest. His tongue probed wet and deep as it fucked my mouth with long, firm licks.
“What’s the message Ava?” He already had the answer; he needed to hear it from my own lips. Nipping his jaw gently I worked my way from his ear to his full sinful lips.
“You’re mine,” I whispered against his mouth.
Clutching me to his chest, he buried his head in my sweat clad locks “Baby” he breathed. Placing my hands beside his head I tilted it backwards as my eyes took him in. “Take me home and screw me hard” I ordered.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied, his mouth taking mine as he carried me easily out of the club.
I was torn with this book because for a while Ava mixed signals with herself and allowing love to consume and be a part of her life, graved at my nerves. Her using sex as an outlet of opening up and facing reality was a push and pull for me. It wasn't until the truth started to unfold and her feeling started mirroring those of Jonah when things started getting interesting and the story took a turn for the absolute BEST in my opinion.
I was not prepared for what was revealed nor what happened after the revealing. After reading the prologue I assumed a different vision from the story that was explained while pushed to the edges of her resolved by Jonah who only wanted "IN". I even shed a tear or two from both revelations in hopes his was not false.
I am eagerly awaiting book two because I am on the brinks of who actually will have the final say and what secret was not told. I have so many ideas going throw my head it is not funny. Courtney captivated my mind and piqued my curiosity of wanting MORE of Savannah Mae and Jonah. This is a GREAT read.