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my out of control need to have my pussy filled and fucked was out of the question. Gritting my teeth and smiling flakily I turned my head to the side and the unique scent of dominant male scattered my senses. Jonah’s head lowered to my ear. “I love that you’re jealous, Ava, it shows you still care.”
    My legs almost collapsed under the truthfulness of his words. I hated myself for wanting him, but I did. I was kidding myself. Maintaining control around this man was a losing battle. I had no idea how to keep up the fight.
    “I hate myself for still caring,” I whispered. “I hate myself for still wanting anything to do with you after what you did to me.”
    “Baby,” he whispered equally as low, his words sending shivers across my heated skin. “I love you. I love that you still care. I love that you still want me. Because I need you to live, Ava, without you I’m as well as dead.”
    “Every time I look at you I remember her.” Silky blonde hair and the coldest blue eyes impaired my memories as I closed my eyes. “You have no idea what true love really is Jonah. Neither of us does.”
    “The fuck I don’t,” he growled in my ear. The intensity in his tone made my body shudder in response. “I think you need a reminder right now.”
    His grip left my elbow, his arm tightening around my waist instead. My feet moved involuntarily as he began leading me through the intimate setting and closely knit tables of the hotel dining room. My heels attempted to dig in, halt him in his tracks but his sheer size and will drove me forward.
    “Where the hell are we going?” I asked, panic hitting me. A pissed off Jonah was a formidable, yet sexy as hell, force. Fighting the two was a mountainous task.
    “I’m going to reacquaint you with what my love actually feels like Ava. I’m going to fuck all memories of Darcy, my Uncle and the last few weeks away. I’m going to fuck you for so long, fill you so full of my love you won’t be able to breathe without begging for more.”
    “No Jonah,” I pleaded quietly. “Not here, not now.”
    “Right fucking here, right now,” he replied, his tone dripping in dominance. “You are mine sweetheart, you belong to me. It’s time to remind you of that fact.”
    My sex clenched in delighted anticipation dripping my panties in wetness immediately. Desire banged through my core as he pushed me towards the plush female restroom to the rear of the dining area that I already knew was lockable, expensively decorated and housed a huge chaise lounge in the corner of a mirrored section to the right of the entrance. With the way Jonah vehemently directed me towards that particular room; it was obvious he knew what lay behind the heavy wooden door also.
    Pushing me roughly through the entrance, his arm left me for a second as he closed the door behind him with an ominous click of the lock sliding into place. I scanned the private stalls to the left as Jonah stalked walked towards me with a sly grin on his face. Following my line of vision, he nodded towards the toilets. “We’re alone sweetheart. I’ve been checking for the last thirty minutes.”
    My greedy eyes raked in his profile with appreciation as he stood before me. Dark brown hair fell lazily across his forehead; his deep blue eyes were hooded with lust. I whimpered as my sex cramped violently, an action that was visible in its intensity. My breath caught in my throat as my pulse thumped at the base of my neck. Weeks of need, want and longing unleashed pent up frustration, suppressed hunger flowed through my veins like hot molten lava. It was still there. The invisible but tangible electric current that wound around our souls and pulled us together remained undamaged and untouched. My hand clamped down hard between my thighs as the swell of my clit heightened, the tender nub crying out for his touch. Jonah’s breath hitched and his shirt strained across his sculptured chest as he exhaled and inhaled forcefully.
    “I need