Jonas ran his hand across Francesca’s ribcage again. It made her shiver, but she didn't recoil from him the way she had when he touched the tattoos in the past.
Her n*****s were hard and her breathing was shallow - a reaction he appreciated even though he hadn't expected it.
He felt himself getting hard again and moved down the bed slightly so he could kiss her breasts and appreciate the way she tasted.
She moaned, and he moved a hand to her knee to spread her legs, but she pushed him gently away and sat up.
"We should get dressed. There are more important things to deal with before we can make up for lost time."
Jonas cleared his throat and reached for his clothes.
"You're right. I wish you weren't, but you are and we shouldn't keep the others waiting. Not that it is going to b
