Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

Jonah studies me for a few beats, the wicked intent in his eyes softening a touch. “I’m taking you away that weekend.” “Really?” My heart stutters, my pending doom pushed aside for a moment. “Where?” “It’s a surprise.” “But what if you get called into work?” Talk of drought is all that seems to be on the state news lately. “You’re more important to me than work, Calla,” he says evenly. My body feels lighter, more relaxed. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear Jonah say those words until just now. He hooks his index finger through the center of my panties and draws them the rest of the way off. “Is there anything else you want to tell me about?” he asks in that overly calm voice. His steely gaze drags over my body.

I checked my girlfriend’s Instagram account during my break today.” His fingertip continues past my tailbone. I grit my teeth against the urge to react, which is what he wants. “But instead of seeing a video of that—” The mattress shifts as Jonah moves in to hover over me, his thighs straddling my hips, his hands settling on either side of my pillow, his mouth grazing my shoulder. The slightest nip of teeth catches my skin. “I found out she posted another naked picture of me.” “You weren’t naked!” Well, technically he was. “You can’t see anything!” “And tagged our company’s profile in it.” I can’t keep my laughter at bay anymore as I turn my head to meet his eyes. “It’s great marketing.” “Is it really? Because I’ve got an in-box full of private messages from both women and men who are not interested in booking a flight with me.” “But they’re definitely looking for a ride.” I’ve seen some of those messages. They’re equal parts appalling and hilarious. Jonah’s lip twitches. He’s struggling to hide his smile. “You know, for someone who was three seconds away from dumping chili on a woman last month for touching my thigh, I’m surprised you find this so funny.” “I trust you.” I also block every one of those accounts. “Good to know.” The roguish look that flashes across his face makes my stomach flip. He shifts, and I feel hot breath kissing my spine, followed by the lightest stroke of his tongue. I swallow my nerves. “What are you about to do?”