Author's Note: M-rating for this chapter (finally!)

Jonathan woke to something softly touching his nose. He blinked his eyes open to find that it was dark in the room with just the bare hint of dawn coming through a gap in the curtains. And Jennifer was lying there, running her finger down the bridge of his nose.

"Hi," he whispered, warmth beginning to blossom in his chest as he woke and felt the joy of her presence beside him in bed.

"I fell asleep and missed out," she said quietly. "I guess it was my turn. We'll have to stop doing that. But why didn't you wake me?"

"You were exhausted," he said. "And it was nice to just get to sleep beside you."

A sultry smile curled on her lips. "I'm not exhausted now," Jennifer informed him.

The warmth of affection heated into a fire of lust through his body. "No?"

"No," she confirmed. "And we've been engaged all this time and we haven't made love yet."

Jonathan was very aware of that fact. "Well, that was by design," he told her.

She frowned. "Was it?"

"Mhmm," he hummed, reaching out to wrap her in his arms. "Because I know the moment I start making love to you, I'll never want to stop."

"Like I told you before, you don't have to stop." She pulled his arm and rolled onto her back so he ended up on top of her. "I want you to make love to me, Jonathan, and I don't ever want you to stop."

Jonathan was now as wide awake as she was and he could hardly formulate a response, so he kissed her. Their lips collided, and Jonathan felt Jennifer's mouth as hungry as his, spurring him on. His hands found their way to her body. His tongue tangled with hers. He felt her legs spread beneath him and pull him between her thighs.

He let his kisses move over her jaw and down her neck. God, he wanted exist right here forever, just pressed into her beautiful, perfect neck. He felt her fingers tangle into his hair, keeping him anchored there. He sucked hard just below her ear and was rewarded by a sharp gasp of delight.

Holding himself up from putting too much weight on her, Jonathan used his free hand to push up the pajama shirt she wore. Her skin was like silk against his palm. She was hot and glorious to the touch. It did not escape him that this was the first time he'd gotten to touch her bare skin.

Jennifer certainly wasn't idle. Her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders and back, mapping every part of him she could reach and leaving an electric trail on his skin in her wake. But Jonathan needed more. So much more. He pulled away from her so he could sit back and undo the buttons on the shirt she wore with shaking hands. Jennifer's own hands, her beautiful, soft hands, moved to his chest.

"Oh my, my," she praised as her fingers traced patterns through his chest hair, pushing aside the chain he always wore. Jonathan ventured a glance at her and saw the way her eyes were dark and blown wide with arousal. Her lips, already slightly swollen from his heated kisses, were parted. He watched as she licked them in erotic anticipation.

At last, though, he managed to undo all the buttons and open the silk pajama shirt to reveal her incredible body. Jonathan hadn't realized she wasn't wearing a single thing underneath that shirt. She was entirely bare before him. "Wow," he choked out.

Jennifer did not allow him to stare at her for more than a moment, however, before she pulled him back down into another fiery kiss.

Jonathan, however, would not be deterred. He readjusted so he could travel down her body. She was covered in freckles, and it was in his mind to spend hours and days connecting each and every little dot with his tongue. But he'd have time later. For the rest of their lives.

Her breasts were pert and gorgeous and begging for his touch. Jonathan's mind went completely blank as he traced the curve of her breast with his lips, dragging them wetly over her skin before taking one nipple into his mouth while palming the other. She squirmed and whimpered beneath him.

"Oh Jonathan," she cooed, her voice husky but soft. She sighed his name a few more times as he alternated his attentions.

Jennifer canted her hips underneath him as her body sought more and more. Jonathan let his free hand skim over her waist and hip and between her legs to touch her. She moaned with pleasure. His fingers followed the guidance of her body, letting her show him what she wanted and doing his best to keep focused on her. He wanted to learn her, learn everything about what she wanted and needed, how to please her now and forever. But as it was, his cock was getting painfully hard, and he could barely breathe. And it was absolutely incredible.

Jennifer felt her whole body alight with pleasure. She should have known Jonathan Hart would be incredible in bed. He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen in her life, and as soon as she could move or have coherent thought, she was going to spend hours nuzzling against that fantastic chest of his.

But right now, she had no thoughts whatsoever. All she could do was feel. The way he touched her was so perfect, so powerful yet gentle, and the tightening in her abdomen that threatened to snap her apart at any second was all that existed for her.

"Jonathan," she whined, begging for her release. She wanted him so badly, she was going to burst. His touch and his kiss and his whole presence and everything about him. Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan, her mind repeated over and over in time with the rapid beating of her heart.

Jennifer could feel herself on the edge of the knife. He had worked her into a frenzy, driving her mad. And just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she tipped over that edge, her climax pulsating through her whole body.

The next thing Jennifer knew, the warm weight above her was gone. She forced her eyes open to see that Jonathan had left her to pull his pajama pants off. He moved a little too quickly for her to be able to look at him properly before he settled back on top of her. She spread her legs wide to welcome him. She tried to pull him in for another searing kiss, but he kept himself propped up just out of reach.

"Jennifer, you're incredible," he said reverently. He brushed her hair off her face from where the sweat had caused it to stick.

"I haven't done much yet," she replied. Her voice was a little hoarse from her heavy breathing. "So far, it's you who's incredible."

Jonathan grinned proudly. "You ain't seen nothin' yet," he told her.

"Well, it's dark in here and you didn't give me much of a chance to see, but I caught an eyeful," she teased.

His brow raised in interest. "Yeah? And is the lady satisfied?"

"She isn't nearly fully satisfied yet, but she certainly likes what she sees so far."

The both of them giggled a little at their innuendos, and Jennifer couldn't help but revel in that. She and Jonathan were in the midst of sex and they were making jokes. These kinds of things always seemed to pop into her head, but she'd learned that a lot of men didn't like her smart mouth or else her wit could kill the mood. But not with Jonathan. Jonathan was perfect, so of course he would match her banter with ease.

And of course he would be hung like a stallion. It had been pressing up against her leg while he pleasured her, and even the quick glimpse she'd gotten had been enough for her to know what he was working with. She shivered in anticipation for what was to come.

Jonathan covered her body with his as he kissed her again. Jennifer's hands went back to mapping every inch of his muscled back. He was hard and heavy and hot against her, practically poised at her entrance. She was about to break the kiss to tell him to take her, but Jonathan beat her to the punch. He seemed to already know what she wanted and needed. Even after two days, he understood her in a way no man ever had before.

They moaned into each other's mouths as Jonathan pushed inside her. Jennifer was ready and wanting, but it had been a while. She needed to adjust to accommodate him. But as desperate as they were for each other, Jonathan was patient and gentle. Perfect.

He held himself up and paused there with his hips flush against hers and buried to the hilt inside her. Jennifer felt full and stretched in all the very best ways. She shifted against to let him know she was ready. He smiled down at her, and she pulled him into yet another kiss. Gentler this time, caressing each other's lips and brushing tongues together. Jonathan pulled out and slowly pushed back inside her, setting a torturous, heavenly pace. She sighed and found his rhythm so she could meet him with each thrust.

She was close. Her body fluttered with anticipation of another release. She reached down to grip his ass and press him into her harder. Jonathan sped up and took her hard, but not too fast. Not just yet. He ended their kiss so he could breathe. He panted against her neck, chanting her name softly in time with breath. Jennifer was on fire, inside and out, and the blaze grew into an inferno until she snapped, this time even more powerful than before. Her back arched off the bed as her orgasm moved over her in waves while she gasped for air.

Jonathan moved faster, carrying her through her climax and chasing his own until he pulled out and finished. Only then did he still. Jennifer was still twitching with aftershocks and held him close. He collapsed back down with his release painted between them, but Jennifer didn't care. She couldn't feel anything except pleasure. Pleasure and joy and love.