Unlike most things in life, Jonah thought, the wait had indeed been worth it. She was a vision in lingerie, as perfectly made as the weapons she had once produced. Smooth skin, tone muscles, and ample curves in all the right places. And just like the guns Miss Ormand used to design and manufacture, Damage knew how to handle a woman of her caliber.
'Nothing bad about that,' Jonah remarked in his head as her hands moved up his chest and worked on his buttons. His mouth was too busy back on her neck, just below her ear, to answer out loud. Jonah's hands gracefully toiled behind her back, rubbing it gently then unfastening her bra.
Like a cruel joke, his pants hung open but his intense erection still remained trapped inside his boxer-briefs. God, he wanted her now more than ever - her warmth and soft skin against his was invigorating. The first signs of impatience showed, however, as he finished with her bra and brought his hands to his own shirt, and finished the work she had begun. He ripped his white Oxford and undershirt off in one hurried motion. Then pulled Eve in again, pressing their bare upper bodies against each other, and planted a passionate kissed her lips.