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Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Jonas had steeled himself for Natalie to suddenly attack him–maybe slit his throat or stab him in the heart. But what he hadn’t anticipated was her apparent fascination with his feet.
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The thin summer camouflage pants he wore offered little barrier, and when her cool fingers first slipped under the edge of his boot, he remained still, curious about what game she was playing.
Then she did it again–this time, using both hands to grip the edge of his boot and lift his leg. The control he prided himself on suddenly wavered. For the first time in years, Jonas found himself caught off guard.
Now, wide awake, he watched her from beneath hooded eyes. Natalie was crouched over, her lips slightly parted in concentration as she struggled to lift his leg. Her backside jutted out as she adjusted her position, giving her an almost absurdly determined air.
Jonas’s mind raced with possibilities, none of them logical. ‘Is she trying to plant a tracker on me?‘ he wondered, a skeptical frown crossing his face.
He considered shutting his eyes and continuing his act, letting her actions play out. But when her movements became even clumsier–her upper body leaning further down, pressing closer to his leg–his thoughts took a turn down an inappropriate path.
“That angle… The image in his mind veered into territory that was anything but professional. Jonas cursed under his breath, his control slipping further.
Realizing what inappropriate stuff he was thinking, he stifled a laugh and finally broke his silence with a low, mocking chuckle. Before she could react, he suddenly lifted the leg she had been holding.
He thought with smug realization, ‘Now I get it. Natalie’s trying to seduce me.‘
Natalie froze at the sound of his scoff, the sharp, unexpected noise startling her.
But it was nothing compared to the sheer panic that coursed through her when his powerful leg suddenly lifted together with her so easily.
The sensation was akin to standing in an empty stairwell, only to feel an icy breath at the nape of her neck–unnerving and bone–chilling.
Her throat tightened, the surge of terror swallowing her scream before it could escape. Instinct took over, and Natalie loosened her grip, ready to flee. But just as she turned, a sun–kissed arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back with unyielding force.
The moment the firm grip constricted the soft curve of her abdomen, Natalie felt the world tilt violently.
A flash of silvery moonlight streaked before her eyes as her body collided with the plush mattress beneath her, the impact sending a faint bounce through its surface.
Before she could fully grasp the situation, Jonas’s towering, muscular frame loomed above her, casting a deep shadow that swallowed her whole. His presence was overwhelming, every inch of his powerful physique enveloping her petite form like a predator cornering its prey.
And she–helpless and breathless–was pinned beneath him in a position so vulnerable, so uncomfortably submissive, it felt like an unspoken surrender.
Natalie reacted on instinct, wriggling against him in a frantic attempt to free herself. Her hands moved, only for her to realize, to her growing dread, that at some point, Jonas had captured her wrists and pinned them above her head.
His calloused fingers, rough and commanding, pressed against her skin with an unrelenting dominance that sent her pulse skittering wildly beneath his touch.
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The steady thrum of his heartbeat echoed where their skin met, a reminder of just how close they were. The searing heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric, branding her thighs where they brushed against his.
Jonas, utterly unfazed by her resistance, tightened his hold. His left hand slid confidently around her waist, his fingers spanning the curve of her body as he hoisted her upward, forcing their forms into a seamless, intimate alignment.
A chilling fear, faint and subtle, crept up from the soles of her feet, slithering through her veins until it pricked at her scalp.
He leaned in suddenly, his face lowering until it was mere inches from hers. The moonlight spilled across the sharp lines of his profile. The interplay of light and shadow painted his features with an almost ethereal intensity, highlighting the untamed defiance smoldering in his deep–set eyes.
And his smile–that maddeningly faint, almost lazy curve of his lips–was enough to send shivers down her spine. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice a low, teasing rumble. “Sneaking into my bed in the dead of night, sweetheart? Tell me- were you trying to seduce me?”
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