Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 214

Jonathan’s full weight pressed down on Stephanie.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, like a predator that had finally found an oasis after a long thirst, savoring the cool, sweet water.

But perhaps because he was so injured and weak, even the kisses he placed on the corner of her lips were gentler than usual.

Stephanie gently pushed him away, reminding him, “Jonathan, we’re at the family estate.”

Jonathan’s eyes crinkled with a smile. “Then you’ll have to be quiet.”

“…”

As he spoke, he traced feathery kisses over her brow and eyes, which were dark and luminous with desire.

One of his hands intertwined with hers while the other unbuttoned her shirt, as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.

Stephanie’s face flushed crimson.

With his fever, Jonathan’s body was already much warmer than hers. Being held so tightly felt like being enveloped in flames.

How had she never noticed before how sensual Jonathan could be?

He always seemed so austere and self-controlled.

And how could he be thinking about sex when he was so badly hurt?

Stephanie realized that ever since she had acknowledged him as her husband in front of Quennel, he had become incredibly smug, practically strutting around.

Did all men have such a strong competitive streak?

But they had only gotten married for convenience. He didn’t love her…

Then again, for most men, love and desire were two separate things.

Jonathan cupped her face, his words carrying a double meaning. “Tell me, why would you willingly walk into this lion’s den…?”

Stephanie paused.

Just then, a knock came from outside the door. “Ma’am…”

Stephanie instinctively pushed him away.

Annoyed, Jonathan leaned in and captured her lips in another deep kiss.

These past few days had sharpened the line of his jaw.

Stephanie smoothed her clothes and walked to the door, her face still red. “Verna.”

“Ma’am.”

“The matriarch’s message is that since you’ve come to the Vasquez estate, it would be best for you to pay your respects to the master of the house.”

Stephanie’s eyes grew cold. She did need to meet him.

After all, York was not only Jonathan’s father but also the head of the Vasquez family. It was proper for her, as Jonathan’s wife, to greet his dad.

More importantly, he was the one who had inflicted all those injuries on Jonathan.

Stephanie said softly, “Verna, could you first have the kitchen prepare something for Jonathan? Something light would be best. He’s injured and has a fever, so maybe some broth and a few simple crackers. Nothing heavy or greasy.”

Verna nodded quickly. “I’ll see to it right away.”

As Stephanie headed toward the living room, she heard the sound of a child crying from a distance.