Page 80 of Boarded Hearts

I know what my answer is because I’m in love with him. Christ, how have I gone from being a woman determined not to enter another relationship for many years to being so sure of moving in with my boyfriend of a month?

“Okay,” I say, squeezing his hand.

Jon blinks at me as his dimple-popping smile returns. “As in okay, okay?”

“As in okay, okay,” I say, an excited giggle bubbling out of me.

“I’d pick you up and spin you around if this wasn’t such a refined establishment.”

I snort a laugh. “I dare you.”

Pushing back his seat he says, “Oh, Angel, you should know by now I’m not a guy who shies away from anything.”

All at once, I’m seeing the grand dining room from six-feet-four as it spins around me, Jon balancing me on his shoulder. I’ve never heard his laugh so carefree and hearty, and I grip onto his waist, savoring what is definitely one of the best moments of my life.

“Give me a bite then.” His spoon goes into my chocolate torte, again, but I quickly bat it away with mine.

“Um no. If you wanted some pudding, then you should’ve ordered it.”

“Spot the only child.” He tries once more, but I’m quicker at blocking his path.

“I’ll let that one slide but think of it this way: I’m keeping your dietician happy.”

Jon quirks a playful brow and leans forward until his lips lightly graze my ear. “You finish your dessert, Angel. I’m going to feast on something far sweeter when we get back to our room.”

I press my thighs together under the white linen tablecloth and almost drop my spoon on my nearly empty plate.

He angles his head, so our lips are almost touching. “Do you think the walls are thick in this place?”

I gather the final piece of torte on my spoon, offering it to him, and he casually takes it in one bite. The way his tongue peeks out and licks the underside sends shockwaves to my pussy, and I feel my nipples tighten. “Maybe, it is quite old. Why?”

“Because I want to rock your world tonight.”

Oh. God.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

FELICITY

We can’t get into our hotel room quickly enough as we practically fall through the doorway, laughing and grabbing at each other. His lips are all over my neck as he presses open mouth kisses down to my exposed collar bone. My skin erupts at his touch, every part of my body so responsive to him.

Lifting me into his arms, he carries me through the all-white and mahogany styled suite and past the lit fireplace in the lounge area. We get to the four-poster bed draped in ivory bedding, and I’m certain this is the most romantic setting I could ever imagine.

Jon sits on the edge of the bed and lifts me onto him, so I straddle his thighs, and we continue to make out until my lips are swollen and my cheeks, jawline, and neck are deliciously sensitive from the roughness of his stubble. I can’t wait to feel that same sensitivity between my legs.

“Tonight is all about you, Angel. I’ll show you what it’s like to be with a real man who worships every inch of this flawless body.”

He continues to kiss down my shoulders and over the straps of my emerald dress as he slowly begins to pull at the bows tied at the top. My dress falls from around me until it pools in my lap, leaving my breasts exposed and my peaked, tight nipples on full display for him.

“You aren’t wearing a bra.” His eyes are heavy, filled with lust.

Taking my left nipple into his mouth he begins to lightly bite and suck on me, and I moan with pleasure, throwing my head back and gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. “Are you bare for me?”

“Just a thong.”

He groans around my sensitive breast, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure. “Best we get it off then.”

His calloused palms trail up my smooth legs, and I inwardly thank myself for shaving this morning. “Your skin is so fucking smooth, like silk,” and his hands dip beneath the hem and travel over my hips until they find my black lacy thong. Hooking his thumb under the straps, he tugs it down, and I slowly lift off, planting my tiptoes on the floor. I come to a full stand and step out of them, but instead of casting them to one side, Jon pockets them. “These are for me.” A cheeky grin pulls at his lips.

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