Page 46 of Boarded Hearts

“That better, Angel?” His voice is gruff and heady, drawing me further under his spell. Despite my shitty evening, I can’t help but remember the kiss we shared on the waterfront this morning. The intoxicating way his tongue massaged mine. I want to kiss him again.

“Jon,” I say, hoping he can decipher my need from his name alone.

“Yeah?” He leans his head down further as I tip my chin up to his. And then our eyes connect, his steely-gray gaze searing straight through me.

In an instant, our lips are clamped together with a gentle closed-mouth kiss as we enjoy the feel of each other’s touch. Jon makes me feel a kind of sexy I never thought possible. His tongue caresses my bottom lip and I part, allowing him to brush slow, gentle strokes against mine. My natural reaction is to let out a needy whimper which is met with a guttural growl from deep within his chest.

Turning me onto my back, all the while keeping our mouths fused together, Jon’s upper body hovers over me, his thick forearms caging me in on either side. I’m overwhelmed with his presence, and I want more. I want him. I want him to take me, to own my body. To give me what I need.This playboy superstar is slowly winning me over and showing me parts of the man he really is beneath it all, and I want every piece he has to offer.

I know he feels my aching desire as he lifts his head and looks into my eyes, his pupils blown wide from raw hunger.“What do you want, Felicity?” It’s a simple question; still, the answer is incredibly complicated.

But the only word my heart and head are screaming is, “You.”

He sits back on his heels, his thighs spread slightly apart. “Come here then.”

I lean up on my elbows, curious as to what he’s doing. Holding out his hands, I place my right palm in his as he pulls me up until I’m straddling him. I can feel his enormous hard length against my heat as he gathers me in his arms.

“Hang on, baby.” He reaches down and grabs a stray blanket from the bed, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Better.”

His eyes rest atop my head, and I feel a gentle tug as my hair cascades around my shoulders and he smiles as strands of wavy chocolate locks frame my face. “I see you, Felicity, all of you. Inside and out, and you’re so unbelievably stunning.” He kisses me again, his hand lightly gripping my chin as he works his tongue into my mouth, sending me into sensory overload. I’ve never been kissed like this. Not even the kisses we’ve shared before match the urgent nature with which he devours me.“You drive me fucking crazy, Angel. Tell me, is this what you want? Is it too much? I can slow down.”

“No, don’t stop. More.”

He breaks our kiss, his slightly calloused thumb tracing over my bottom lip. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

Jon moves with such confidence everywhere in his life, including the bedroom, but I can’t ignore the slight tremor racking through his hands as he lays me back down on the bed.“Are you nervous?”

He smiles, the kind that reaches the creases at the corners of his eyes. “A little, yes. You do things to me I can’t explain. I just want everything I do for you to be perfect.”

“This is perfect.” Bringing my hand to the side of his cheek, I hold eye contact to silently tell him I trust he won’t take it too far, not tonight.

Our mouths meet once more, but this time his hand runs up my outer thigh as he holds his weight over me on his other arm. His roaming hand pokes beneath the hem of my silk cami as he scrunches the material, tugging it upward before I feel his palm brush the underside of my left breast, and oh, holy shit.

It’s electric. My nipples harden, and my core pulsates.“Ohmygod, yes!”

He smiles against my mouth, bringing his lips to my neck, where he sucks and lightly bites at my sensitive flesh, navigating his tongue to soothe the slight sting.

“What are you doing?”

“Marking you, Angel. Just claiming what’s mine.” He pulls back then, looking into my eyes with genuine concern. “Is that, okay?”

I should hate it. After all Elliott has taken. I should never want to be possessed or controlled again, but I don’t mind it coming from Jon. Quite the opposite. I love the way he makes me feel. Like I’m his, but rather than as a trophy or belonging, he’s honored to hold me, kiss me, and maybe one day even love me.“Keep going.”

He wastes no time exploring my body. His hand moves to my other breast, softly kneading and flicking. “I can’t wait to suck on these, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

I moan through parted lips, my chest heaving as he sits up, slightly pulling on the bottom of my cami, asking me for permission to remove it. I arch my lower back off the bed, granting him the access he needs. Then my top is swiped clean over my head in a smooth and skillful motion.

He doesn’t lower himself back onto me though. Instead, he stays sitting up, his eyes journeying the length of my top half, from my navel to my breasts, leaving a trail of fire along my skin with every inch he consumes.“I-I. Fuck, Felicity. You are…you’re something else. Where the fuck have you been?”

“Just here and there, I guess.”

“In my fucking dreams more like.” He ducks his head, dipping straight for my breasts before he stops once more. “You take my fucking breath away.”

Then he sucks me, feasting on my nipples as he releases each one with a pop. Straddling the line perfectly between pleasure and pain. He shifts his whole body, settling between my thighs, where I feel his hard shaft graze my clit.

Even though there are two layers of material separating us, I feel the intensity as if he were inside me, giving me the friction I’m yearning for.“Oh my god, that’s incredible. More. Give me more.”

He rubs my nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he licks and increases the pace with which he grinds against me. My body is completely at his mercy, primed and ready for him to do what he wants.

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