Page 73 of Boarded Hearts

“Not until I say, Angel. I’m not finished with you.”

I cry out in desperation. He’s been edging me for the last thirty minutes, which was when I woke up and found him kissing his way up my inner thighs, and I can definitely recommend being woken up this way. I love it, the way he knows what I need. When he reached my apex, he simply shifted my sleep shorts to the side with one hand and began going down on me.

His hands grip the tops of my thighs, holding me down as I writhe beneath him. “I can’t hold out, I-I, I can’t.”

He lifts his head looking me straight in the eyes, his chin dripping with my arousal. “Yes. You can. Just hold on, okay?”

I nod, unsure of what he means, but I trust him completely. Shifting his hands under my ass he flips me over. “On all fours, Angel, but don’t bury that beautiful face in the comforter. Turn your head and watch me. Eyes on me, always.”

On shaky legs, I do as he commands, loving this feeling of being dominated by the only man I’ve ever trusted. “Can I taste all of you?”

“Yes.”

That’s all the permission he needs. Kneeling behind me, he passes his tongue over my pussy once again but this time it continues to travel until he begins circling over my ass. I cry out, having never been touched there before. It feels dirty in all the right ways.

“Relax for me, baby. I’ve got you; don’t worry.”

I let my shoulders drop and exhale a steady breath. “You’re such a good girl for me. Are you ready for my fingers?”

I cry out so loud I’m pretty sure everyone in his apartment complex can hear what he’s doing to me, the pleasure that’s rippling through every nerve ending in my body.

Jon slowly replaces his circling tongue with a finger, lightly placing pressure on my entrance. “Are you there, Angel?”

I move my head, attempting to nod but every bone in my body has turned to jelly. “Right there.”

“Then come for me. I want you to squirt on my tongue.” Jon’s finger dips gently into my ass as his mouth finds my pussy. His strokes mirror each other, and within seconds I fall over the edge, his name leaving my lips over and over again until everything goes black.

I’m not sure how much time passes when I hear Jon’s voice, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He rises from the bed and holds a hand for me to take.

“I’m ready.” I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life. “I want you. I care about you so much. I want to go all the way with you.”

His face softens as he climbs back onto the bed. Turning me on my back, he hovers over me, my head bracketed by his thick corded arms. He kisses my nose, cheeks, and then the corner of my mouth before looking at me, an intense meaning behind his irises.“I want you so badly, Felicity. I have for so long. Since the moment I met you.” He drops his face to the crook of my neck and exhales a deep breath like this is truly killing him. “But the first time I take you, it will be as I make love to you. I want to savor your body. I want to worship you all night and then once we’re done, I’ll fuck you. Hard. I’ll make you cry out my name so the whole world knows who makes you feel this way. I want our first time to be special because that will be a first time for me too, to make love, to share an emotional connection with the woman I care so deeply for. This morning isn’t the right time. I need to be out for an appointment with my agent in an hour and I told you, there’s no way I’m sleeping with you to then leave straight after.”

Initially, I want to argue, but as I soak in his words and the genuine meaning behind them, I get it. When we finally have sex, I know Jon wants it to be like no other time he’s spent with a woman.

“I understand,” I reply simply as I stroke the hair at the nape of his neck, his chin is resting on my chest as he looks into my eyes.

“I don’t want to wait long though, Felicity. I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Well, I head back to Oxford in four days, so…” I shrug my shoulder playfully but immediatelyregret raising the subject.

Jon lifts his head, his eyebrows knitting together as he stares down at me. “You fly out on Thursday?”

I nod, feeling sure I’d told him I leave for the UK on Christmas Eve.

Lifting from the bed, he thrusts a hand through his messy bed hair. He looks agitated and worried as he starts pacing the bedroom. “I don’t like this. I know that you want to see your family, and I totally get that, but I don’t trust him. He’s a self-entitled prick and will take any opportunity to cut you down.”

I bring my knees up under my chin and look down as I stroke the soft blankets. “I thought we’d already discussed this. I have to go, and I have to stay with my family. Darcy wants us to be together over Christmas, and I must put her first. He won’t try anything.”

Jon scoffs, his annoyance clearly bubbling, “Yeah, like hell he will. I’ll break his fucking neck if he comes anywhere near my girl.”

“Look,” I say calmly, but I understand why he’s concerned. Elliott has given Jon no reason to trust him. “I’m gone until New Year’s Eve. It’s a few days and then I’ll be back. We can have a late Christmas and exchange gifts then; I want to see you open what I got you.”

Jon’s face softens and he comes back to sit next to me, pulling a shirt over his head as he does. “I hope you get where I’m coming from.” He strokes my arm with the back of his hand. “He’s an unpredictable asshole who thinks he can treat you badly and say what he wants. It’s my job to protect you.”

“I know, and I don’t want to argue. I just don’t have any choice.”

Shaking his head, he replies, “You always have a choice, Felicity. Just know this isn’t about me; this is about me trying to look out for you. I’ve got a really bad feeling about this and when you’re five thousand miles away, it scares the shit out of me. I’m just asking you to rethink things. I’ll pay for a room for you. Hell, I’ll buy the fucking hotel if I know it’ll keep you safe.”

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