Page 79 of Boarded Hearts

Jon pulls in and puts the car in park. Immediately I undo my seatbelt and cross the center console, flipping a leg over one side of him so I’m straddling his lap. Seating myself, I immediately feel him start to harden.

He pushes his head back into the seat and stares into my eyes. His are puffy and slightly red, a sure sign he’s had very little sleep. He looks exhausted. Pushing a strand of hair that’s come loose from my messy bun, he tucks it behind my ear.

Desire surges through me. I want him so much. I want all of him. To me, every part of him is beautiful. The imperfections others may see are nothing but perfect to me.

I run my hands through his thick and disheveled dark hair. It’s a bit longer than usual, and there’s more than a couple of days’ worth of scruff on his chin. “Thank you for coming to me. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” I whisper, as entranced by his steely eyes as I was the day I collided with him in that hallway.

“You were just doing what you thought was right, and I’d burn the fucking world before I let anything happen to you.” He tilts his hips slightly, so his hard cock grinds against my already throbbing core. A low moan escapes me as I imagine what it would be like to have him inside me.

His hips stop rocking. “Where did you get that from?”

“Get what?”

His hand flies to my neck. “That.”

Shit. I must’ve forgotten to remove it.

I can’t lie, even if I know it will upset him even more. “Him. He made me wear it, and I must’ve forgotten to take it off last night.”

Jon’s jaw ticks as he leans forward and inspects the pendant. “He’s still in love with you. In his own fucked up way.”

“It doesn’t matter what he is.”

I reach behind my neck to unclasp the necklace, but Jon beats me to it. He dangles it in front of him with a look of disdain. Next thing I know, he opens his window and casts it out into the gravel.

Returning his eyes to mine, a deep feral need in them, Jon grips my hips and begins kissing my neck and slowly, he grinds into me again. “We need to get out of here, or I’m going to fuck you right here in this car.”

“Then do it,” I gasp, as he grinds on me harder. I rest my head on his chest, and I notice the trembles wracking his body previously have now subsided under my touch. I’m so horny I can feel my wetness begin to seep through my underwear.

“Not here.” Jon lifts my chin and kisses me passionately, his tongue swiping across my lips and when I open for him, he devours me as I writhe on his lap, desperate for more friction.

His hands drop to my jean-covered ass and he moves me over and over his impossibly hard erection. He’s so big I have no idea how my tiny five-three frame will take him when the time comes. We continue to make out in the car. Several others drive by, but honestly, I couldn’t give a shit. It’s all about me and my man.

A few more minutes pass before we break apart and Jon starts the engine.“Let’s get to the hotel,” he says in a breathy voice as he punches a name into the navigation.

“Where are we staying?” I’m pretty sure I can guide us to wherever we need to go.

“Nous restons à la Chateau,” Jon replies, in freakin’ French. My eyes bug out at his near-perfect accent and the fact we’re staying at one of the most exclusive hotels in Oxfordshire on Boxing Day. I don’t bother asking how he managed to reserve a room at such late notice. Nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to my boyfriend.

I reluctantly climb back over to the passenger seat as he shifts into first. “You speak French?”

With his hand resting on the steering wheel, he throws me a wink. “Linguistics graduate in college. I majored in French.” With that sexy-as-hell bombshell, he checks over his shoulder and pulls out of the lay-by, and all the while I mentally calculate how many pairs of spare knickers I packed on this trip.

“This place is really beautiful.” We make our way down the mahogany-paneled corridor away from our luxury suite overlooking the beautifully manicured gardens. Even in the winter, it's beautiful with layers of stunning roses, snowdrops, Cyclamen, and crocuses to name a few. The hotel itself is a mixture of English country cottage and opulence, and it works perfectly.

Hand in hand, we enter the dining room, and I feel underdressed in my emerald A-line dress and black pumps. I hadn’t planned on going out for dinner, so this is the best I could do being so far from the nearest shops.

“You look so fucking stunning I can barely breathe.” His breath and cologne envelop me as we make our way to the table and take a seat.

The waiter takes our drink order, and I opt for the Italian dry Pinot Grigio, but Jon sticks with mineral water since he’s tightened up on his dietary schedule as the Scorpions continue to push for the playoffs.

“It’s nice being able to take you out without having every pair of eyes on us in the room.” He takes my hand across the table but then decides he’s too far away and pulls his chair around, so we sit next to each other. “Kind of nice not to be as recognized.” He leans across and kisses me softly on the corner of my lips. “I’m obsessed with you; fuck knows what I’d have done if he hurt you.”

My heart thunders against my rib cage. I can feel my pulse in my ears as he pops his dimples and smiles brightly. “I have to head home tomorrow evening, and I want you to come back with me. I can’t leave you here. Your home is with me, in Seattle at my apartment.”

My mouth pops open on instinct as I process his words. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“I don’t want you to live in that apartment any longer. You belong with me, by my side, in my bed, and in my arms.”

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