Page 86 of Volatile

image

image

image

Epilogue

image

“Move in with me.”

“What?”

He knew very well that she’d heard him. “Move in with me,” he repeated, feasting his way down her neck as she relaxed in his lap. Dinner was over, and they were enjoying a glass of wine together, his in the form of scotch.

She squirmed against his hard-on, giggling. “It’s too soon.”

“By whose standards? You’ve been here practically every day for the past seven months anyway.”

He set both their glasses on the table, then cupped her breast, trapping the nipple between his fingers. “Mmm... not fair.”

“I don’t like you in that place alone, even for a night.”

Even with the top-of-the-line security system he’d insisted upon. When it came to her safety, nothing short of having her next to him would suffice. He’d been trying to respect her boundaries and was doing a damn fine job at it too, despite the gnawing in his gut when she wasn’t there. She needed some nights away on her own, and he gave her that, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. If anything happened to her because she was too stubborn, he’d fucking lose it. She challenged his sanity daily.

“I understand how you are, Jonathan, but wanting to protect me is not a good reason for moving in together.”

“The hell it’s not.”

“You’re distracting me.” She tried pushing away from his hands and mouth, but he kept her still.

“And you know damn well that’s not the only reason. I love you and want you with me. Always.”

“And I love you too, but... Oh, don’t forget about dinner on Sunday with Lily and Joshua.”

“Stop changing the subject.”

He warmed his hand between her thighs, and she gave him a sweet moan. Life was damn good. They were stronger than ever, and so was the relationship between her and Lily. She’d adjusted to her sister’s lifestyle and had gone that extra mile to get to know Joshua better. Lily even got a part-time job to help pay for school, which helped Ivy in more ways than one. Yeah, life was pretty fucking good. But it could be even better.

“What if I did something else instead?”

She wiggled her ass over him, making his dick greedy. It wanted to be out, and to hell with everything else. “Are you playing with me, Ivy?”

She ran her hands under his shirt, skimming over the waistband of his jeans. “I want you to stop touching me so I can just focus on you,” she said.

“Why?”

“Because I want to.” She slid her fingers inside his pants, grazing the tip of his cock. “And I want to weaken you for a change.”

He fisted her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. She gaped at him as he slowly traced a line over her taut skin from jaw to collarbone, her pulse strong against his fingertips.

“You already weaken me, Ivy. Every fucking time you leave.”

Jon tightened his grip, and she mewled like a kitten. The only place she wouldn’t challenge his authority was in the bedroom. It’d be to her disadvantage if she did. She didn’t accept his sexual dominion because she needed to, or because the act of pleasing him was its own reward. She did it because she loved feeling good. He knew how to make her body explode, and there was no way in hell she was giving that up. Her obstinance had its limits.

“You want the attention on me? Get on your knees.” She slipped down between his open legs and kneeled before him, his hand still twisted in that gorgeous hair. “Now take out my cock and let me fuck your mouth.”

---