Chapter 21

Jon Morgan is in my bed.

And boy is he glorious.

After the shittiest evening on record, involving a bitchy Amie and an unwelcome visit from my ex-husband, I lost all self-control and invited the beautiful hockey superstar into my bed. And I don't regret a thing.

"Thank you for sharing with me." Jon's arm is wrapped around my waist where his fingers have been tracing slow, languid patterns up and down my left arm for what feels like hours. All while he's listened to me pour my heart out over my failed marriage.

I guess I decided to unload in response to his openness about his past sexual encounters. He laid down a lot of truths about his playboy ways and the rules he abides by. Could it be that he's breaking one of his rules for me tonight by staying in my bed?

"Likewise. I mean, I knew you hooked up with women, but no judgment on my part. You do what makes you happy." I yawn and shimmy out of his hold but lie down, settling on my side, my hands clasped beneath my cheek as I face him.

He mirrors my actions until our faces are only centimeters apart. I can feel and smell his still slightly minty breath as it envelops me. "It doesn't make me happy. I mean, at one time it did, but not anymore."

I wonder why hooking up with a multitude of gorgeous women wouldn't make any hot-blooded man happy. "Women must throw themselves at you, so it's no wonder you have rules."

Jon's brows crease together. "Had rules." His hand darts out, his rough thumb gently brushing over my cheek."I had rules, Felicity. I don't anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because you're breaking them, Angel. One by one."

My breath catches in my throat, and I fight to keep the butterflies from fluttering out of control.

On instinct, I reach out to retrieve a loose eyelash, save it from falling into his eye. "I've never seen an eight-pack before. Only on posters and billboards," I muse, thinking back to the way Jon undressed right in front of me, giving me the best show of my life.

"Hm, are you sure it wasn't my photo you were gawking at?"

"You've been a model before?" I sound surprised but really, I'm not. I mean, come on, Jon's body doesn't need an ounce of airbrushing.

"Not so much now, but in my rookie years, yes."

"What did you model?"

"Underwear."

"Now there's a surprise. Why don't you anymore?"

Jon shifts, and I notice it's closer to me. My core tightens at our reality, in my bed, talking about his chiseled body, lying so close it heats my own.

"Putting myself out in public kind of lost its appeal years ago."

"I get that. I mean, I can't begin to know how it feels to be in the public eye, but I understand why you want your privacy. You're so much more than just an athlete. You're a person too, Jon, and a very good one."

He swallows thickly, and I see the way the columns of his throat works. We stare at each other for a few beats. His eyes are slightly glassy, and I wonder if it's in response to my words. I hope so; I hope they resonate with him in some way because I get the feeling he needs to hear it more often.

"Your apartment is cold." Okay that's not where I thought this conversation was going but he's right, it"s freezing. My nipples tell the story—well that and the super-hot man currently lying beside me.

"Yeah, my landlord is kind of a dick and hasn't had the heating system serviced in forever. Plus, it's an old building." I wince. "I'm sorry; if you want to head back to your place to get warm, I understand."

A mischievous look crosses his face, one I've grown familiar with over the last couple of months. "Bring it in here, I run hot and can keep you warm." He flips his hands toward him, inviting me to snuggle.

Chest to chest, our body heat mingles, his chin resting on top of my head and his big strong arms wrapping around my body, offering me the comfort and safety only Jon has ever been able to bring. A simple tip of my chin would mean our lips meet, and the pooling heat gathering at my center reminds me of how turned on I am right now. He wraps his leg over mine, so we're completely tangled in each other.

"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.

Dark wavy hair falls over his slick forehead, resting across his intense, feral eyes. "You're such a greedy girl for me aren't you, Angel? I love it. Now come, scream my name, and make my wildest fantasies come true."

His filthy mouth sends me over the edge, and I go off like a firework, sparks dancing at the corners of my vision as he delivers the greatest orgasm I've ever experienced. All without ever touching me below the waist.

I'm in so deep with this man, and I'm running out of excuses to deny it.