Chapter 43

Jon’s head whipped around and he started to sit up.

“Oh no, I did not travel half the day to have you all rumpled, delicious and waiting for me on a flat surface then to get up. You stay right there.”

He took her in. Heeled boots curved along her calves and up to her knees where he followed the line of her taking in smooth thighs and a barely there skirt. Something soft and peach colored hugged her waist and bunched along her high breasts. He swallowed with some difficulty at her full lips that were marred only by her nibbling teeth. The silk of her hair curved along her jaw and her bright green eyes seemed even larger within the smoky smudges.

“Well if I can’t get up, you better come down here, woman,” he nearly growled.

With less than sturdy legs she walked across the room and stood beside him, then stepped over him, until both feet were planted firmly on each side of his thighs.

He leaned up, his hands curling around the back of her knees to touch. He needed to touch. It felt like it had been ages since she’d been close enough to him. His fingers inched up her thigh, his gut clenching at the silky smooth expanse of her skin.

Tessa shivered at his touch. She looked down at him; his head was tipped back to look at her and the long line of his neck left her mouth dry. She slowly dropped to her knees, letting her butt rest on his thighs. His touch never wavered only moved to the tops of her thighs. “Hi,” she said simply.

He leaned up and without a word, took her mouth. The kiss was slow and ruthless. His hands came up to cup her face, drawing her closer to him. He kissed her with all the pent up frustration he felt, the scent of her so close…the heat of her and the taste of her felt all the sweeter for it.

She moaned deep into his mouth as his lips cruised over hers. Her finger gripped his wrists as her body leaned into him. She rocked against him, her body thrumming with need and the first outlet was his mouth on hers. She kissed him back, vying for time with her own tongue as they tangled.

The kiss turned hot and open mouthed as he sat up to get closer to her. He dragged her against him, the heat of her driving him crazy and the scent of her skin surrounding him that both soothed and rocked him. His fingers slid up her back and clutched at the shirt she wore. It felt soft and silky but not like her skin, and God he wanted her skin to skin.

When his fingers slipped into her hair she let his mouth go and felt her head drop back. He took advantage of her neck and his mouth started at her jaw line and moved down to her shoulders. Impatient fingers pushed at her shirt and she helped him flip it off.

His eyes widened and heated at the matching peach bra. Her breath came in pants when he cupped her. She watched his face as he touched her and the mewling moan that escaped when he flicked her nipple was nearly incoherent.

Jon lunged forward, his mouth capturing the lace covered nipple dragging it deep into his mouth. Her hands slid into his hair and she held him there. No amount of money could have dragged her away from this man and this moment. It felt right and she went fuzzy when he attacked the other tip.

She cried out when his hands slid down to her hips and his fingers dug into her ass. He pulled her legs wider yanking at the skirt until it was bunched around her hips. He pressed his hard cock against the scrap of silk she wore and arched against her. Her fingers roamed his chest and flicked open the last of the buttons. When she found his nipple he hissed into her mouth.

She pushed him back and rubbed lightly against the tented microfiber of his dress pants until he growled and tried to push her back. She held down his shoulders firmly and treated his nipple to the flat of her tongue then the tip. She nuzzled her way along the fur of his chest, letting her cheek and chin follow the line of his muscles.

She encountered the dog tag and smiled slightly when she saw his kids’ names inscribed on the shining surface. Her tongue curled under the chain for a moment before she got to his neck. He smelled of sin, hot and spicy with an underlying musk that was all Jon. Burying her nose in the whisping hair at his neck and shoulders she bussed his ear and tugged at his earlobe. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you,” she whispered.

Jon growled and rolled her over. The bright green of her eyes burned as she stared up at him. He jerked at her skirt until he could drag it over her hips and down the suede of her boots. For a moment he went for the zipper on the boot, but decided to leave them on.

She struggled to see, propping herself up on her elbows as her skirt was tossed over his shoulder. He started at the top of her boot and pressed open mouthed kisses along her inner thigh until he got to the matching panties.

He looked up at her. “They’re awful pretty, but they need to come off.” He tucked his fingers inside the stretchy lace and tugged them down far enough to get his mouth on her. He could smell her excitement and felt her heat an instant before he buried his tongue inside of her.

She fell back and arched off the carpeting.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he said and lapped up the richness of her. Impatient to get inside of her he tried to find some semblance of sanity and forced himself to slow. The tip of his tongue found her clit and licked then sucked it into his mouth. The sounds she made drove the impatience and the need higher. He stripped off her panties the rest of the way and slid a finger inside of her until he could control himself again.

But the heat and tightness left him in a haze. He wanted to feel that heat with his cock. He wanted to bury himself inside of her until neither one of them could stand it, then start all over again. “Tell me you brought something with you,” he managed to ask. “I’ll hunt through Richie’s room if I have to, but please,” he said almost desperately.

Her brain went from melted pudding to sharp in an instant. Dear God, how could she keep forgetting something as important as condoms? Her fingers reached for her bag, but she couldn’t seem to form coherent speech.

Jon followed her outstretched hand and he crawled to the bag, dragging it back to her. He dug inside and found another stash of hot underwear and something filmy, but didn’t find anything at the bottom of the bag except a book and a toothbrush.

“The bottom,” she said on a moan. That’s where she normally stashed her cosmetics.

“There’s nothing at the bottom,” Jon growled.

“The zipper bottom, flip it over.”

With shaking fingers he found the bottom half and unzipped. A pile of condoms littered the floor along with the string that had been the garland of her room. He’d laugh about it later, but right now all he could think about was getting it on and getting inside of her.

She reached for him and he lowered himself back on top of her. She pushed at his shirt and he managed to struggle out of it. He glanced down at her, the storm raging inside of his head but he wanted her skin to skin. He spotted the front clasp of her bra and thanked the underwear gods briefly.

Flicking it open he greedily sucked and nipped at her nipple. Her nails scored up his back and then down to push at his slacks. The red haze misted and the only thing he could manage was to push them down far enough to get the condom on and inside of her.

He drove himself inside of her and nearly came at the feel of her fisting around him so completely.

Her legs inched along his hips until she could arch up against him taking him deeper. “Don’t stop,” she said into his ear. “Harder, don’t hold back.”

Without thought to her soft skin and the carpeting he drove inside again. Nothing mattered now except her arms and her body and how right it felt.

She held onto him and took each thrust. She screamed when the release came, unprepared for it since there was really no build. Just his heat then the shock of her body vicing around him.

Distantly Jon heard her cries, but the room fell away in the frenzy that held him. He couldn’t stop plunging inside of her again and again, driving her higher and the release he wanted just out of reach. Madness gripped him as he pushed her again and when he heard her cries once more he finally followed.

He dropped against her a tangle of legs and arms exhausted and unable to move. He managed to lift his head press a kiss into her neck. “I just need to lay here for a minute and then I’ll move…I promise,” he mumbled into her skin.

“That’s okay, I’m dead anyway,” she said dreamily. Her body had never felt so abused and so delicious at the same time. Was this what real passion felt like? Because she could live on it like food for the rest of her life. She had been so afraid that their time together that one night could never be duplicated. God, she’d never been so happy to be wrong.

He finally shifted and she winced at the feel of his zipper digging into her thigh. She laughed when she noticed that his pants hadn’t even made it off of him. To be wanted like that was addicting and she already wanted to strip him and do it all over again. Just as soon as she could move again.

He groaned as he got up on his knees. He was too old to be fucking on the floor, but damn if it hadn’t been amazing. He pressed a kiss to her belly and dragged her up with him. She hung like a rag doll and he curled her around his shoulder and stood.

Her arms swayed along his dress pants and she pushed them down, finding the curve of his ass tightening with each step. God, his body was too unreal. She heard her heels click together as his forearm banded over the backs of her thighs. “Hey, I still have my boots on,” she said a little surprised.

“And they’re staying on for round two.”

All she could do was laugh.