Chapter 65

Opening her eyes, Cilla let them roam over the man sleeping on her left. He had been so patient with her over the last couple of days putting up with all of her past bullshit. He could have told her to just get over him and let it go already, but he hadn’t. He had taken the time to plan such an intimate, unforgettable night for her, to show her what his words alone couldn’t.

He never failed to surprise her.

She stroked her fingers lightly over the tattoo on his shoulder. He’d made her feel so special as they lingered over their dinner. They had sipped the most delicious champagne, curled up together on the chaise and watched the stars come out. She couldn't remember feeling more content or more loved.

Her fingers walked from his shoulder to his chest as she mused, trailing through the healthy smattering of hair that was now more silver than dark. She wondered, as her hand wandered, if he would ever understand just what last night had meant to her. She glanced at the clock on his bedside table. They still had a couple of hours until the kids arrived. She smiled, maybe she could show him.

His hand covered hers. "What are you smiling about?" His voice was hoarse with sleep as he opened his eyes and reached for her.

She moved closer, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "I was just thinking about last night."

"Yeah?" He pulled her on top of him, his hands sliding under the silky pink nightie she wore.

She nodded her head as his hands roamed over her butt, caressing her lower back. "It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me."

“Stick with me and you may find more of them in your future.”

Smiling, she pressed her lips to his chest. "Promises, promises.”

He pushed her up until she straddled his hips, “you doubting me?” He shifted his hips groaning as he moved. He could feel her heat even through the sheet that separated them.

She shook her head and her fingers danced across his chest and down along his sides. “Nope, I just don’t want you to think I expect that kind of treatment; because I don’t.”

He dragged his eyes up to her face; her eyes were clear and playful this morning. “I know you don’t, Sweets.” His hands slid along her hips and down her thighs, his fingers curled inward, stroking lightly up the inside of her thighs, to the crease where hip and thigh came together. “That’s why I do them. Keeps you on your toes.”

She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to talk anymore. “I love you Jonny,” she whispered as she leaned down, pressing her mouth to his, tracing his full lower lip with her tongue.

She skated across his jaw, the stubble scraping her lips as she went. With every pass of her lips against his hair-roughened face and neck she could feel his cock growing harder and pressing against her.

Sliding lower, she took the sheet with her as she went. Her mouth and hands played over him, touching, tasting, teasing each bit of him she revealed.

Her warm breath and light touch had Jon shifting restlessly. When her tongue stroked over the hard length of him he couldn’t quite hold back the groan. “Jesus Cil.” She only smiled and moved on, nibbling along the inside of this thigh before coming back to stroke him again with her tongue. “Are you going to tease me all morning?” he growled when she did it once more.

She looked up at him, his eyes were closed and his nostrils flared with each inhale. Taking him in her hand she stroked him lightly. “I could if you want me to,” she teased.

His eyes flew open and his hands reached for her. “It’s not nice to tease.” Grabbing a fistful of pink silk, he dragged her up, trapping her hands as he rolled her over. “Two can play this game,” he told her with a leer as he nuzzled into her neck.

Playfulness ebbed and passion flowed. His hands seemed to be everywhere and his mouth... oh God his mouth was hot and wet and hungry as it cruised over her. She struggled to free her hands, wanting to touch, to hold to please. His mouth found the underside of her breast, his whiskers tickling as his mouth incited. When he took her taut nipple into his mouth she arched up, silently pleading for more.

Freeing her hands they slid over his smooth shoulders, down along his arms, anywhere she could reach. Her hips cradled him, undulated against him. She could feel the swollen tip of him pressing against that little bundle of nerves, teasing her unmercifully and damn it if he wasn’t doing it on purpose.

Shifting under him again she could feel him poised right there, hovering, waiting. And he called her a tease. “Damn it Jon.”

He looked down at her, “I told you before, it’s not nice to tease.”

She tightened her grip on his hips and pushed his shoulders, flipping him under her. “I’m done teasing,” she told him as she took him inch by tantalizing inch, slowly sinking down until their bodies met.

Leaning forward her hair surrounded them like a curtain and she purred out her delight in finally having him where she wanted him. She lapped at a nipple as she rocked her hips, rubbing herself against him.

“I thought you were done teasing,” he ground out as he pressed her up. She moved, slowly at first, then faster as his hands moved over her. Agile fingers found her clit and had her shuddering with the first touch. He waited her out, holding her as the storm passed. Sitting up, he held her close and lowered her to the bed, driving into her with the need of a man possessed, holding back nothing, giving her everything.

Hearts still thundering, he found the energy to move. They lay next to each other, their fingers laced together between them. Cilla managed to turn her head and look at the clock. She winced. “When will the kids be here?”

Jon shrugged his shoulder. “Not sure, eleven or so. Why?”

She brought their entwined hands to her mouth, kissing his fingers, “we need to get dressed.”