Chapter Forty-Two: Breathe You In

There had been many famous stand-offs in history, The O.K Corral, the Alamo and General Custer’s last stand. But those had all taken place in lands far away from the plush Persian carpets and silk curtains of this New York Penthouse. And instead of a backdrop of vast landscapes of burnt deserts they had a canvas of glittering lights.

The prize was something much different than too but the enemy was just as devious and determined. He thought he could outwit her-outplay her like a common game of survivor but she wouldn’t be blind-sided by him this time. Oh no, she would not.

Jon leaned over the side of his table with two hands grasping the thick slicked wooden edge of the table. “Are we going to stand here like horny idiots all night?”

She shrugged and licked her lips. “I’m not going anywhere, are you?”

His eyes narrowed. “I see what you’re doing. You want me to say “you win” and we’ll move on.”

“I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to show me I’ve won by coming over here.”

An amused smile played on his lips and his eyes were a deep blue, wine and fun had relaxed him out and she knew what usually came next. They had sex and then snuggled while he drifted off to sleep a contented man. It tickled her that she already knew him so well in such a short space of time. But they seemed to just fit.

“How about we meet in the middle?” He rested his chin on his hand, propped up by his elbow. It wouldn’t look at all ridiculous if he wasn’t stark naked.

She cocked an eyebrow and pressed her lips together. “I’m listening.”

“Well to quote one. I’m going to show you.”

Devon gasped as Jon climbed up on the edge of the table and crawled into the centre of it, ducking to miss forest green steel low- lightshades that swung gently around him. “Oh god, you’re not serious!” She laughed as he stopped dead centre in the middle.

“What? Can’t climb up? A little high for the short-ass?”

“Hey! Watch who you are calling the short-ass!” She eyed it up and then frowned. “Fine.” She climbed up clumsily onto the edge and on all fours gingerly met him in the middle of the table. She didn’t need any pool-table burns on her knees and hands thank you very much. The light glinted off the silver cross that swung from his chest and his eyes zoned in on hers. Their noses bumped as they met but didn’t inch any closer indicating neither of them wanting to surrender their power just yet.

She was stripped down to just silk and lace and he was completely naked. Her heartbeat quickened as their lips barely brushed together. The crinkles on his face deepened as he smiled.

“What?” She asked amused shifting her palms on the felt surface of the table.

“This, us-you.” His breath was warm on her face and the sincere look in his eyes didn’t deter her. He was trying to suck her in.

“What? That we’re bat shit crazy? Yeah, really awesome.”

He snickered and then paused. “I love you.”

“Now who is playing dirty?”

“What? What did I do?” He asked still dangling within her grasp. She could smell the mix of wine and his spicy scent.

“Pull out the I-love-yous in the last minute of battle.” She teased. “How is a girl ever supposed to resist that with those serious love-eyes?”

He laughed and sat back carefully upright back onto his feet so he was still on his knees. “C’mere.”

She didn’t resist this time and slid into his lap with her legs around his hips while he tucked her up into him. She rubbed his jaw as her breasts pressed into his chest and the tip of his cock bumped against the silk of panties. “For the record, I might just love you too.” She dragged her thumb across the bottom of his lip seductively.

Their lips met and the kiss melted onto her lips, slow and silky. She slanted her mouth and he coaxed her lips apart with his tongue. Carnal pleasure nipped at the edge of her skin as she he drew her in even closer. She tipped her head back as his teeth scraped down over her chin and done the line of her throat. His clever fingers unhooked her bra and he nosed the cup off as he tilted her back giving him access to her breast.

He curled his tongue around her nipple and she gasped as he sucked down hard. The sparks of shot through and teased her of things to come. She dug her nails in, one in his hair and the other on his shoulder surrounded by freckles as he devoured her.

She changed her angle as he kissed across her ribs and then over to the other breast. Her legs clamped around him as his tongue teased her tip. She thought her chest might explode as every drop of pleasure built inside her. Jon pulled her back up and their mouths slammed together. Hot and hungry they kissed, her hands grabbed his hair. He groaned as she deliberately wiggled on his hard cock, his arousal only heightened her need.

Devon cupped each side of his face as she kissed him. His pulse beat against her lips and his breath was hot on her skin. He still tasted like the pinot they drank with their dinner but it was laced with the dark sin, delicious as chocolate.

Devon curled her fingers around his shaft. He growled and tugged on her lip and she scraped her nails down the delicate skin. She laughed huskily and as the friction of her nipples brushed over his downy chest hair.

The carnal look in his eyes thrilled her and it was like teasing to see how far she could push him before he attacked. Dangerous but sexy all the same. She quivered as his finger hooked around the lining of her panties and brushed against the water-soft skin of her clit. She was wet for him and his eyes closed as he teased her swollen lips.

“Whoever cums first... Loses.” He whispered and she almost came undone. It was all a competition to him but that was Jon, he had to have the best and be the best. At everything. Delicious pleasure curled her toes in tight as he found her sweet spot that could unravel her.

“You’re on.” She shifted her thumb onto his sac and massaged as she pressed her cheek against his.

“Oh god.” He spluttered as his breathing turned shallow.

His fingers were lethal as she couldn’t help but grind against them to heighten the sensation. She fought for the control of pace but it was slipping away from her. She pumped quicker and he quivered below her and his cum shot over her hand. She grinned victoriously as she kissed him but didn’t have a minute more as the orgasm punched through her.

The game balls clicked around her as he laid her down flat on the table and his cock thrust into her without a second’s grace. He lifted her leg and propped it on his shoulder cupping her ankle with his hand as he started the rhythm.

“Oh Jon...Jon.” Her fingers scratched his chest as he pounded her, her head dizzy from the onslaught. Sweat streaked down his cheeks and dripped on her skin as he grunted and pushed them both to the edge. He was showing her no mercy and Devon knew as far as he was concerned it was what she deserved.

He dropped her leg and hovered over her. She quivered under him as he sank deep inside of her. He pushed back the sweaty strands of hair from her face and pressed a kiss on her lips. She tugged him down and wrapped her legs around his waist as they laid flat.

Tears streamed from her cheeks, sweat and emotion as he stroked slowly inside her. “I do love you. God! I love you.” Her lips kissed his. So much was still so new but in a weird way it felt as old as time. The connection they had was strong and undeniable. Each hour, each day she became more entangled in this man and she knew it would get harder to ever come free from that and god, and she didn’t want to. Ever.

“I want to breathe you in.” And she did. He was like a new skin and it was getting harder to tell where she ended and he began. This wasn’t meant to happen like this, she wasn’t mean to fall so hard for him.

He didn’t reply. His eyes closed and he murmured against her lips as he rolled his hips.

She relaxed around him and arched back. “Mmmm.” His mouth was wet and warm on her throat. Their bodies melded together as she shook under him and he milked every last drop of the orgasm out of her. Slow and sensually her fingers traced his face and he kept going. She forgot where she was and it didn’t matter. They could have been on the floor in the middle of a mall and it wouldn’t have mattered. She only had eyes for him.

The last breath of his orgasm came and she held him tight, curling her body as another one rolled through her like firecrackers on her skin. Exhausted and sated she held him against her as he slumped on her shoulder, their breathing steadied and the sweat cooled.

She licked her lips that craved moisture and her throat was hoarse. “If I have rug burn on ass or back, you’re rubbing the ointment on it.”

He snorted softly against her skin. “And I suppose you have just the alignment for that, beauty queen?”

She smiled smugly. “Of course I do.” The moment between them was just seconds but it was sweet.

He lifted his head and their gazes locked. He locked about as rough as she must have looked. He slid his hand up on her heart as it drummed against his palm.
“I’m hungry.”

She rolled her eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Hey, I worked hard.”

“What do you suggest?”

He rubbed his thumb gently against her chin. “I have chocolate brownies with raspberry sauce. You could feed me one.” He wiggled his eyebrows and one of his speciality devilish grins.

“Maybe.” Her fingertips drifted over his shoulders. “Shower, then dessert.” She pressed her fingers against his lips before he could speak.

“No-the shower isn’t dessert.” She quickly finished.

“Damn you do know me well. Shower and then dessert.”

They shared one last kiss before he carefully peeled her off the table and carried her to the bedroom. Later that night she lay awake on his chest in the dark as he slept. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders tight and she felt so safe. Dessert had been wonderful and they’d ended up talking mainly about their business ideas and then had one last round of sex before sleep.

She was sated and she loved. For Devon the most important thing had always been keeping herself safe and protected from the past but each moment, each day with Jon she was so free. She knew ultimately the true freedom from the shackles from her past lay in her own hands and she knew what she had to do. She just had to figure out how as the more she was with this man, she knew she couldn't’ ever face losing him.