Jonny could literally make me do anything when his lips are blanketed upon mine. After he renders me speechless and has me completely under his spell, he cocoons me within his hold. “I love you, Dimples. My life begins and ends with only you.”
I murmur in one sweet contented breath, “I love you more.”
Jonny smirks. “Is that even possible?”
“I can guarantee it,” I say, snuggling into his neck.
“Well, you’ve certainly won my mother over.”
“Have I?”
“Yes, you have . . . she officially loves you, too.” Jonny smiles, as he lovingly cuddles me.
“It really was wonderful to meet her. She is a special lady.”
“Yes, she is. Now I have two, very special ladies in my life.” Jonny tenderly kisses the tip of my nose. Moments such as these are what I love about being with the man, who I wholeheartedly adore. As much as we try to control and tame the unbridled passion that is constantly simmering beneath our skin, whenever we are in close proximity to one another. We also share many beautiful and cherished moments together. They are in no way, less meaningful than our consuming desire and longing to be fused together . . . just beautifully different.
I really do love this man so bloody much. I cannot wait to be on his arm this evening. Because he is mine! Always and forever mine!
I reluctantly pull myself away from him. My body instantly pines for him once we are separated. “What time are we going to this Italian place tonight?” I ask.
“Beef and Simon are picking us up at 7:00 p.m and the table is booked for 7:30 p.m.”
“Then I had better decide on an outfit for my first and proper public appearance with you. I don’t want to look like an old bag lady, now do I?”
With a deep laugh, he tilts his head to one sexy side with one raised brow. “You, my beautiful Dimples, could never look like an old bag lady.”
“You know exactly what to say to a woman, don’t you?” I flirtatiously look at him through my lascivious lashes.
Jonny pauses before replying, but his desirous stare has my heart already beating wildly within my chest. He leans in closer. “I always know exactly what to say to my woman.” His tone is possessive and hotly rapacious. Oh, fucking my!
As hard as it is to remain calm beneath his heady gaze, I eventually manage to reply in an almost girly manner. “I . . . um . . . I am going to go upstairs, okay?”
“Is that an invite?” Jonny kisses my neck, laughing as he does so. He loves the power he has over me, mercilessly revelling in it.
Two can play that game, Mr. Riley. I flirtatiously throw my head back. “A VIP one, no less.”
There are those cappuccino bedroom eyes again! “VIP? How can I refuse?” Jonny smiles.
His eager arousal brings me back to my senses. I place a hand on his strong chest. “Seriously, Jonny . . . you know we can’t. As much as this very horny woman wants to . . . we just can’t!” I reluctantly push him back.
“Jessica, will you please let me indulge myself with all the other things we can do?” It wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement judging by the playfully seductive look he throws me. Shit! Can my delicate body actually handle him right now?
Taking my hand, he leads me up the stairs and to the bedroom. Glancing occasionally over his shoulder at me, he is wearing a roguish smile. I feel my stomach coil in desirous knots. Shit!
When we reach the bedroom, he slowly closes the door and pulls me toward the shower. He turns it on, peeling off his clothes. I stand and watch him; the yearning between my legs is strong and traitorous. I’m not ready! I’m not yet healed!. . . . Oh, but I really want to devour him! My warring thoughts leave me unsure of how to be with him. Do I throw caution to the wind and fuck him senseless in the shower or hold back and restrain my still healing yet very frustrated body?
As if he can read my mind, Jonny stands in front of me, caressing me with a reassuring finger across my cheek.
He speaks in a low, raspy, bedroom voice. “I know we can’t go all the way, but I still need to be close to you, Jessica.” He slowly undresses me. I feel so exposed and unsure of myself as he peels away all my layers of clothing. Once naked, he stands behind me, his burning touch igniting all my senses between my legs. Just his touch alone has me wet and needing more. He sweeps my hair to one side so he has access to my neck. With precise kisses, I feel his mouth all over me, tasting and teasing. Oh, my fucking God!
The steam fills the room around us and the room is getting warm. Jonny takes my hand, pulling me into the shower.
As the water caresses our bodies; he cups my dripping breasts, playing with them, squeezing and pulling; taking my mind and my tits to dizzy new heights. He takes my pert nipples into his hot mouth while his tongue torturously flicks and licks them; a suppressed moan passes my lips. Shit! What is this man doing to me with his shit hot and amazing tongue?
My fingernails gently scrape down his back. When they reach his ass, they grip his cheeks tight, pulling him into my brazen groin. Jonny pulls away from me with a smile as he descends onto my stomach. No! Not my stomach! I’m not ready! He kisses me hard. I can feel him getting nearer and nearer to my scar. Jonny can normally do unthinkable things to me with his mouth, but I feel myself tensing beneath him. I’m just not ready! As I mentally pull myself apart, I don’t even notice his lips have stopped kissing me. I look down. Jonny is transfixed on my scar, my much-less-painful scar, but my still very-much-there scar. He slowly stands to face me, his wet, worried face now smiling weakly back at me. I knew it! There it is! The ‘I cannot bear to touch her’ look!
He whispers, “I’m scared I am going to hurt you.”
Feeling hurt by his reaction, I lift my eyes. “With the look in your eyes, you just have,” I say. The water falls onto his face, I see the anguish and conflict in his watery eyes. My hurt words continue to come. “You cannot bear to touch me now, can you? This is a put off . . . isn’t it?” My arms protectively hide the offending scar by wrapping themselves around my stomach.
“Of course I want to touch you, Jessica, but it still looks so raw and sore. Maybe we are rushing things?” Jonny tries to explain but my hurt doesn’t allow his words access.
“It’s okay . . . I understand.” Feeling utterly lost, I step out of the shower; wrapping a towel around my rejected self.
“Jessica, please don’t walk away,” he rushes to speak.
I walk into the bedroom and open the wardrobe, intent on trying to distract myself by deciding on an outfit for dinner tonight. Yeah . . . like, I’ve got an appetite now! I stare blankly into it, not paying any attention to what is inside. I keep seeing the way Jonny looked at me and wonder if he will always look at me in that way now.
Jonny is soon standing behind me, holding me against his naked, dewy chest. I stand there with my back pressed into him, feeling numb.
“Jessica . . . listen to me . . . I am sorry. I can’t let you think that I don’t want to touch you. It was a shock to see your scar. I won’t lie to you about that, but it’s not for the reason that you think,” he says, slowly turning me around. His handsome face now creased with worry. He puts his hand lightly on my scar. “Seeing this was a shock, because it was caused by me. I did this to you, Jessica. Seeing it for the first time makes me sad, angry and confused. I have scarred you in more ways than one, haven’t I?”
I try to process his words to me. Relaying them back to myself. ‘I did this to you . . . I have scarred you’
The realisation that he blames himself, when we agreed that it was nobody’s fault, hits me hard. Jonny is not repelled by my scar, but repelled by why I have it. Shit . . . why do I always jump to the wrong conclusion?
I take his hand, pulling it into my chest. “If this scar is the price I have to pay for being with you Jonny, then I’ll forever wear it with pride. This isn’t here because of you. This is here because of us. We created a beautiful life together when ours were falling apart. We have to remember, it was because o
f this beautiful life ending that we were given our beginning.” I look down at my stomach, then back at him. My voice softer yet more insistent, “I thought you couldn’t look at me because I was no longer perfect. For underestimating the wonderful man that you are, I apologise. I should have known you would never be so shallow to not love me because of this scar. In fact, I now know just how much you do love me because of this scar.” Biting back the tears, I throw my arms around him.
Jonny holds me tight; soothing my tears away with his silent, gentle sway. “I love you more than anything in this world, Jessica. Always know that; always believe in that.”
I don’t let go of him. His strong and adoring arms give me so much comfort. Holding him tighter, through guilty tears and a broken voice I reply, “I love you so much.”
Jonny affectionately nods, stroking my back. “Now, no more tears, beautiful. I am taking you out tonight, remember? We can’t have your first papping, being of you with swollen eyes and lips.” He lifts my quivering chin, drying my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. His loving, concerned creamy beige eyes quickly glaze salaciously over. His delicious mouth twitches into a little cocky grin. “I should also warn you, Jessica. I have by no means finished with you yet. In a few weeks’ time, I will have you with your legs in the air and screaming for more, just you remember that.” His thumb caresses my now parted lips. A thudding ache is ever present between my thighs. Shit!
I struggle to find the words as my mouth has suddenly gone completely dry. Speak Jessica . . . speak! “Really?” I feebly and pathetically reply.
His ravenous eyes continue their silent assault on me. “Yes . . . really.” I walk away from him with a noticeable spring in my naked step. Now that, .I very much look forward to, Mr. Riley!
My anxiety increases as I am getting ready to go out with Jonny. I hadn’t considered the enormity of the situation before. This will be the first time I will officially be seen on Jonny’s arm. No hiding, no secret meetings in hotel rooms, no feeling guilty. It’s he and I facing the world together. Showing everyone, we are together . . . regardless of how it happened and why. It’s a very public statement of our love for one another. A two fingered statement to those who don’t believe in us.
I know I need to look the part, but by doing so it’s important that I remain true to myself. I am who I am. Just because I am with Jonny, doesn’t mean I am going to change. He is the celebrity, not me. I can’t pretend to be something I am not.
I keenly eye my new designer wardrobe. Who the hell am I kidding? I may not be a celebrity, but I sure as hell am in love with one . . . can’t a girl enjoy some of the perks that being with Jonny will give her?
I have found my perfect papping outfit. I adore the vintage look and it, adores me. The classic lines embrace my curves, gliding over my shape seductively to make my form pleasing on the eye.
I settle on wearing a black wiggle dress, with mouth-watering three-inch suede heels in ruby red. My hair is tousled and pinned up with an alluring sweeping fringe. My make-up is minimalistic, ebony lashes and nude lip-gloss. The paps are going to fucking love me!
When I walk downstairs, Jonny is on the phone. When he sees me, he does a cute little double take and literally stops talking to whoever is on the phone. I smile, knowing he likes what he sees.
I stand innocently. Staring at him as he continues his conversation, never once does he take his hungry eyes off me.
I am rather enjoying the view myself. Jonny looks delicious in his black fitted informal suit and a tieless white linen shirt. His teasing dusting of chest hair just peeping over the top of the unbuttoned linen, is knicker and knee-tremblingly hot! His hair is messily styled, like he’s just had fervent, needing fingers playing with it. I fucking wish!
As always . . . he looks divine.
Jonny cuts the conversation short. “Something’s come up. I’ve got to go, but I’ll call you in a few days.” As soon as he puts down the phone, he paces towards me. Grabbing my face, kissing me hard; he’s so deliberate, almost aggressive.
He literally takes my breath away.
“You look fucking gorgeous. If I could take you now . . . I would.” He says, grinding up against me.
I am left feeling almost giddy by his starved kiss. His obvious arousal can be felt pressing against me. “I can see exactly what has ‘come up’ now.” I laugh, looking down at his bulging crotch.
He runs his finger over my dress, starting at my breasts, heading down to my groin. “Can you blame me? I know what I said earlier, but I am so going to have you screaming for me later.”
“Mmmm, sounds like a promise,” I whisper. Jonny envelopes his arms around me, looking down at me with such tenderness. I feel myself melt into him.
“I am a lucky man.”
“And I am a very lucky lady.” I lift my shoulders up, content in his embrace.
“Did you ever think we would get here?” Jonny whispers in my hair. I shake my head. No words can express how it feels to be here, in his arms. I never dared to think we would ever get here. I have to pinch myself all the damn time for fear that this is all some crazy dream!
Our first meeting flashes before me. I smile as the memory dances around my mind. “I remember the very first time I saw you, Jonny. I honestly couldn’t believe it. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment after nearly knocking you over by the lift. I kept thinking about all those times I’d seen you in Lypiatt Hall. Then to see you in the flesh was so surreal. I kept trying not to look at you for fear I’d make a complete fool of myself, because seeing the real you blew me away.” I coyly bite my lip, not quite sure if I should be telling him this. “I haven’t ever told you this before, but you were quite high on mine and Lydia’s list of most shaggable celebrities, you know?”
He laughs. “Really? Now that’s a list I’d really like to see.”
“Ahhh, it’s a list of the mind. We are far too clever to ever write it down.” I tease him, tapping my temple.
Jonny lifts an inquisitive brow. “So, I wasn’t top of your list then?”
Stroking his chest gently, I reply with a seductive smile. “No, that would be, Jensen Ackles . . . but you are now.”
Jonny grins, nodding with pursed lips. “Jensen Ackles huh?” He pulls my ass against him. His eyes roam my face before continuing. “I don’t know whether I’ll ever be able to look at Lydia in quite the same way now.”
“Lydia’s list is a very long one. I wouldn’t be too concerned,” I say with a giggle.
He shrugs his shoulder lightly and smiles, looking thoughtful. “I, too, remember you bumping into me like it was yesterday. You fell into my life, quite literally, but in that moment I knew something had changed. I loved everything about you. Straight away I knew I needed to know more about you. After we talked, you turned to walk away and your ass did this innocent, sexy, little wiggle thing that it does and BOOM! I was hooked.” Jonny clenches my ass cheeks again, nibbling my ear. God, I love that!
“So, it was my ass that sealed the deal then?” I stroke his chin with my nose.
“Everything about you sealed the deal, Jessica.”
I stand back and proudly show myself off. “So . . . will I do for tonight? For my big unveiling?” I ask.
“You look perfect,” he confirms this with a gentle kiss upon my lips.
When Beef arrives to collect us, I feel excited to proudly walk out on the arm of Jonny.
“Hi Beef . . . where’s Simon?” I ask, picking up my clutch bag.
“Hi there, Jessica. Simon is waiting by the car. You look amazing by the way.”
“Why, thank you.” I playfully curtsy to Beef. His eyes naturally brighten when he smiles. I like to see him smile. His harsh features instantly soften.
“So, you guys all set?” Beef asks.
“We sure are, I’m really nervous yet excited too,” I answer with an eager smile.
“There are a few press outside and no doubt they’ll go ballistic when they see the two of you,” Beef says.
“God, I hope I don’t fall on my ass,” I say, suddenly being hit with even more nerves.
His deep laugh echoes in the hallway. “No, we don’t want that.”
“Did I hear you say that there are still a few out there, Beef?” Jonny breezes into the hallway, as he puts his wallet into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
“Yes, there is.”
“Okay, let’s give them what they want. You ready?” Jonny holds his confident hand out to me. I clench his hand tight as the nerves grip me.
“Don’t let go of me, Jonny.”
“I’ll never let go of you, Jessica.”
We go into the lift in silence. We enter the hall in the same silence. As Beef opens the door, I see a handful of bored looking journalists spring frantically into action. The rapid flashes are blinding. I try to just focus on the floor in front of me. I feel Jonny’s thumb stroking my hand. His touch reassures me while I concentrate on putting one foot safely in front of the other. I’m too bloody scared to look directly at the photographers for fear it will disorientate me . . . so I don’t.
Some shout, “Over here, Jessica!” One even shouts, “Where you going, Jonny?” We both smile politely, holding one another as we briskly walk to the car. The press follows us when Simon drives off. They continue to follow us to the restaurant and congregate outside when we go in. I’m just relieved I haven’t tripped or fallen.
Our meal together is surprisingly normal. I half-expected to be stared at all night by the other diners, but it wasn’t like that at all. We were just two people in love spending some quality time together, in public. Of course, there were a few whispers and mutterings of “Isn’t that Jonny Riley?” But nothing we couldn’t handle and certainly not unusual for Jonny himself.
Outside though is a different story. More press have gathered outside the restaurant, once the news had got around regarding Jonny and I being out together.
Jonny leans across the table and whispers to me, “You are causing quite a stir, Dimples.”
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