Chapter Fourteen
Jonny groaned into Ada’s mouth, due to both what she was doing to him and in frustration that he had surrendered.
He had tried to hold out, but the way she had looked at him, the argument she had made — it was all too tempting.
He had given in, and given in with gusto.
Maybe it didn’t matter what the future held.
Maybe she was right, and they should just take this for what it was.
He wrapped a hand around the back of her head, his fingers threading through her soft curls, his kiss becoming hard, urgent, desperate.
It was like the more he tried to keep himself away from her, the more he lost his head when he finally touched her.
He was like gunpower, waiting, dormant, and she was the flint to ignite him and cause him to shoot off.
His tongue slid over hers, and in the back of his mind, he worried about how his stubble would scrape her skin, wondered if he would leave marks on the softness of her face.
While he didn’t want to hurt her, he hoped he left just enough redness to tell anyone who might see that she was spoken for.
By him.
He groaned again at how good she felt in his arms as his fingers flexed in her hair, heat spreading through his body at how much she made him want her, how, if the opportunity presented itself, it wouldn’t take much for him to divest them of their clothing and take her right there, in this parlor or wherever they found themselves.
He backed her up until she hit the wall, just missing the lamp beside her, heat spilling off of it onto them, if it was possible for them to warm any further.
He had never known a woman to give back so much in return when she was in an embrace. With other women, it felt practiced, like they were doing what was expected of them.
With Ada, he could tell that she was putting her whole heart into this, that her kiss came from deep in her soul, that she wanted this just as much as he did.
One of her hands wrapped into his hair, the other against his chest, her fingers curling into him as she gave up power to him while returning his caress at the same time.
Jonny lost control of his thoughts as his skin got hot and he was no longer driven by anything but pure need that flowed through his body.
How he would return to the party or look anyone in the eye after this, he had no idea, but that didn’t overly matter at the moment.
All that mattered was her.
His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until they were flush against one another. He didn’t care if she felt him heavy and hard between her legs. In fact, he wanted her to feel it, to know what she was in for if she followed him down this path.
He pushed it a little further, one of his hands trailing up the side of her body to cup one breast, which was the perfect size, firm and filling his hand. He ran his fingers over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath the layers that separated their skin from each other.
She moaned as she arched her chest into him, and Jonny was debating whether or not to rip off the ridiculous lace that covered her neck and upper chest when a shout from outside the door had him stepping back and away from her as though they had been physically torn apart.
Their eyes met, hers glazed over in desire as he turned his attention toward the door.
He reached out, taking her hand, her brows lifting in some confusion at the intimate gesture, but he needed her to know that this did mean more to him than just the physical, even if he could never put that into words.
He led her toward the door, opening it a crack to see beyond.
“My jewels!” Lady Harcourt cried to her husband, who was standing at the other side of the corridor. “They’re gone!”
Jonny and Ada exchanged a glance, disbelief on both of their faces. The first event that the footballers were invited to and jewellery had gone missing? This wasn’t good.
Not at all.
Ada’s heartrate was just coming back to normal after that life-altering kiss when Lady Harcourt’s cries had distracted them.
