Boarded Hearts (Seattle Scorpions, #1)

by Ruth Stilling

“You think I’m just going to fall at your feet like every other woman before me?” He shakes his head gently, a tender smile tracing his lips. “No, Angel. That’s my job.”

Jon Morgan exudes sex. When I say sex, I don’t mean the thank you very much that was a lovely night kind of sex. Oh no. I mean passionate, all-night-long, rail you into the mattress until you see stars and then rail you some more sex. Fucking you in each room of his apartment, taking you on every surface, and worshipping your body until your voice fails you.

“I find it hard to believe that you’re not etched into the memory of everyone you meet since you’ve invaded every part of mine.”

No wonder she has a thick comforter piled with blankets. The thought of my girl living and sleeping in a cold apartment pisses me off, and I make a mental note that it’s something I need to address and fast.

her face flushes with a touch of embarrassment. I don’t like it. I never want her to be embarrassed around me.

Jon’s brows crease together. “Had rules.” His hand darts out, his rough thumb gently brushing over my cheek. “I had rules, Felicity. I don’t anymore.” “Why not?” “Because you’re breaking them, Angel. One by one.”

“I’d pick you up and spin you around if this wasn’t such a refined establishment.” I snort a laugh. “I dare you.” Pushing back his seat he says, “Oh, Angel, you should know by now I’m not a guy who shies away from anything.” All at once, I’m seeing the grand dining room from six-feet-four as it spins around me, Jon balancing me on his shoulder. I’ve never heard his laugh so carefree and hearty, and I grip onto his waist, savoring what is definitely one of the best moments of my life.