Page 14 of The Lucky One
I swallowed air like a fish gasping for oxygen.
“I told you, son. She took off and went back to Germany. She said she had no business here anymore,” Tim replied, maintaining his act a bit too convincingly.
“Fuck no!” A door slammed. “I made sure she could stay. If she’s even half as in love with me as I am with her, she wouldn’t think about leaving!”
I sprinted up the stairs—nearly tripping over my feet—and into the hall. “I’m here!”
Jon turned. “Little German...”
“Oh Emily, you just ruined my fun.” Tim laughed, but I didn’t have eyes for him anymore. My dark-haired Jon stood before me, wild curls tumbling around his face, dark chocolate eyes brimming with disbelief and joy. He looked healthier, rosier, like he’d gotten a few peaceful nights’ sleep. His curls had grown longer too, creating a tousled halo that framed his cheeks. There he was... my Jon. My tortured bad boy, lips slightly parted, staring at me.
My eyes welled with tears. “Hi...”
He just kept his gaze fixed on me, as if I wasn’t the picture he’d expected. I rubbed the side of my arm.
“What are you waiting for?” Tim said. “Hug each other!”
He nudged Jon, who flinched before a genuine, radiant smile broke across his face. With two long strides he was with me, palms cupping my tear-stained cheeks with a force that nearly tipped me over. Gently he wiped away the trails of sadness, studying my face up close. “Fuck I missed you,” he breathed.
I whispered, “I’ve missed you too.”
He kissed my forehead and pulled me into his embrace. We clung to each other with desperate fervor, preventing anything from tearing us apart again. I sobbed into his chest, but not with sorrow—I finally felt complete again. After weeks of loneliness and worry, I was where I belonged.
I felt his lips curve into a smile against my skin, which became my new favorite feeling in the world. Then, heedless of his father’s presence, he swung his arm under my legs and lifted me as if I weighed nothing at all. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, and I nuzzled the curve of his neck, inhaling his familiar smoky scent.
The world seemed to fade as he carried me down the stairs into the basement, closing the door with his foot on the way. Tim’s laughter from above was only a distant echo.
Though two never-ending months had passed since Jon last walked through that door, his touch remained the same. Even better. His lips found mine and kissed away the two-month gap between us, each kiss a testament to the desire that had mounted during our time apart. The longing left me dizzy, a whirlwind of emotions I had forgotten how to process.
“Ich habe dich so vermisst,” he groaned between kisses. The same words he had told me upstairs, but this way they penetrated even deeper into my heart. It was undeniable. Everyone else was wrong and I was right—Jon and I belonged together.
“Ich—” I began, but his lips covered mine again. Things had changed. But in the best possible way.
Gently, he laid me down on the fresh bedsheets I had changed and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “Apple shampoo,” he breathed onto my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
With a laugh, I breathed in myself, burying my nose in his hair, relishing the earthy scent that was uniquely his. “Smoky charcoal.”
His hand wandered over the curves of my breasts, earning him a low moan, then traced a path down my stomach and slipped beneath the fabric of my shirt.
“You wouldn’t believe how many dreams I’ve had about this moment,” he said, his voice darkening.
I closed my eyes and dived into the sensation of his touch exploring every inch of my belly. Slowly his hand moved up until it slipped under my bra, cupping my breast and reigniting a fiery craving that had been turned off for so long.
“J-Jon, we—” I gasped, struggling to find the words. He straightened up, a mix of emotions dancing in his eyes.
“When I saw you in that cell and couldn’t reach you...” His fingertip was circling my nipple. I closed my eyes again. “It was killing me. But now I can touch you...” He kept circling as his free hand groped for the top of my jeans and unzipped them. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you, Little German.”
I couldn’t think straight. We had so much to discuss, so many words waiting to be shared—but in that moment they felt insignificant. The electricity between us was a tangible force, connecting us in a way words could never achieve.
I opened my eyes for just a second and admired his smirk, insolent yet adorable. “Show me.”
He leaned in and kissed me, so gently that his lips alone made my hips rise. Smiling against my mouth, he moved his fingers under the waistband of my panties.
I gasped as he touched me. “Oh...”
“Shh... we don’t want Tim to hear us, do we?”
Jon gently pinched my nipple, which didn’t make it any easier to stop myself from whimpering. I shook my head, panting, and he leaned forward to swallow my noises with his mouth. Neither his lips or his fingers moved until I had my breath under control.