Chapter Fifty-One – Can't Stop Thinking About You

Angelina had every intention to push Jon away; not because she didn't want him to kiss her, but because she had been surprised by it. However, as she moved her hands to his chest it all changed. Instead of pushing him away she ends up fisting his shirt into her hands. The moment she does that Jon is sliding his arms around her and pulls her closer. What is it about this man and the way he kisses her? Even after all these years, she's putty in his hands.

Jon pulls back enough to look at her. "I've wanted to do that for a while now," he says softly.

"Why haven't you?" she asks.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted me to." He licks his lips. "I just couldn't wait anymore. I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" She moves her hands and rests them on his cheeks. "If I didn't want you to kiss me, I would have pushed you away."

"I thought you were going to for a second there."

She nods. "I thought I was for a moment. But not because I didn't want you to kiss me. I was surprised." She curls her fingers along his cheeks. "But you're right. I feel it too. I think it's been there since I first saw you again. At first I tried to deny it and simply say that it was me missing the old you. But…" She shrugs. "I can't say that anymore."

"Yeah? What can you say now?"

"I can't stop thinking about you. Whenever I see your name pop up with a text or a call, I can't wait to answer." She drops her hands to his neck. "When I'm not near my phone and I hear it go off, I always hope that it's you. I think I can honestly say that I'm falling for you all over again." She licks her lips as she meets his gaze.

"You're always the first person I want to call no matter where I'm at. Those late nights when I get to a hotel I always think about you." He reaches up and runs his thumb over her bottom lip. "You're all I think about. Can I kiss you again?"

The moment she nods, Jon's covering her mouth once again. Angelina lets out a soft noise as she wraps her arms around Jon's neck. He slides his hands down, resting them on her hips.

"Wait," Angelina says pushing him back.

"I'm sorry. I'm… pushing you, aren't I? Fuck, I'm sorry, Angie."

"What? No." She smiles at him. "I just…" She slides a hand up and curls it into his hair. "I just think we need to talk about this. What is this?"

"Do we have to worry about that right now?" He kisses her once again. He knows they should, but he can't even think straight right now.

"Jon…"

"I know." He kisses her one more time before taking a step back. "What the hell is it with you that makes me not be able to think straight?"

She smiles at him. "I'm glad I'm not the only one." She watches him as he sits back down. "I can't do a one-night stand, Jon. You don't seem like that's what you want. But if it is tell me now."

He grins. "It's not what I want. Not with you. I could get that anywhere. But that's not what I want. I'm too old for that kind of thing. Truth is…" He sighs. "I don't know."

"No, you do know. Truth is what?"

"You know me, Angie. You've seen me at my worst. Even after you left, I never really forgot about you. You were always with me. Hell, I travel with the quilt you made me. There were times when I would be doing something and I would stop to think of what you would tell me about it. And now? I love that we talk pretty much every night. I look forward to those calls and I want them to continue. But most of all? I want you."

Angelina steps forward and combs her fingers through Jon's hair. "I want you too." She smiles when Jon leans into her touch. "I don't know about you, but I think we were pulled back to each other."

He smirks. "Well, it's hard to argue with you on that." He rests his hands on her thighs. "Come here." He tugs her to straddle his lap and kisses her again. "Tell me to stop and I will."

She shakes her head before standing up. "I don't want you to stop." She pulls him to stand once again and kisses him.

He pulls back and takes her hand before leading her inside. As he's about to turn to head down the hall, he stops. Angelina frowns at him when he turns to look at her.

"What?"

"I don't have any condoms."

"You don't?"

"No. I haven't needed them. And I didn't know this was gonna happen. So…" He cups her face and kisses her softly. "Store. I'll go to the store and get some." He rubs her cheeks. "If you want."

She smiles softly at him. "Maybe that means we shouldn't be doing this yet."

He sighs as he rests his forehead on hers. "Angie…"

"I'm not saying it won't happen. But maybe we should slow down." She rests her hands on his sides. "Don't hate me."

"Never, Angie. You're probably right. You usually were." He smirks. "Does that mean I can't kiss you?"

"You better kiss me." She closes the distance and lets him kiss her once again.