Chapter 168

Megan sat on the beach, feeling the sea breeze play with her curls, lifting and tugging at it. She had been here for a few days now and she could feel its therapeutic effect bringing  calmness over her tortured soul. The moon was full and the stars so bright it appeared like she could touch them.

She missed Jon fiercely, hoping sometimes that he was here with her, just the two of them alone. He called her daily, the loneliness apparent in his voice.

The beach was quiet tonight, most families were already asleep, but somehow tonight she couldn’t stand the four walls. She wanted to feel the wind on her face, the saltiness of the sea on her lips, hear the waves crashing endlessly. She darted her eyes across the beach. Far away a lone figure  strolled her way. So she wasn’t the only soul needing the calmness only the ocean could bring. Staring at the silhouette a few moments longer she realized it was a man, his pants were rolled up to about calve high, his hands sheltered in his pockets. By the looks of it he didn’t wear his hair short as the breeze suddenly let it fly around his face, turning her head away, she looked at the white foamy waves crashing on the shore.

A scream ripped through her as she felt warm arms closing around her, locking her into a tight embrace.

“It’s dangerous for a woman alone on the beach this time of night.”

 The familiar voice unclenched her muscles and she felt her lungs expand for a needed breath of air. She was captured between his thighs, his arms curled around her pulled up legs.

“What are you doing here?” He wouldn’t even be able to comprehend how glad she was to have him with her tonight.

“I missed you.” It was a muffled confession, lost in her hair. She smelled like heaven a smell that was firmly etched into his mind.

“I missed you too.”

Expecting her to argue with him for not leaving her alone he rushed his explanation, standing in front of her he gestured, the desperation clear in his tightly coiled frame.

“I know you want to be alone and that you need time to think but fuck baby, I cant do this! I’m miserable, I cant sleep in that big empty bed….I need to see you just for a few days and then I’ll go.”

He saw her amused expression.

“I said…I missed..you ..too.”

Relief brought a striking smile to his face.

“You did?!”

“Yes..I did.”

He fell to his knees, gathering her to him in one fell swoop. A pained grunt escaped his lips just before he sealed her mouth with his. The kiss was blazing hot, his mouth demanding her surrender. His hands dug into her knotted, salty curls, his fingers massaging the soft flesh at her nape. Curling her fingers through his hair it felt sticky and wild between her fingertips. His weight leaned forward slightly, pressing her back into the sandy dune.

He’d been watching her from the moment he got onto the beach, her beauty as the breeze brushed her hair backwards, her proud frame etched against the nightsky took his breath away. The hunger in him multiplied with every step and when he eventually reached her he wanted to crush her to him, ridding himself of this fire devouring his insides.

His weight held her captive against the creamy grains, shifting slightly he settled between her thighs, his free hand stroking the satiny skin of her thigh, lifting the dress higher.

He stole a look at her  face, the moon shone brightly on her features, her eyes glittered like stars, she wanted this just as much as he wanted her right here, right now. Nimble fingers slid each button from her dress slowly, uncovering her beauty to his hungry gaze. Her skin glistened like pearl in the slivery light, his groin tightened painfully at the beautiful sight.

Megan’s hand tucked impatiently at his shirt. The dark curls shadowed in the slight opening, driving her to the uncontrollable need to feel the coarseness rubbing against her skin.  Feeling her hand trembling he helped her getting rid of his shirt.

Megan wasn’t sure how he did it but she was naked on the harsh beach, all she could focus on was the warm, male pressing into her, the tight material of his jeans scraping over her, the bulge of his groin thrust against her pelvis. Jon’s mouth was everywhere, tracing searing hot patterns all over her face, jaw and neck.

The heat of him was abruptly traded by the coolness of night, voicing her displeasure he pulled her up, watching him as he toed his jeans off, leaving him splendidly naked. The moon shone over his shoulder, casting silver streaks over his perfect, muscled frame.

Megan stared in stupefaction at the the man she loved, his godlike perfection stole her breath from her lungs, rendering her motionless.

The dark hair on his chest seems to be lit with sparks of sliver, the outline of his frame stood proudly in the moonlight as it’s beams kissed his skin.

As if in a perfect dream, he held his hand out to her, beckoning her to come to him.

The moment their hands touched it fizzled through her, this was unfathomable, the raw animal magnetism she felt whenever he was around her.

Taking her hand in his he turned towards the silvery water mass.

A shiver sizzled through her as her feet touched cold water.  He led her into the ocean until they were chest high and that’s when he turned to face her again. The chilliness of the ocean and the warmth of his body brought an overload to her senses. Her nipples tightened, her breasts perked. Never in her life did she experience such sensuality than being naked with someone in the wildness of the sea. Waves rocked their close knit bodies gently, lifting and letting go.

Bringing her face closer to his she felt her tongue darted as his lips brushed briefly. Feeling the soft flutter of her tongue he rasped low in his throat, gripping the soft pink of the tip and sliding it into his hungry mouth.