Chapter 190

Leaving the reception was easier said than done. After numerous goodbyes and well whishes, did the newlywed couple, strolled towards their private sanctuary, the day playing in their minds.

Megan was quite impressed to see how graciously Dorothea acted. There were no shooting daggers only sadness and a tinge of regret visible in her eyes. Carol was quite a surprise to, she never allowed her dislike of Megan to be obvious and Megan was so grateful for that!

“You’re quiet, everything ok baby?”

She leaned into his arm, their hands entwined.

“Everything is just perfect! I was just thinking about some of our guests today.”

A grin tucked at his lips.

“Oh I know. The two women behaved themselves today. It seems like they heeded my warning.”

“What did you do?”

“Ooohh nothing. Just promised them to kick their butts out if they even dared insulting my bride or me on our wedding day.”

“Well it worked and everything was just perfect.”

She waited for him to close the door behind them. It was only the two of them now, total bliss!

“Not as perfect as you, Mrs. Bongiovi.”

As if in slow motion his fingers turned the lock, the snap of the bolt zinged through her ears.

Ice and fire collided in those blue depths as he stared at his pregnant wife, barefoot, the little flowers scattered here and there in her dark tresses.

“I’ve never seen something as beautiful as when I saw you on the stallion. God baby, I forgot to breathe.”

Megan quietly slid closer to him, the admiration evident in his eyes as he recalled her on that stallion.

Tiptoeing her fingers over his chest she hummed.

“I couldn’t have chosen a better outfit for you.”

Jon’s eyes seems to focus and the rumble in his throat startled her somewhat.

“Richie wised me up on that one. You’re sneaky, but I like it. I loved everything about the wedding. Thank you for making it so perfect.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond, his lips sealed her reply. She didn’t care anyway somehow with Jon they always knew exactly what the other was thinking, they were one soul, just as it was meant to be.

Her hungry fingers searched for the springy feel of his hair, raking through it, she loved how it brushed against her fingertips. The warmth of his spread palms soaked into her dress, warming the small of her back. Letting his unbridled passion take charge he crushed her into his body, scoffing as the baby objecting to being caged in its already tiny world.

“Uh oh. Someone is not too happy with daddy!”

Megan tapped at the bump, then rubbing slowly over the protruding lump. Jon replaced her hand with his own, stroking, apologizing.

“Oh I’m sorry little one, daddy got a bit carried away there for a moment. Its all mommy’s fault you see. She look so pretty and smell so nice….”

His voice drifted off, locking his heated gaze with hers, he leaned forward to kiss their unborn baby.

Heat simmered in her eyes but he wasn’t deceived not to see the tiredness nesting in those depths. She’d been on her feet the whole day, she must be dead on her feet! Truth to be told, he was expecting it and he made some plans for it as well…

Taking her hand he led her towards the bathroom.

Stepping to the side to allow her first entry, he saw the candles painting golden specks on her hair.

“Oh this is wonderful!”

The bath was bubbling cheerfully, candles were placed all over the bathroom to ensure romantic lighting. An unknown smell hung in the air and Megan sniffed the air appreciatively.

“This is new. I don’t know the scent but is heavenly.”

“I thought you might like it. I made sure the oils were safe for the little bambina in there.”

“You are so thoughtful, thank you!”

She brushed her lips across his but Jon wanted, needed more. Sliding his tongue into the warm recesses of her mouth the kisses exploded until Jon moved away, groaning.

“I better slow this down before I hurt you or the baby. Let me help you with this…”

Megan felt the zip whisper down her back.  His hands were so gentle on her skin.

Seeing her standing there with her back to him he smiled at the lacy white thong riding low on her hips.

Slipping it from her, he grinded his teeth. His body was on fire, flames licked at his stomach, settling in groin.

Megan sank into the generous bath. The fruity blend of oils enveloped her and realized how tired her body actually was. The pregnancy was starting to slow her body down.

“Scoot over honey.” He prompted gently.

“I’m getting used to this slippery, oily stuff. Does wonders for my skin.”

Megan giggled at Jon’s ridiculous attempt to sound feminine.

Draping her long hair over his shoulder, he pressed her back against him. Her stomach played hide and seek with the rippling water. Her breasts perked proudly and he gave up the struggle not to touch her. Taking the globes in his hands, his fingers stroked lovingly across her darkened nipples.

Her soft sigh brushed over his tightly reigned desire for her.