Jon saw them arrive and he felt his heart jump in his chest. He would give her a few minutes to get her stuff into the house and then he’ll go and speak to her.
The need to see her or even touch her was so great he could almost taste it.
Richie banged into the house. Jon grinned when he heard Richie drag his bag up the stairs towards his room, not dunking it in the foyer as usual.
Richie went in search of his brother.
“Hey bro’. I’m back.”
Jon snorted and handed him a beer.
“I think the whole street knows you’re back.”
“Fuck off wont ya.” He slapped Jon on the arm, flashed him a grin and turned to crash down on the sofa.
“Rich there is something I need to ask you before I talk to Megan.”
Richie sat up, interested at what Jon had to say.
Richie’s smile broaden the more Jon spoke.
“That’s a fucking fabulous idea, bro’!”
“You sure? You think she will accept?”
“Hell yeah, why not?”
Jon slapped his thigh and stood up.
“So let me go hear what she has to say about it.”
~~
Megan decided to take a quick shower. She told herself she needed a shower but knew she wanted to drag out seeing Jon a bit longer.
What she needed to say was probably not going to go down to easily with Jon.
She stood under the water spraying down her face, trying to get the courage to tell Jon that he had an 8 year old son he never knew about.
She could almost hear his angry voice, see his eyes darken with fury.
“Oh God, I can’t do this…”
She turned the tap, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her, took the smaller one and started drying her hair.
~~
Jon knocked on the slightly ajar door.
“Megan?”
No answer.
He pushed the door wider, stepped in and closed it behind him.
Did she fall asleep?
As he neared the bedroom he heard the shower door open. His body jerked to life just thinking about the naked woman in the bedroom.
For the life of him he couldn’t stop himself from feasting on her beauty as she walked out the bathroom, her hands busy drying her hair.
His heart thundered in his ears and his pants got uncomfortably tight.
Her wet hair was almost black, the curls starting to form as she worked the towel through them. The towel was wrapped snugly around her slim form, tucked in between her breasts. Her legs were exposed about mid thigh and he wondered how in the hell did she managed such a golden shade on her skin. She didn’t notice him standing there and he smiled as a Bon Jovi tune slipped from her lips.
Wet pearls covered her shoulders and he felt the need to lick those drops from her skin.
He sucked in his breath and raked his hands through his hair. That was enough for her to hear him and she whipped around, her hands still in her hair.
“Jon?!”
His name was a soft caress on her lips and the soft look in her eyes caught him unaware.
The intimate moment cocooned them in their own world and time stood still.
She let the towel fall to the ground and her arms fell lifeless to her sides.
His eyes were their usual electric blue but the message in them was loud and clear. He wanted her and by God her body was screaming for him to take her.
His hair was mushy from his careless ministrations, giving him a sultry bedroom look. His lips were slightly apart and she could just see his perfect white teeth.
Her eyes flew to her favourite part and she could only stare. His shirt was half way undone, one nipple peaked from his fur, beckoning her to taste it. His chest was raising and falling, keeping her mesmerized.
Jon heard the soft whimper from her as her eyes moved downwards taking in his arousal as it tightened his jeans.
Lord, this man looked scrumptious in jeans!
She almost felt herself swoon as she saw his bare feet. This man was sex on legs. Did he even realise how insanely sexy he was with his open shirt, oh so tight jeans and to complete the whole picture…bare feet?
She couldn’t get herself to look at him, her senses were tingling and she was sure he should see her reaction to him clearly.
His eyes fixed on her peaking nipples, thrusting against the towel. The smoky look in her eyes was enough to make him step towards her.
He wanted to capture that look in her eyes, keeping it deep inside him, hoping it will never fade.
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