Megan slept the rest of the flight to India
“I’m gonna wake Megan and do the apologizing thing cause I’m not gonna grovel before you assholes.”
They all received the finger as he walked away, accompanied by their sounds of lashing whips.
He opened the door, stood still for a moment while his eyes got accustomed to the darkness. He flicked on a small light by the bed, in her sleep she even looked so young and vulnerable.
She was lying on her side, clutching a pillow. Her hair was spread on the bed, he didn’t miss the stains down her cheeks.
Shit! Look what you did Bongiovi! You’re a first class asswipe!
He knelt next to her on the bed, she was lying with her back to him and he tried all he could not to fondle her ass. His mind lost the battle as his hand cupped the rounded curves, touching lightly. Megan felt the slight touch and instinctively moved into the warmth of his hand.
His pulse was picking up speed, the stroking turned into gentle kneading. His shaft was pulsing to life and he pressed with his other hand on it, willing it to stay down.
His hand moved towards her hip. Her shirt rode up in her sleep and he saw the sparkling of her belly ring. Fuck! That was so damn sexy…he played with the little jewel and didn’t notice her change in breathing.
Megan had woken up from an erotic session with Jon in her dreams only to find his smouldering eyes burning into her while his finger toyed with her bellyring. Her heart was still hammering from her dream, seeing him so close to her, the hunger for her evident in his eyes, caused her breath to hitch in her throat. His head snapped towards her face.
A guilty flush spread on his face and a slight lift at the corner of his mouth was all reaction she got. His hand didn’t move from her stomach, in fact his palm had flattened against her skin.
His eyes kept her hypnotized and couldn’t for the life of her utter a single word.
His low, throaty Jersey accent send a ripple through her spine.
“Time to wake up sweetheart, we are almost there.”
“Did I sleep that long?!”
Her eyes sobered a bit. She pushed upwards to try and sit up, the action bringing her so close their noses almost touched.
His hand squeezed for a moment before he moved away, sitting down on the bed.
“I came in here to wake you up and to apologize for being such an asshole to you. The guys said I was treating you badly and I want to apologize. I cant promise I’ll always be Mr. Sunshine but I’ll keep my moods in check as far as possible.”
Her smiled lit the room.
“Apology accepted, but I don’t want you to treat me any different. I’m part of the crew now and I don’t want them to think I’m getting special treatment.”
His eyes were bluer than the sky on a sunny day.
“You are special baby. We have a history together. That will never change.”
She cleared her throat.
“UUm ..yeah. That’s another thing. If you could just keep that fact to yourself , I’ll really appreciate it. I want to become part of the team because I work hard, not because I was Jon Bon Jovi’s fling years ago.”
There was a slight shift in his eyes.
“Fling? It could have been more than a fling if you didn’t move away and neglected to leave me a number or an address.”
His voice had lost all its warmth.
“Please Jon, I don’t want to fight. It’s a long time ago.”
The pleading in her voice, ripped the anger right out of him, the soft hand resting on his, changed his focus.
“Yeah it is, isn’t it?”
He captured her mouth against his, his tongue seeking entrance to her warm cavern. She sagged back against the headboard, Jon moved closer, trapping her. His hands were in her hair, stroking, his mouth was plundering, tasting.
Megan gave in for a moment marveling at how good her felt against her when reason floated back to her.
Jon backed up as soon as he felt her shift against him.
She had a hard time saying no to him, her body was screaming for her to take him back, but her mind won the battle.
“I need some time…”
The passion in his eyes cleared immediately.
“I can give you that. So we are ok again?”
“Yes we are…”
He stood up, she didn’t need to see the hurt in his eyes, but her hand grabbed his.
“…and Jon? Thanx.”
“No biggie baby.”
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