He was sitting on the patio when the lights of her car swung into the driveway. It was well past midnight. He shoved the beer to one side, suddenly lost his appetite for it. He walked towards the parked car, staying in the shadows.
The small form got out, standing still for a moment. She turned a full 360 degree, exploring the beautiful grounds, her eyes resting on Jon’s monstrous mansion.
What a beautiful place it was!
She walked towards the boot of the car, opening it up, she reached inside to take out her luggage.
She felt the sudden lift of the boot’s weight and shrieked.
“Its only me.” The soothing voice came from her left side.
“God Jon! Don’t sneak up on me!”
Her hand was on her breast, trying to still the pounding of her heart.
“I’m sorry. I saw you drove in and thought I might help.” She didn’t miss the smell of alcohol on his breath.
“Well thank you. But next time, walk like a humanbeing not like a damn ghost.”
A soft chuckle was the only answer she got. She followed him towards the front door. The door was unlocked and her mother kept a small lamp burning for her.
“How long are you going to stay?”
“Not sure. Why?”
He shrugged his shoulders. Was his hair wet?
“Just askin’.”
She passed him, walking towards the door.
Jon got the message and followed her.
“Scared to be alone with me, Megan? “
Her tongue darted out, licking her lips nervously.
A soft groan slipped from his lips.
“I…”
That’s as far as she got.
One step closed the space between them. His hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her towards him so quickly she had to steady herself against his chest.
His fur was still damp. Oh lord have mercy!
Her palm flattened against the thick fur. Why did he always wear his shirt like that?
Oh, who the hell cares?
Their lips fused together, breathing each other’s essence. His lips was soft and gentle against hers, the passion rose like a huge wave and his tongue speared against her lips, demanding entrance. She tasted the alcohol on his lips. It was a heady sensation, drugging her even more.
Her hand curled into his fur, gripping a handful, the other hand snaked upwards.
Yes, his hair was springy and oh so soft against her fingertips. His hands released the grip on her head, raking down her back, resting on her hips. He pulled her into him, assuring not even air existed between them.
Megan was sixteen again. Her heart was pounding just like the first time he kissed her. Her world was rotating.
An insistent prodding at her stomach froze her.
The hand that fondled his chest a moment ago, shoved hard at his chest.
Panic was taking over and she had difficulty breathing.
“NO!!”
Jon didn’t realize immediately that she was retreating or at least trying to, but the stinging of his cheek brought it home to him very swiftly.
She fled from him like a wild animal. Opening the door wide, not meeting his gaze.
“Please leave.”
“Megan….”
He reached for her. She cringed .
“Don’t EVER manhandle me like that again. Now please leave.”
“Honey, you enjoyed it just as much as I did. Now get off that high horse of yours.” He had a relaxed look from the beer and something else….passion burning in his eyes?
She ignored him and just waited silently at the door.
“If that’s how you wanna play it, fine. G’night.”
She stood frozen to the spot for quite some time, trying to get her emotions and hormones back into order.
No man could ever make her ache like that from one kiss. Why did he have to do that? She had tried so hard to forget him all these years, then one kiss and its all went to hell!
She closed the door and thought about her obituary. She was going to need it because Jon Bon Jovi was going to send her to an early grave. That’s for damn sure.
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