Chapter 21

Just as I predicted!

Megan got more than her share of attention. She looked so happy and carefree, he just didn’t have the heart to burst her bubble. The guys received and icy stare from him if they dared stare too long. He was there to look after her, wasn’t he?

“Oh Jon! Come here! Please get me that bear! Pleeaaseeeee!”

“You are kinda sure that I’ll win that thing don’t ya?” he grinned.

She nodded and flashed her brilliant smile at him.

He won that damn bear and as a thank you, she threw herself into his arms. Her scent enveloped him and when she kissed him on the lips he felt his heart stood still for a moment.

He could feel the bear dangling at his back and her perky breasts jutted into his chest. He grabbed hold of her waist and pulled slightly at it, trying to get some much needed distance between them.

She let him go and hugged the bear to her chest.

“Thanks Jon! You are the best!” Her innocence hit him like a hammer on the head.

She needed protection from him and herself. God he didn’t know if he was strong enough to stay away.

The night drew to a close. They each enjoyed a burger. She had a milkshake and he a beer.

“We better get going. Its late.”

She stretched out languorously, trying to hide a yawn with her hand.

“I had so much fun tonight! Thanks Jon!”

“My pleasure honey. Cmon lets go!”

She shivered, seeing small goose bumps riding on her skin he slipped his leather jacket from his shoulders.

She snuggled into the jacket, poking her nose inside it to smell his scent.

She never realized how her actions disturbed him. Smelling his scent so unintentionally, snuggling deeper into his jacket. Was it him? Were his hormones running away with him?

When he pulled away from the red light Megan was fast asleep. The bear fell from her lap onto the floor. Her face peeked from his oversized jacket.

He switched on the radio and his voice came blaring from the speakers.

“Living on a prayer from Bon Jovi!” the DJ announced enthusiastically.

He stopped in front of the house.

Gentle fingers closed over the fragile bones of her shoulders.

“Meg, baby. We’re home.”

“Hmmmm…”

“No not hhmmmm. I don’t think your father will appreciate me carrying you into the house. C’mon honey…”

His hand lowered towards the jacket, maybe if he slipped it from her the coolness will wake her up enough to get her to the house.

As soon as the jacket fell from her still form Jon knew that he just made a huge mistake. Her dress had shifted from one breast, giving him an eyeful of lily white skin and a rosy pink nipple.