Chapter 36

Jon froze. His arms closed around her, she shuddered and whined against him.

“I thought you said its over! I hate thunder!”

“It will be over soon. Just hang on to me. It will be ok.”

Megan felt his fur rubbing against her cheek, heard his heart thudding against her ear. His mouth was in her hair, planting a brotherly kiss on her head.

Awareness flared between them and soon the rain and roaring outside were forgotten.

Her nipples were poking into his chest, his hand slid lower feeling the soft swell of her ass. She had eased her grip and her hands were now raking up and down his back slowly.

Jon’s head tilted backwards, her hands were working magic on his skin, trailing a fire path towards his groin.

Jon’s hair spilled over her hands and she marveled at his scent , now so strong in her nostrils. Her fingers tangled in his hair, surprised at how soft they were despite their coarseness.

Jon hand’s were stroking back, moving upwards and everytime he stroked down he moved  closer to her ass until he cupped them.

His heart had turned from a steady beat into a full gallop, his chest was pushing harder against hers.

She needed to feel him against her lips, turning her face she kissed his pecs, first the one then the other. His hands gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her sensitive skin, but she didn’t mind. Her need to taste him took over, her tongue snaked out.

The shock was too much for Jon, he hissed as his breath sizzled from his lips.

Her tongue was wet and hot, leaving cool trails over his chest. She came in contact with a male nipple and instinct took over. She sucked lightly on it, gasped as Jon yanked her even closer his full arousal pressing into her stomach.

His head snapped up and electric blue eyes burned with fire, acknowledging the spell she casted over him.

One hand came around and flipped her head upwards, bringing her lips against his own.

His kiss was hot and searing, turning the butterflies in her stomach to ashes. His tongue demanded entrance and she gave it up gladly, her tongue meeting his in a fiery battle.

She tasted sweet against his hungry mouth and he felt control slipping from him…

Trained hands lifted his tee from her and it fell discarded on the floor.