Chapter 53

Megan couldn’t think, her body was buzzing. Seeing Jon always turned her into an unthinking wanton.

Sparks shot into her as his hand touched her neck, their eyes lock and his promised her untold delights.

A calloused thumb found her throbbing pulse, keeping it there as he watched her, challenging her to give herself over to him.

A slight pull and her head tilted back, leaving her throat free for him to explore, his hand slid up and down the column of her slender throat, her silky skin were glowing.

Megan closed her eyes the moment she felt him tilt her head backwards. This was a new Jon standing in front of her, she remembered the sweet, slow way he made love to her all those years ago.

Jon saw her in the same league as he was. She wasn’t the young inexperienced girl anymore, she could handle the passion of a hot blooded male, even enjoyed it. She opened her eyes again. She could see the dangerous passion burning in his eyes, felt the way he touched her…it scared her and excited her all at once.

He wanted her as a man wanted a woman, not a girl.

Jon backed her up, trapping her against the cupboard doors. Her breath was fanning his palm as he touched her face, he was on fire. She caused an uncontrollable hunger in him that needed to be fed, he felt like a blood drinking creature that needed its next fix.

Megan gasped when she realized he had trapped her against the cupboard doors. Her eyes flashed into his, and she gulped at the hunger radiating from them.

He was the predator and she the prey. She had lost the battle….

Jon saw emotions flashing over her features. His hand moved up, tangled in her wet curls, bringing her mouth towards his.

Megan’s stomach flipped as she saw his mouth coming closer. She waited for his lips on hers but it never came. Instead she felt the unmistakable licking of his tongue over her shoulders.

Jon licked the drops from her skin, tasting and smelling her feminine scent. She was pure silk, peachy silk that tasted like heaven.

His mouth slipped upwards towards her throbbing pulse. He felt her quivering and he came closer, his body rubbing sensually against hers.

Feeling his lips touching hers, her body went into overdrive. The kiss was soft, his lips traced hers, breathing softly.

She relaxed against him, giving into his charm, wanting him to deepen the kiss. A sigh escaped her lips and Jon took advantage. Slipping his tongue between her lips, hovering, asking entrance…her lips opened further.

His tongue slipped in, exploring the warm cavern, found her tongue as it slipped against his. His resistance snapped and he took her mouth hungrily.

Her hands moved into his open shirt, feeling the crispness of his hair brushing up against her palms. Thumbs came into contact with male nipples and she flicked over them. He tore his mouth away from her, a hiss slithering from his throat.

Still under his spell she lowered her head, she needed to taste his skin. Her tongue darted out, spearing his tight nubs, his chest seemed to grow a few inches as he tried to come closer. She wanted to taste all of him and she sneaked upwards, trailing soft kisses along his salty skin. His scent drifted into her nostrils. A mixture of musky spice, sweat and Jon.

Her teeth nipped at his adam’s apple and ripped a roar from him.

His hands slipped from her shoulder, tucked and let the towel slip from her body.