Chapter 58

Jon turned back slowly, his eyes sparking a fire in her veins.

“Now where were we?”

Megan didn’t answer, they both knew where they were, their bodies were yearning for each other.

She first felt the touch of his hand on her thighs, gripping it he coaxed her closer towards him.

She was hypnotized, his eyes had a magic of their own, rendering her helpless. When she reached his warmth, his hand slid up and down, igniting her skin.

Jon felt her respond to his touch, her body send him signals that made it hard to pace himself. As he leaned forward he noticed the huge raw bruise on her swell of her breasts, his groin throbbed as he relived the afternoon.

Megan looked down at the lovebite, by Jon’s uneven breathing she could tell that he was just as caught up in desire as she was.

The waiter brought the wine, placed the menu on the table and left as quickly as possible. The sexual tension between the couple was evident, so he retreated and closed the door, deciding that he will knock before he dared to enter.

Jon kept himself busy pouring wine, giving Megan the leisure of watching his perfection.

“Here you go baby.”

He lifted his glass.

“To the future…”

“To the future.”

Megan reached for the menu but a warm hand closed over hers.

“Don’t you trust me Meg? I know what I want, you just sit and relax.”

The way he said it send frissions of electricity down her spine.

The waiter’s knock was met with a grin.

“For starters we’ll like the Seafood chowder. For main I want Blue claws…extra sauce and a salad with blue cheese dressing.”

“You sure we’re gonna eat all that?” Megan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“What we don’t eat we’ll keep for later. I like to have a midnight snack.”

And by the looks of it he didn’t just mean food…she tried to hide her blush but to no avail.

She was pinned again, smelling his cologne teasing her nostrils, the wine on his breath.

“Will you be my snack tonight, baby?”

She watched his lips as he spoke to her, he didn’t give her time to answer.

The sweetness of the wine mingled as their mouth touched, his tongue played hide and seek with hers, coaxing it into his mouth.

She felt rather than heard the groan rumbling from his throat. He sucked gently on her tongue, when he let hers go she took her turn, sucking back. She felt his hand in her hair, raking through the thick curls.

She craved to feel his naked skin but he had a t- shirt on, making it difficult to touch him, she placed her hands on the material feeling his warmth radiating through it.

Her panties were uncomfortably wet, her nipples were aching begging to be touched.

Jon moved slightly but she kept her eyes close, lost in the moment.

“Oh God..Jon!”

The wicked smirk on his face caught her unaware, she felt the unmistakable trickle of cold wine on her breasts.

“I love my wine sweet, somehow I think it might taste even sweeter with you.”

He knew how to play the seduction scene. She didn’t have too much experience with men but Greg definitely paled in comparison. Jon could leave her breathless with just one stare, rendering her helpless with the slightest touch.

Everything felt like slow motion as she watched him dip lower towards her breasts. Felt the flick of his tongue as he caught the sweet wine on her skin.

“You taste like no wine could ever taste…”

Her hands tangled in his soft hair, her pads massaging his scalp.

The waiter’s knock buzzed into their cloudy minds.

Jon shifted slightly, his hands rested on Megan’s knee, holding her close to him.

“Your starters sir.”

The chowder was delicious, but it was impossible to concentrate on your food when Jon kept touching her, turning her insides to molten lava.

By the time the main course came, Megan’s body was tingling, all her nerve endings were oversensitive and she wasn’t sure how much she could take.

The crab eating was a fun, messy affair. Jon made sure he spilled a few drops of sauce on her mouth, giving him the perfect excuse to lick it off.

Megan just stared at him with her huge dark eyes, the smouldering in her eyes brought Jon immense satisfaction. He wanted to break down her defenses, letting the real Megan he knew submerge.

The wine took its toll on Megan, all she could see was the Jon she fell in love with, a few years older than the Jon she knew but more mature and oh lord, so irresistible.

A triumphant smile played over her lips when she saw a spot  next to Jon’s mouth, reached forward and licked it ever so slowly. Jon froze for a moment, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the teasing dab of her tongue. He realised the groan came from him when he heard the soft chuckle from Megan.

He was so sure he had her just where he wanted her and then she turned the tables on him.

He had enough of this cat and mouse game for one night.

“I think its time we go home.”

She smiled into his eyes.

“I think so too.”