Chapter 36
Waking to the sound of light snoring, Amber rolled onto her back and saw Jon sprawled out on his, one hand draped across his face, the other resting on his stomach. Feeling decidedly better than she had earlier she laid there listening to him and wondered to herself about how they’d gotten to this place. Granted she’d planned to talk to him on the plane that day, but fate put her on his lap and it spiraled from there, the bathroom, the party and then nothing for months.
Now she was in his hotel room and recalling some of the things he admitted during the course of the night that she had to question in the light of day. Did he really turn down other women because he couldn’t get her out of his head? Had he really said ‘Amber is the color of my love’ in the arena or was that her imagination? Was he as good a lover as he seemed to be or was it because she was obsessed with him and wanted to believe it? Frowning, she turned her head towards him. Had he really held her hair while she’d gotten sick? She clearly recalled seeing him heaving into the sink when she’d felt well enough to crawl back to bed. Now he was asleep and she didn’t want to disturb him. Looking at the clock she was stunned by the time. Most of her friends were already gone and she hadn’t gotten to say goodbye. That sucked, but at least they’d all gotten together for one concert, a private party with the band and she could thank Cassidy and Richie for it all.
Sighing, she wished that Cassidy had gotten Richie for the night, then again Linda was by far the bigger fan and had been the one to turn Cassidy to the ‘dark side’. On the whole pleased that one of them got to experience the man, she rolled towards Jon and slid her palm down the sleep relaxed muscles of his bicep and followed his arm across his stomach. Lacing her fingers in his she scooted up against him, molding herself to his body, inhaling the scent that was uniquely Jon.
Hunger woke him, his stomach protesting loudly that it was empty and wanted nutrition. Feeling the heat of a woman, he cracked open one eye to find a pair of soft doe brown eyes looking back at him. “Hi.”
“Hi, yourself. It’s about time you woke up. Guess rock stars really do sleep all day.” Grinning mischievously at him, Amber was fairly certain that this was an anomaly with Jon. She’d read enough interviews and articles to know he generally got up early and worked out in the mornings and his day went from there like a race car on nitrous.
Snorting, Jon shook his head as best he could “I don’t normally spend my mornings sharing a bathroom puking either. How are you feeling?” Caressing her arm that was holding his other hand. The silky softness of it enticing and comforting at the same time.
“I’m fine. Did you really hold my hair for me?” At least she could get that answer.
Smiling warmly, he took her fingers in his and kissed each one softly. “Yes. Remind me not to drink that much any more. I’m getting older, I can’t handle it like I used to.”
Something about the feather light touch of his lips on her fingers sent shivers down her spine. “Only if you remind me of the same thing. Getting sick the next day is not enjoyable in the least, even if there’s a hot guy right next to me getting just as ill.”
“Deal,” sucking one of her fingers into his mouth.
Pupils dilating as her pleasure centers started switching on, Amber’s mind began shutting down, “I....ah....” closing her eyes as the delicious sensations washed over her, her tongue flicking out over her lips.
Snickering, Jon kissed her knuckle and laid her hand back on his chest. “want to go get something to eat?”
Her eyes flashed open, asking incredulously “what?”
“Food? You want to go get something to eat? Steak? Seafood? Pasta? Sushi? You know nourishment?” Grinning mischievously at her, his clear blue eyes twinkling.
“Jon Bon Jovi, you’ve got me all primed and ready for sex and you want food?” her eyes were wide and her hands were planted firmly against that oh so muscular chest since she was now sitting up and staring down at the naked man laying next to her.
Laughing lightly, he pulled her down against him and kissed her soundly. “I’m hungry. It’s mid-afternoon and I haven’t eaten since yesterday. If you want me to keep up with you, you’d better feed me.”
Snorting as a gutter thought crossed her mind, she just shook her head at him. “And I thought that being with a rock god would be different. You’re just like any other guy.”
“I am just like any guy. That’s not what made you laugh. Give.” Grasping her sides with his fingers spread wide, Jon waited.
“Uh uh,” her refusal quickly turning into a fit of giggles when he began tickling her unmercifully until she was gasping for breath to make him stop. The moment he did she turned on him and tried to find out if he was ticklish and where. As she got into the game with him, he went back at it and before long they were both gasping and had tears rolling down their cheeks from laughing so hard and long.
A tangle of arms, legs and torsos, they slowly relaxed, unwinding and snuggling together. Feeling tender, Jon leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips, stroking his tongue across her lips, inhaling her scent and reminding himself of what it was about this woman that drew him in so deeply so quickly. “I do believe one of my songs has new meaning for me these days.” Barely touching as he brushed the hair from her face with baby soft pressure as he traced her facial features with the pads of his fingers.
Now she was in his hotel room and recalling some of the things he admitted during the course of the night that she had to question in the light of day. Did he really turn down other women because he couldn’t get her out of his head? Had he really said ‘Amber is the color of my love’ in the arena or was that her imagination? Was he as good a lover as he seemed to be or was it because she was obsessed with him and wanted to believe it? Frowning, she turned her head towards him. Had he really held her hair while she’d gotten sick? She clearly recalled seeing him heaving into the sink when she’d felt well enough to crawl back to bed. Now he was asleep and she didn’t want to disturb him. Looking at the clock she was stunned by the time. Most of her friends were already gone and she hadn’t gotten to say goodbye. That sucked, but at least they’d all gotten together for one concert, a private party with the band and she could thank Cassidy and Richie for it all.
Sighing, she wished that Cassidy had gotten Richie for the night, then again Linda was by far the bigger fan and had been the one to turn Cassidy to the ‘dark side’. On the whole pleased that one of them got to experience the man, she rolled towards Jon and slid her palm down the sleep relaxed muscles of his bicep and followed his arm across his stomach. Lacing her fingers in his she scooted up against him, molding herself to his body, inhaling the scent that was uniquely Jon.
Hunger woke him, his stomach protesting loudly that it was empty and wanted nutrition. Feeling the heat of a woman, he cracked open one eye to find a pair of soft doe brown eyes looking back at him. “Hi.”
“Hi, yourself. It’s about time you woke up. Guess rock stars really do sleep all day.” Grinning mischievously at him, Amber was fairly certain that this was an anomaly with Jon. She’d read enough interviews and articles to know he generally got up early and worked out in the mornings and his day went from there like a race car on nitrous.
Snorting, Jon shook his head as best he could “I don’t normally spend my mornings sharing a bathroom puking either. How are you feeling?” Caressing her arm that was holding his other hand. The silky softness of it enticing and comforting at the same time.
“I’m fine. Did you really hold my hair for me?” At least she could get that answer.
Smiling warmly, he took her fingers in his and kissed each one softly. “Yes. Remind me not to drink that much any more. I’m getting older, I can’t handle it like I used to.”
Something about the feather light touch of his lips on her fingers sent shivers down her spine. “Only if you remind me of the same thing. Getting sick the next day is not enjoyable in the least, even if there’s a hot guy right next to me getting just as ill.”
“Deal,” sucking one of her fingers into his mouth.
Pupils dilating as her pleasure centers started switching on, Amber’s mind began shutting down, “I....ah....” closing her eyes as the delicious sensations washed over her, her tongue flicking out over her lips.
Snickering, Jon kissed her knuckle and laid her hand back on his chest. “want to go get something to eat?”
Her eyes flashed open, asking incredulously “what?”
“Food? You want to go get something to eat? Steak? Seafood? Pasta? Sushi? You know nourishment?” Grinning mischievously at her, his clear blue eyes twinkling.
“Jon Bon Jovi, you’ve got me all primed and ready for sex and you want food?” her eyes were wide and her hands were planted firmly against that oh so muscular chest since she was now sitting up and staring down at the naked man laying next to her.
Laughing lightly, he pulled her down against him and kissed her soundly. “I’m hungry. It’s mid-afternoon and I haven’t eaten since yesterday. If you want me to keep up with you, you’d better feed me.”
Snorting as a gutter thought crossed her mind, she just shook her head at him. “And I thought that being with a rock god would be different. You’re just like any other guy.”
“I am just like any guy. That’s not what made you laugh. Give.” Grasping her sides with his fingers spread wide, Jon waited.
“Uh uh,” her refusal quickly turning into a fit of giggles when he began tickling her unmercifully until she was gasping for breath to make him stop. The moment he did she turned on him and tried to find out if he was ticklish and where. As she got into the game with him, he went back at it and before long they were both gasping and had tears rolling down their cheeks from laughing so hard and long.
A tangle of arms, legs and torsos, they slowly relaxed, unwinding and snuggling together. Feeling tender, Jon leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips, stroking his tongue across her lips, inhaling her scent and reminding himself of what it was about this woman that drew him in so deeply so quickly. “I do believe one of my songs has new meaning for me these days.” Barely touching as he brushed the hair from her face with baby soft pressure as he traced her facial features with the pads of his fingers.
Enchanted by the warmth in his eyes and the low raspy whisky soaked voice that was nearly a whisper, “oh yeah, what song would that be?” She didn’t want the moment to end.
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