Chapter 37

“Mmmm, you just want me to tell you? Just like that?” a teasing glint in his sparkling eyes, warmed by his desire.

Softly smiling, she reveled in the feel of his hands stroking her skin, deliciously awaking every nerve ending as they passed. “How else do you propose to tell me, Mr. Bon Jovi?” wriggling around to indulge herself in the heady sensation of his heated hands drifting across her flesh.

Leaning towards her, Jon touched his lips to hers again, this time with more intent, pressing his palm against her back urging her closer to him. The hunger that awoke him replaced by a more insistent sensual hunger. Tracing her lips, then plunging into her mouth, he avoided answering her question. Her purr against his mouth told him that she too was hungry for this and pulled her half under him. Too engrossed in tasting and touching to break the contact, Jon propped himself on one elbow to keep from crushing her as his palm snaked a lazy path down her side, across her hip and up between her thighs to find her moist curls waiting. A contented sigh greeted him when he pressed the heel of his hand against her folds. Kneading her mound, his other palm massaging her breast as he kissed her senseless, inhaling her whimpering need. Unwilling to give up the sweetness of her mouth to skim any other part of her body with his.

Amber spread her legs further apart hoping for a more intimate touch, her fingers laced tightly in his shaggy blond hair holding him to her, feeling the heat rising within her, the need pulsing and her brain screaming for what her body desired. Reaching out she tried to pull him over her, he could be attentive and giving later, for now she wanted, no needed a good hard fuck. Something about him being this close in proximity turned her into a junkie and he was her drug, all of the questions she had evaporated when he held her so intimately. One calloused digit slipped between the folds of her pussy and began stroking, finding the hard bud within, teasing it, almost vibrating across it until she lost herself in the rising tide that washed across her. Gasping then, her eyes glazed, she begged him to take her.

Acquiescing to her demands, he slid on a condom, rolled over her and between her legs, lifting one and then the other up, almost bending her in two before he thrust inside. Jamming himself to the hilt in one solid, powerful move, holding himself there as he savored the throbbing of her walls pulsing around him, listening to her keening cry of rapture when he’d done nothing more than enter. Waiting for her to relax, he withdrew, then entered again and again, never slowing the pace, her legs braced against his shoulders, her breasts rubbing against the sweating skin of his chest, abrading, making them more sensitive. Losing himself in the act as he hadn’t done in years, hearing their voices mingling in tandem as they both uttered sounds that pulled the other along, hungry for release from the sweet torture they were inflicting on the other.

Amber was biting down on her lip, unable to form thought, working only on instinct and her need, her head thrashing back and forth as he lifted her again towards ecstasy and fulfillment as only he’d been able to do since that first time they were together. Her nails were scoring his back, holding on, urging him on, feeling the tidal wave coming again and hoping that she could wait until he came and could join him in his orgasm. She bit back a scream when he rammed into her and held himself hard against her womb, straining as he emptied himself, feeling heat pouring into her when she knew he always protected them both. Something though felt so right about it, having that flood of warmth within her knowing that it was his. Her legs were released and she laid back boneless against the pillow, his weight a happy burden sprawled on top of her.

It was long minutes before he could force himself to move, he’d done his best not to place his full weight on her, yet she hadn’t complained. Looking down at her, the contentedness that he felt was reflected in her expression as well. “Thank you.”

“For what?” just a hint of a frown etched her otherwise smooth brows.

“Just thank you.” When his stomach broke the moment, he added, “think you’d be interested in showering and going out to dinner with me?” He began to roll away when he discovered the remnants of the condom, split down one side. “Shit! I didn’t mean for that to happen. I…” his words stopped when her finger touched his lips accompanied by a quiet “shh”.

“I’m not complaining, Jon.” Quietly adding, “I am on the pill. You don’t have to worry about anything. It’s okay.” Sitting up she wrapped her arms around him, hoping to assure him she wasn’t some kind of wacko that wanted to get pregnant by him and force him to support her and the child, what she felt for him was much deeper. If there ever was a child in her life it would be planned and wanted, not a momentary lapse of judgment or an accident. “Unless, of course, there’s some reason that I should be worried that I don’t know about?” It was an afterthought that she hadn’t intended on speaking out loud.

“Huh? No, nothing. You’re sure? We’re okay?” He didn’t know why it mattered, but it did. Seeing she was confident, he kissed her lightly and then took the broken condom into the bathroom and started the shower, peeking his head out to ask if she was joining him.

Nodding, she slid off the bed and forced away the questions that had begun racing through her head again. He may be Jon Bon Jovi and this might be an affair, but she made up her mind to take it one minute at a time, after all, their next show was on Tuesday in Pittsburgh and after that, he’d be gone until a couple days before Christmas.