Chapter 43

Hearing the insistent, shrill sound of an alarm going off in her head, Amber mumbled obscenities at it and covered her head with a pillow, reaching towards the sound to make it stop. She stopped, suddenly wide awake when she felt the unmistakable wall of flesh next to her and remembered with a smile who it belonged to. Jon. Letting her fingers scratch up his solid chest, combing through the crisp, springy hair there, her body began responding immediately to the gutter thoughts going through her brain until she couldn’t stand the buzz that was irritating from the bedside table. Huffing at the annoyance, she dropped her hand and half-crawled over him to get to the alarm.

“Well, good morning to you.” his gravely, barely awake voice growled into her ear while he captured her body spread across him.

Having silenced the alarm, she wriggled around so she was laying on top of him from shoulder to thigh. “Umm, good morning.” Kissing him softly before leaning back a bit to see his face. “Could you have found a more annoying alarm?”

“It woke you, didn’t it?”

Wrinkling her nose in irritation, she stifled a yawn, “I would have rather had you wake me.”

Yawning, his eyes squinted shut and brows furrowed as he attempted to scratch at his privates that she was halfway laying on and pushed his hair out of his face at the same time, “I’m on my tour time schedule right now, going to bed at 3 and getting up at noon is more my speed.” Looking over at the clock, he groaned. “It’s not even six yet. Why did you set it so early?”

Grinning, she inched forward on his chest to kiss him again, “so I had time to do this,” she purred, bringing her soft, hungry mouth down on his, kissing him lightly, withdrawing and then returning for a more insistent, desirous kiss. Wrapping one arm around her back and the other between her thighs, he held her exactly where she was as their mouths fused and delved into the other’s, deepening as their passions flew. One hand raising up to tangle in her long, blond tresses that swept down around them tickling his face, wreathing him in her scent.

Leaving the other lingering between her satiny, hot thighs, stroking slowly as her heat rose, not increasing the pressure or the stroke, leisurely touching her with a level of familiarity that was both erotic and frightening to a man that hadn’t forged any new bonds since his parting with his wife. Somehow though, it felt so right with this woman.

Memorizing every stroke on her flesh, every brain melting kiss, each touch and breath that caressed her skin, Amber didn’t want their time to end, had no desire to return to work while he left for more of his tour. As wondrous as this morning was and the way he was so gently and slowly enticing her, she knew it was the end of their weekend together and it would be a while before she saw him again, if ever. Sighing into his mouth, she languidly stretched and smiled softly. “You plan on making love to me today or are you just going to tease me and make me wait until your tour is done?”

Chuckling, the low, deep sound reverberated against her chest, “I don’t want to rush since it’s going to have to last a while.”

Propping herself on her elbows, looking down at the man she’d fallen deeply in love with long after she’d fallen for the rock star, she smiled impishly, “it’s going to have to last, but we have all of thirty minutes before I have to shower, dress and head out the door.”

“Well then….”

With a lightning-fast move, Jon rolled them so Amber lay pinned beneath his weight, her legs spreading instinctively as she tilted her hips in invitation.

“Thing is…..” Jon said conversationally, toying with a handful of the blonde tresses fanned out over his pillow “….if I only have a half hour, I can’t take it slow.”

“So don’t.” She muttered, trying to reach down between them, needing this simple affirmation of his feelings to sustain her through the lean, lonely time to come.

“But I want to make sure you don’t forget me.” He kept a serious expression with difficulty. “And if I don’t have the time to make love to you slowly….” He lowered his voice as though imparting a deep secret. “..and I had this whole decadently seductive idea goin’ on…..then all I can think to do is…” A quick dip of his head brought his lips to her ear. “….is fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling it for days.”

Amber moaned beneath him as Jon’s tongue thrust into her ear, then the moan rose to a cry when he used both hands to spread her wide, driving deep into her in one stroke.

“Yessss.” She groaned, closing her legs around his hips. “Oh, God yes. Yes, Jon…..”

“Amberrr….” He breathed, the simplicity of his voice, low and morning-husky as he growled her name making her shudder with pleasure.

Their mouths fused in a searing, searching kiss, both of them needing more, needing all they could get in this morning of parting when they’d barely found each other again. This morning that was ripping Amber’s heart clean out of her chest, the need to be with him warring with her dedication to her career. So far - unbelievably - the career was winning.

Jon’s intentions to gentleness were evaporating swiftly, every thrust of his hips stripping another layer from his control, his need - their need - the only thing ruling him right now. Amber was just as lost in the passion they both felt, clawing at his back, demanding - and receiving - more with every kiss, finally forced to break from his mouth because she couldn’t draw enough air into her panting lungs.

Fighting to rein himself in, Jon reached low to grab her ass, a punishing grip with both hands spread wide on her flesh, holding her to him as he rolled them until he lay on his back, Amber straddling him. Her hair fell around them, blanketing their faces, and the motion of their bodies never even faltered, Amber’s hips rising and falling on Jon, his hands assisting the movement as she kissed him deeply again, whimpering into his mouth as the tips of her nipples brushed down over the fur on his chest.

She reared back then, driving him deeper as she looked down at him, and Jon gazed up, watching this beautiful blonde spitfire as she rode him hard.

“Oh, Jesus, Amber……” He groaned it, his hands tugging her down harder as his hips thrust up, desperate to get just that fraction deeper inside her, then giving up, already balls-deep into her with nowhere else to go.

He reached up to her, a double handful of hair pulling her lips to his, and with his hands clamped around her face Jon rolled them again, needing more. Needing to feel her softness under him, all around him, his hands sliding free of her hair as he clutched roughly at her breasts.

“Oh, God…” Amber whimpered, grabbing onto his hair as he lowered his mouth to her throat, nibbling and sucking. “Oh God……oh God…….” She repeated in a helpless litany, her hips rising to meet every thrust as she took it all.

With one hand still on her breast, Jon groaned again, biting on her shoulder as he felt her tensing under him, and his free hand braced him on the bed as he let go that final shred of control, hammering her into the mattress with every brutally hard stroke. Amber fought enough breath into her body to scream his name, feeling him reach his own orgasm inside her, hips pumping furiously until he was spent, collapsing onto her for a second before easing himself free.

Rolling away, leaving her panting and barely conscious, Jon stared up at the ceiling, gasping for breath. “Sure you don’t want to come with me. I don’t know if that will last until the break.”

Barely able to draw a coherent thought, much less answer his question, she rolled on her side and let her fingers trail down his sweaty chest, playing in the whorls of soft, springy hair. Once her brain returned to functioning, she softly spoke, “would you respect me and my principles if I quit my job to follow you or would you find me more interesting and appealing if you knew that I was doing what I loved as much as you love your day job?” As much as she tried not to interject sound bites from his interviews in comments she made, she couldn’t help it. That was part of who she was, she was a Bon Jovi fan that had the incredible luck of having their lead singer become infatuated with her. At this point, it was all she could hope for that he was infatuated.

Gazing at the petite fireball that was Amber and knowing what Evan said about her talent, he couldn’t justify holding her back from her dream. He’d been allowed to follow his and look where it took him, taking hers away wasn’t judicious. There were only fifteen days till their Christmas break in the tour and he’d see her then, unless she was willing to make it to any of the shows in Jersey before the break. “No, you stay and work. I’ll be home in fifteen days for the holidays. Tell me that I can spend them with you and I’ll survive.”

Grinning, a knot formed in her throat, almost causing her to cry, “of course. I can’t think of a better way to spend Christmas. You’re not done until the 22nd, right? Three nights in Jersey and you’re done. What about the kids? You’ll want to spend time with them.”

“I’ll see them, too. Dot and I have talked about it. She’ll have them Christmas Day, I’ll have them Christmas Eve and for New Year’s. I can spent all of Christmas Day with you after I take them back to her. Does that work for you?”

Nodding, unable to look in his eyes, saddened by the idea of his family being split and the children bearing the worst of it not having their parents together. “My company is giving us the 26th off since Christmas is on a Sunday.”

Feeling the melancholy of the moment building, Jon bent forward and kissed her soundly on the lips. “I’ll send a car to get you early Christmas morning so I can have you all day.” He almost said ‘so she’d be there right after the kids were gone’ but was smart enough to stop himself there. “Would you like company in the shower?” Letting her go was going to be difficult today, waiting to see her would be a challenge and leaving her after Christmas he suspected would be impossible.

“Sure. I’m going to count the days until Christmas then.” She wouldn’t ask, nor even hint how badly she wanted to go with him, or how deeply she’d already fallen for him. His words at the show, ‘Amber, the color of my love’ haunted her every dream. Forcing herself up, she woodenly walked towards the bathroom. He might be joining her, but mentally she was already separating from him and getting her focus on her work. She had to or she wouldn’t be able to leave. Just as she turned on the water and was about to climb in she heard his cell phone ring. Sighing, he turned back to go answer it and she ducked under the water, hoping it would wash away the tears that were beginning to fall.

She was finished before he was done with his call, dried herself and her hair and dressed in the clothes she wore to the club the night before since her other clothes were still in Philly. Exiting the bathroom she saw Jon sitting in front of a laptop, talking, typing and deeply engrossed in his conversation although he was stark naked while doing so. As much as the sight of him undressed usually turned her on, seeing him in business mode just made her love him more, especially at the obscenely early hour that it was in his life.

Walking over, she kissed him lightly and told him she had to go. He squeezed her hand and told whoever he was on with to hold a moment. Kissing her goodbye, he mouthed ‘see you in 15 days’ and allowed her to leave. She hurried out before she couldn’t go and went down to the street to hail a cab to take her to her office, composing herself as she went. Having any of them suspect what she’d spent her weekend doing wasn’t what she wanted, none of her co-workers even knew she was a Bon Jovi fan. Keeping her private life and her business life separate was important to her, especially after the debacle with Rafael and Evan. She promised herself, never again.