Thursday, October 26

Chapter Seven

Almost in a daze, Jordan dropped some ice into a glass and followed it with some of the bottled water. She decided maybe his advice about the hot bath might be good, and walked in to the bathroom to turn the on the water. She was trembling as she brought the glass to her mouth and sat on the tub to steady herself.

What the hell just happened? Are you nuts? She watched the steam rise and took another gulp of her water.

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Across the hall, Jon stood looking out his own window. He took a deep breath and blew it out his mouth. Probably for the best, he thought. No need to go asking for trouble just because you have a hard on. He shook his head, smiling to himself. If only it were just a hard on. He had wanted her more than he’d wanted anyone in a long time—if only because he let himself get drawn into it.

“Fuck,” he said out loud. He pulled a beer out of the minibar, opened it, and tossed the cap on the dresser, watching as it skittered across the polished wood. He took a long swig and ran his hand through his hair. He sure as shit wasn’t going to sleep now, he knew that much. He wished he had his guitar with him but no such luck. “Fuck,” he said again. He walked into the bathroom, opened the glass door to the shower and turned it on. He stripped off his clothes and stepped in, taking his beer with him.

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Jordan sank into the tub and leaned back, trying to quell the ache inside her. She closed her eyes and willed herself to think of something else, but flashes of the evening dominated her thoughts.

The smile across the bar …
… the touch of his hand on her elbow
… the blue eyes that felt as if they were penetrating her very soul
… the way his shirt molded his every muscle and made her fingers ache
… the heat that rushed through her when he smiled
… the feel of his lips on her throat and his breath on her skin…

She’d almost forgotten what it felt like: true, unbridled desire for someone else. She had decided that it was something very rare and had come to accept that she might live the rest of her life without experiencing it again. Until tonight.

She decided that the heat of the bath was not doing anything to relax her—indeed it was probably making things worse. She reached to release the drain and stepped out of the tub, pulling the fluffy towel from the bar and wrapping herself in it. She dried off and smoothed some lotion on, wondering how on earth she was going to get to sleep.

She heard another Jersey boy on the radio as she pulled a white silk nightshirt over her head. She unwrapped one of the chocolate squares left on her pillow as she listened, unbelievably, to the words.

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire

I'm on fire
Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do

I can take you higher
I'm on fire
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull
and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet

and a freight train running through the middle of my head
only you can cool my desire...

She couldn’t ignore the wetness growing between her legs. She considered letting her fingers seek the release but she knew that wasn’t what she wanted. Not tonight. She grabbed a pair of jeans from her suitcase.

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He was sitting on the bed, surfing through the channels on the television when he heard the quiet knock on his door. He turned the TV off, setting the remote on the bed stand as he stood.

She was about to lose her nerve when he opened the door. The sight of him, wearing jeans with no shirt and barefoot, made her heart pound more than it already was.

“Hi,” she said simply.

His eyes took it all in. Her standing in front of him, still flush from her bath. Her hair was gathered loosely on top of her head and the nightshirt tucked haphazardly into her jeans. The thin silk clung to the dampness of her body and he could see the swell of her breasts, her nipples hard and begging for his touch.
Jesus woman, are you trying to kill me?

“Can I come in for a minute?” she asked. He found his voice stuck in his throat, so he just nodded and stepped aside, motioning her in.

They stood there in silence for a moment. Finally she gathered the courage to speak. “You know what I said about not wanting to wake up tomorrow regretting something we did?”

He nodded again slowly, his eyes never wavering from hers.

She looked down at the floor and swallowed. “Well, there’s just one thing that I can’t help thinking.”

He watched as she slowly raised her eyes to meet his, and when she did any shred of doubt was gone from them.

“I’m actually more afraid of waking up tomorrow regretting something I didn’t do.” She fought the urge to let her eyes travel down his body again, deciding it was better to hold his gaze and see what happened next.

His eyes were serious and his mouth showed only a hint of a smile. “Are you sure?” He moved closer then, closing the gap between them. “Because this time I’m not taking no for an answer.”

She nodded. “Absolutely,” she muttered, her voice thick with desire.

“All right then,” he said quietly, hooking his fingers in the waistline of her jeans and pulling her to him. “Come here.”

Then his mouth was on hers, hungry and demanding. She opened her lips to accept his tongue, and they tasted each other, the mix of chocolate and beer adding to the intoxication they were already both feeling. She brought one hand to his chest, the other finding its way into the thickness of his hair. He tugged at her nightshirt, pulling it loose and running a hand inside, up across her back. He reached up to release the comb that held her hair, letting it cascade down around her face. He grabbed a fistful and gently pulled her head back, his tongue making a trail down her throat. He brought his mouth back up to hers, pushing her against the wall. He pressed against her, pulling her arms above her head, his eyes steady on hers. Holding her wrists with one hand, he brought the other hand down to her mouth, running his fingers lightly across her lips and then down slowly to the valley between her breasts. He kissed her again, slowly and deliberately, then moved to breathe seductively in her ear.

“Say it,” he whispered, his hand brushing lightly across the outside of the silk and over the hardness of her nipples.

She gasped, swallowing hard. “What?”

“Tell me you want me.” He smiled wickedly, and she could hear it in his voice. “No… tell me you need me.”

She felt as if she could spontaneously combust at any moment. She wanted to toy with him but had no will. “Please.”

He chuckled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that.”

“Dammit, Jon. Yes. Please. Now.” She squirmed beneath him, dying to wrap her arms around him, but he wouldn’t release her.

“Well I guess that will do. For now.” His hand snuck under the nightshirt, cupping her breast. His mouth found hers again and she was relieved when he slid a leg between hers, helping to steady her, as she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand on her own.

His hand slid down her side, so slowly it was almost painful. His fingers found the button on her jeans, and then lowered the zipper. She was shaking visibly now, and as badly as he wanted her, he was savoring every moment of the seduction. He wanted her desperate for him.

She moved her hips to help him lower her jeans, as the hem of the nightshirt fell below her waist. “Promise me you won’t move if I let go of your arms,” he said huskily. “Promise.” She nodded breathlessly, not knowing if she could keep from touching him if her hands were free to do so.

He released her arms and bent to pull her jeans all the way off. Quivering, she stepped out of them. He stood back up slowly, his fingers tracing the outside of her thighs until his hands were at her waist. “Good girl,” he purred. “No panties. I like that.”

He brought his mouth back to hers, and as soon as her arms came to encircle his shoulders he pulled back. “Ah ah ah,” he scolded, and then smiled. “What the hell.” She pulled him back to her, drinking him in.

His hand found its way to the warmth between her legs. “God, Jordan,” he whispered, discovering her wetness. He felt her trembling as she wrapped one leg around his waist. “You’re beautiful; you know that, right?” As he said it, he slipped a finger inside her and felt the muscles contract. His cock jumped, and he breathed heavily in her ear. “Easy, baby. We have all night.” He kissed her again, his tongue forcing its way between her lips as he slowly withdrew his finger and then slid it back inside.

She came with a shudder, crying out in surprise. It was sudden and intense, and she threw her head back, eyes closed and lips parted. He watched her, pressing his hand against her as the convulsions subsided. Finally she melted against him, gasping as he pulled his hand away. He looked in her eyes, noting the slight tears forming. “Shhhh. It’s okay,” he said, kissing her cheek.

“Wow,” she managed, shakily.

“No shit,” he said, smoothing her hair back. “I told you, we have all night.” She nodded wordlessly, resting her head against his chest. Then she felt him chuckle.

“Saxophone my ass.”

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Sheila(Berry) said...

Dear Jill,
I just read chapter 7 of your story a friend of mine IMMed the link for it and,msaid it's quite good.I'll read the other chapters later.I loved this chapter I'm a huge Jon Bon fan would you consider joining my group?here's the addy and,share your story with us!!
Thank you,

JillianneK said...

Silly girl. That's like diving in the deep end first! You missed the seduction. And the joke at the end of the chapter. ;-) Glad you enjoyed it.

Trish said...

Wow...that's all I have to say...well that and please don't leave us waiting too long for Chapter eight...LOL!

Seriously...well written story...I thought it might be going to move a little too slowly at the start...but once it hit its was fabulous...loved the back and forth banter between your characters...I particularly loved how you got the charcters together...that is always the most challenging part of the fanfic have one of the most credible scenarios I've ever seen.

The seduction is erotic without being slutty...wonderful writing there.

Are you a professional writer?

Thank you for sharing your work.


Karen said...

WOW! A really awesome story you have going. I think it's the best I have read so far.Thank you for sharing it with us,Karen

Anipc said...

Not slow at all, I love the build up....Loved this chapter.

edgebag said...

OH MY GOD!! This is amazing.

Maria said...

My god, finished with chapter 7. And I think I forgot how to breath. *hihihi*
Good on you, girl! As a huge BJ fan I´ve only got one thing to say to you: Thank you!! ;)

Tara Leigh said...

Well then...MERCY...Nothing like a little control with your action. There's something so insanely hot about giving up control to your partner if the trust is there. Very hot and thought provoking as well.

Heidi said...

omghot :D

Daydreamer- said...
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Daydreamer- said...

HOLY HOTNESS!!! My husband's getting lucky tonight!! LOL

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