Chapter 105

Ciara entered the dressing room a few days later after she heard a curt response to her knocking. Jon was standing in front of the mirror, a towel hugging his hips.

“You are late.” Irritation speared towards her.

Ciara swallowed as he turned accusing eyes her way. He turned around and she just managed to stop herself from retreating as he walked towards her.  She wouldn’t be able to handle any physical contact from him right now.

“I apologise but Jesse is acting up a bit and ...”

“Are you telling me my son is misbehaving?” his eyes were icy as it rested on her.

“No! That’s not what I mean. He is unhappy about returning home. He wanted to stay a bit longer.”

“Well he can’t.” He held his hand out and she handed him his pants.

“Yes I know.” Her voice wavered for a moment and his hand stilled on his towel.

The anger he felt simmering just beneath the surface was snuffed like a candle in the wind. His first smile in days wavered on his handsome lips, she seemed as vulnerable as a newborn fawn and he felt like an ass for snapping at her.

“Is that tears I see?” He stepped closer. Ciara bit down on her lip, ordering her heart to be still.

“No.” She bowed her head, her eyes fell on naked feet and she closed her eyes. Naked she could handle, a naked Jon, a totally different story.

“Liar.” His lips brushed her ear. His freshly showered scent tickled her nose, his warmth radiating from him. She could so easily lean into him, she could....

“I’m going to miss him you know. He is such a sweet boy.” Her wobbly voice somersault his stomach and he reached for her, tipping her face upwards with an index finger.

Tears turned her brilliant emerald eyes to shimmering jade pools and he just stared, sure that he had never seen such expressive eyes in his life before.

“There would be other times.”

“Of course. I think you need to get dressed. You are going to be late.”

“Scared I’ll be late or scared of naked men in general?”

Snapping her chin up, she challenged him.

“I’m not a stupid little girl, Jon. I’ve had my fair share of naked men in my life.”

“If you say so.” She saw the twinkle in his eyes too late.

His hand snapped at the towel. The towel tumbled to the floor to Ciara’s greatest consternation.

Reaching for Jon’s shirt she tried her damndest not to ogle his perfection so perfectly at display.

His taunting laugh raised her hackles and she glared at him, holding his shirt out for him.

Instead of taking it he stepped closer slipping his arm into the sleeve. Lifting his other arm to do the same he ended up rubbing up against her, his ass brushing her hips. Fire ignited between them.

As if in slow motion he turned. Ciara gasped at the passion flaring in his eyes, not sure what to do she reached for his shirt, her fingers fumbling with his buttons.

Her eyes focused on the work at hand although she could feel his burning eyes focused on her, searing her insides.

“I don’t bite you know.” Ciara jumped as the words rolled off his tongue. Jon’s face and sharp fangs flitted across her mind, she almost whimpered.

Her eyes darted towards the pearly whites. She licked her tongue nervously.

“I believe you.”

“Liar.” It was a whisper.

Not sure she could stand the sexual tension between them any longer, she moved away.

“I’m sure you can button up the last one? I’m going to get Jesse, I promised him we will watch the show tonight.”

“Scaredy cat.”  His relentless taunting turned her insides into a puddle.

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Jon’s energetic body and strong voice kept the masses mesmerized. Ciara could only stare at the show unfolding before her. She had the strangest feeling of déjà vu and she shuddered as her stomach flipped for the umpteenth time.

“Daddy is going to be soooo tired tonight!” Jesse bobbed and clapped his hands as “It’s my life” filled the air, accompanied with thousands of screaming fans.

Ciara nodded at the little boy. She couldn’t drag her eyes from Jon even if she tried. His energy was astounding, his sex appeal created havoc on her and probably the rest of the women race as well.

Ciara felt someone watching her and she tore her gaze from Jon only to meet Richie’s dark smiling eyes.

He was just as she saw him in her visions. Sweaty, smiling and cradling the guitar like a precious possession, his long fingers strumming expertly, but somehow this time she didn’t feel apprehension as she watched him. 

She was made for this moment and it felt so right, so real somehow. She was meant to be here tonight...

Answering his smile with one of her own she turned her attention to the lead singer once again.

The show was drawing to a close and so was Jesse’s energy. The little boy was trying his best to keep his little head from nodding and she smiled as she picked him up, feeling her heart swell with motherly love as the boy snuggled his head into the crook of her neck.

“You want commitment, take a look into these eyes. They burn with fire, just for you now. Until the end of time. I would do anything, I’d beg , I’ steal I’d die to have you in these arms tonight...”

Jon’s voice pulled at her core and her body swayed to the love song, her eyes feasting on the sweaty man making love to his mic.

As if he knew how he affected her, he suddenly met her gaze, holding it, making her feel like she was the only woman on the face of the world.

The woman with his child in his arms was driving him to the point of distraction. She was spun in his web of seduction, her thoughts turning his body into a tight ball of need and fierce want.

Ciara gasped as Jon fell onto his knees. One hand cradling the mic, the other, spanning his chest...then it suddenly shot out, reaching towards the crowd.

“I’d hold you, I’d need you. I’d get down on my knees for you. And make everything alright...”

Her heart leaped in her chest and she felt weak at the knees.  His dramatic display could turn any woman into a mess. She shook herself out of her captivated state.

Jesse’s weight bore down on her and she turned and walked away with his voice booming in her ears, promising her his undying love until the end of time...