Chapter 124

Ciara looked at her image in the mirror. She was content with what she saw, her heart pattered crazily and she placed a palm over the pulsing organ, hoping it would slow the crazy gallop down a bit.

Tonight was the first night that she and Jon would officially go out as a couple. The divorce had come through the previous week and she had decided to throw her heart at him, scared at where it might go but excited at the wild ride she was about to take. She had told herself that she had to be careful with him. He was a freshly divorced rock star after all and she knew that he could have any women he wanted with just a slight snap of his fingers.

Ciara brushed the red satin dress to her curves for the last time, turning around she grabbed her handbag. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the bedroom, knowing that he would be there, waiting.

He was standing with his back to her, leaning against the window, he was staring out into the darkness of the night. She wasn’t sure that he was aware of her presence until he suddenly murmured , “ You smell divine.”

He turned and Ciara stopped breathing. She had never seen him dressed up like that. A white shirt, unbuttoned to show a dark tanned, manly chest. A coal black pants with matching shoes. Lord have mercy, he gave masculinity a new meaning!

His eyes were fixed on her like a hungry beast. Skimming her curves with his eyes, she felt her nipples tighten in answer to the heat in his eyes. Her dress prevented her from wearing a bra tonight and now he had to give her a scorching look like that!

“Do I look ok?” She brushed the satin again.

He stepped closer and for a silly moment Ciara felt the need to flee. He seemed too much...too dangerous, almost ...feral?

“Are you thinking of running away?” his whisper glided towards her.

She didn’t move, her body was frozen to the spot, her mouth so dry, she couldn’t shallow even if she wanted to.

She stood before him, nervous as hell. Her curves complemented the red satin flowing down her body and her hair shone like dark, mahogany silk.

Jon felt a possessive snap inside him. Her scent was getting stronger by the day and tonight was the strongest he had ever smelled it. Her body was ripe and oh so ready for his touch he could have her right here and now. He forced his primeval yearning to the back of his mind and lifted her head instead, bringing her closer to his hungry mouth.

Ciara could feel his passion rippling beneath the surface, marvelling at the way his hand trembled as he cupped her nape, tangling his fingers in her heavy tresses.

“Are you ready? The gang is waiting.”

As answer she slipped her arm into his, her smile shaky.

The limo was waiting outside.

Ciara slipped into the huge, leather seated vehicle.

“Where are the rest of the guys?”

“I’m not sharing you with anyone tonight. Here we can have some privacy. We’ll meet them there.”

Ciara swung her eyes towards the dark partition between them and the driver.

“He can’t see us. We are completely alone.”

Not what I wanted to hear!

The drive was short but nerve wrecking. His closeness was disturbing, his eyes promising delights she knew he could provide in abundance.

When Jon offered her some red wine she declined.

“Take it, just a little sip. It will calm your nerves, I promise.”

She took the glass from him, one sip turning into two, three.

“Where did you get this wine? I’ve never tasted something like this before. You always seem to know what I like.”

His leaned closer, licking the droplet of wine from her lips.

“My secret.”

Her lips opened slightly, begging him to taste her properly.

Ciara didn’t even notice but she was the one leaning closer, his tongue plunged into her mouth and she whimpered. His taste was more intoxicating than any wine on earth.

He pulled away.

“We’re here.”

Ciara’s eyes sparkled like diamonds in the low light.

“Let’s go in then.”

“Ready to face the world by my side?”

“I...yes. I think I am.”

She folded her hand trustingly into his the moment they set foot outside the limo.

Ciara immediately liked the place the moment they walked in. The band was already waiting for them in a secluded corner and she smiled from ear to ear as she laid her eyes on the couples sitting at the table.

“You look wonderful!” Ksenia hugged her tightly, she was a vision in a tight black dress and her cheeks rosy, a far cry from the sick girl of weeks ago.

Richie’s wolf whistle stole a giggle from he lips and she slapped him playfully as he moved closer to hug her to his chest.

“Wooohheee my brother did we hit the jackpot with these ladies tonight or what?!”

Jon’s feathery touch steered her closer to the Tico and David. The men introduced her to their companions and she smiled as the women eyed Jon appreciatively.

Jon showed her to their seats and she settled in, feeling a sizzle as his fingers massaged the nape of her neck, squeezing lightly.

Wine was served instantly and she accepted, sipping slowly her gaze brushed over their party. Everyone seemed so relaxed tonight. The men was laughing and joking, the women keeping conversation with each other.

Ciara sneaked a looked towards Jon and felt a rush of warmth as she found his eyes lingering on her, drifting lower towards the mount of her breasts, he licked his lips slowly. His hand rested on her back rest, his fingers twirling lazy circles in her neck.

“Would you please excuse us? The lady wants to dance.” Richie smiled knowingly, sharing that look with Ksenia.

“I think I’ll treat my lady too.”

Ciara walked into his waiting arms.

His arms hugged her closer, one hand laced with her, the other pressing into he lower back, inching her as close as humanly possible.

“I could dance with you all night long, holding you like this.”

His whisper drifted into her ear, she didn’t answer, only pressing her nose into his neck. She heard him suck in his breath while his hand brushed the gentle swell of her buttocks.

Ciara was so mesmerised with his closeness, she didn’t realise his change in behaviour until he stiffened noticeably in her arms.

“Let’s go back.” Jon suddenly seemed tense, his eyes had taken on an icy stare, while his hand propelled her towards the table.