Chapter 29

Jon woke with a warm breeze blowing over him and the sound of laughter greeting his ears. He reached across the bed only to find an empty spot where Frannie should be. He sat up, running a hand through his hair and then across his face. He heard Frannie’s voice and listened as she babbled to Sophie. He got up and crossed to the sliding door that led to the deck and pool. His heart did a slow roll in his chest as he watched mother and daughter enjoying the morning sunshine.

Frannie looked happy and carefree in her shorts and strappy tank top with her hair pulled high in a ponytail. He couldn’t help the smile. He slipped away from the door, grabbed his camera and snapped several pictures. He wanted to capture the moment for her, for him.

Setting the camera aside, he headed for the bathroom. When he stepped outside Frannie looked up, “well good morning sleepyhead.” He laughed, “I’m on vacation; I’m allowed to sleep in.” She stood with Sophie squirming in her arms, “I didn’t think you were the type to sleep half a day away though.” He took the baby from her, “normally you’d be right, but you wore me out last night.” He kissed Sophie’s head as Frannie walked over to the table they had occupied the night before.

The dinner mess had been cleared away and the table now boasted a platter of fresh fruit, a plate of bagels and muffins, a pot of coffee and juice. “This looks great. How long have you been up anyway?” He poured a cup of coffee, took a sip and grimaced, “its cold.” Frannie poured herself a cup, took them both and stood, “I’ve been up for a while. I heard Sophie so I decided to bring her out here and enjoy the morning. I’ll just go warm these in the microwave.” He watched as she walked away, whispering to the baby “you’re lucky to have her for a mom.”

They spent the rest of the morning entertaining Sophie and Frannie was able to do a little sketching. Geena took over and Jon and Frannie went exploring a little. They walked to the resort hotel and poked around some of the shops. Frannie found a necklace that she thought would be just right for Jon. It was a small sand dollar on a dark brown leather cord. She looked around and found him on the other side of the shop looking at something so she quickly paid and tucked the small bag in her purse. As Frannie crossed to the other side of the store she noted that Jon had a bag in his hand. She wondered how he had bought something without her seeing it. “Whatchya got there?” She pointed to the bag. He smiled at her, “I’ll never tell.” She rolled her eyes and smiled, “tease.” Jon laughed and took her hand, “come on, let’s get some lunch.”

Jon and Frannie took a table the outdoor patio at the café of the resort. There weren’t many patrons and Jon looked relieved. He had his sunglasses but had forgotten his hat when they left the villa and he never knew where he might get bombarded by fans and/or the paparazzi.

“Are you all right?” Frannie noticed Jon looking around and then his slump of relief back in his chair. “I’m fine. Just making sure we weren’t going to be bothered.” Frannie nodded “gotchya.” She looked at him again, noticing the sunglasses but no hat, “where’s your hat?” He frowned, “I forgot it. You just now noticed?” She shrugged, “sorry, I actually forgot you might need one.” He smiled broadly at her, “that might just be the nicest thing you have ever said to me baby.” Frannie laughed, “you’re easy.” Jon started to say something but the waiter came with their meals and it was forgotten.

After lunch, as they walked back to the villa, Jon took Frannie’s hand, “what do you say we try windsurfing tomorrow or maybe sailing on a catamaran?” They stopped and Frannie turned to him, “either sounds fun, but you know what I want to do now?” He looked down into her face, catching the teasing glint in her eye, “what?” he asked eyeing her warily. “This” she said as she pressed herself flush against him. She rubbed herself against him, kissing him soundly before pulling away from him. “Ready to go back?” She asked in all seriousness. Jon looked at her in disbelief. “You do that and now you want to just keep on walking?” She shrugged and tried to hide her smile, “all I did was kiss you, something wrong with that?” He pulled her to him, “nothing wrong with kissing, I like kissing. Let’s see how you like it.”

He turned her so her back was against the palm tree that was behind them taking both her hands and holding them over her head with one of his. He leaned in and nipped up her neck to her mouth, teasing her lips apart with his tongue before diving in and tasting her fully. He pressed his body against hers, grinding his hips into her, letting her feel his need for her. He trailed his free hand up her side and caressed the curve of her breast as he pulled his mouth from hers, “I want you baby.”

Frannie’s eyes widened, “here?” She looked around, “now?” Jon nodded his head as his fingers brushed across the hardened tip of her breast, “here and now baby.” He trailed his hand down between them, stroking the center seam of her shorts, feeling the heat she was emanating. “You want it too, don’t you baby?” Frannie groaned as she felt his fingers skim the soft skin at her stomach, teasing the button on her shorts and his mouth was nibbling at her neck.

Jon released the button on her shorts, sliding his hand inside, finding her without underwear, wet and ready for him. She lifted her leg to wrap around his waist and, as he slid two fingers into her, Frannie felt his mouth at her ear, “no panties, you’re such a bad girl baby.” She turned her head, her mouth a breath from his, “you love it.” He chuckled and rubbed his thumb across her clit; she groaned and struggled to get her arms free.

He let her arms go and continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. Her hands went to the button on his shorts. He groaned when he felt her hand wrap around and stroke him from tip to base. He pulled her hand from him and, pulling his fingers from her, was home in one urgent thrust. “God baby” he groaned nearly losing it with just that one thrust. He braced one hand on the tree and wrapped the other around Frannie’s waist, holding her as he moved, driving into her, driving them both to the edge and over.

Panting, Jon rested his forehead against hers and opened his eyes to find her smiling at him. “What?” Frannie ran her hands lightly up and down his now sweat-soaked back, “I like your version of kissing better than mine.” He laughed, kissed the end of her nose and gently slipped from her, “come on, let’s get back and see what other trouble we can get into.”