Chapter 31

Jon was sitting on the floor with Sophie, they had given Geena a break to enjoy the beach for a bit when Frannie picked up her sketch book. She smirked as she swiped her pencil across the paper; Jon was trying to convince Sophie that it would be the best trick in the world if she rolled over. She had a handle on going from her tummy to her back, but going in reverse wasn’t going well.

Frannie just shook her head at his antics. He was dangling a rattle over her face so she could see it and then he would move it to the left, trying to get her to follow it. She would roll and stay on her side, not fully ending up on her stomach. Frannie was furiously sketching try to capture the scene all the while trying not to laugh. To see this man on the floor with Sophie tugged at her heart. He may be a famous rock star, but right now, to her, he was just John, a man who seemed to be enjoying himself entertaining her baby girl.

Jon glanced over and saw the smile on Frannie’s face as she was drawing. “I almost hate to ask what you are doing over there.” She looked up, laughing at the look of horror on his face, “what’s the matter?” He crawled over to her, “please tell me you’re not drawing me.” She laughed again, “Why? what’s wrong with me drawing you?” He got to his knees in front of her, peering down onto her paper. “Jesus Frannie, you can’t show that to anybody.” She hugged the book to her chest and laughed, “I’m going to put it in my next show.” He shook his head and looked her straight in the eye, “you wouldn’t dare.” She tried to move but he had his hands on the arms of the chair, caging her. She held his stare, “try me.”

He tried a different tactic, running his hand up and down her arm, “come on baby, you wouldn’t do that to me would you?” Frannie looked over his shoulder at Sophie who was still contentedly lying on the floor with her toys, “it’s a sweet picture Jon, why shouldn’t I? Besides, it’s not like anyone can tell it’s you.” He looked at the picture again and sure enough, she had drawn it so you could tell that he was looking down at the baby, but all anyone else could see was the side of his face, back of his head, his back and the top of his shorts. She had started to draw the tattoo on his arm but then thought better of it and shaded it out.

Jon looked back at her, “I guess it’s not as bad as I first thought. I’m sorry I got upset. I do have a reputation to uphold though you know.” Frannie laughed and nudged him away from her so she could stand up, “and we wouldn’t want that reputation tarnished by a pretty little baby now would we?” He laughed and smacked her on the butt as she bent to pick Sophie up off the floor. “Hey!” She turned to him, “maybe you should go get ready for dinner while I feed her.”

Jon had just stepped out of the shower and was wrapping a towel around his waist when Frannie came into the bathroom. “Sophie all settled?” She nodded her head, “yeah, Geena’s with her now.” She turned the water on and hung her robe on the back of the door, “which restaurant are we trying tonight?” Jon watched her step into the shower as he rubbed his head with a towel, “Terrace. They have terrific seafood.” He watched her as she tipped her head back to wet her hair. The graceful line of her neck was so very inviting he dropped his towel and stepped back into the shower with her, trailing his mouth up her neck, nipping at her chin and finally capturing her mouth.

She wrapped her arms around him before easing her mouth from his, “what are you doing, you were all dried off.” Jon just shrugged his shoulders “I can dry off again.” He took her arms from around his neck, kissing each as he settled them at her sides. He dropped to his knees in front of her, leaving a trail of kisses down the front of her as he did. Frannie could feel his warm breath ghost across her stomach, Jon?” He heard the question in her voice, “I told you I would make it up to you for earlier.” She nodded, “but I thought that would be later, after dinner.” He let his tongue snake out to trace the crease of her thigh, “think of this as an appetizer, the main course will come later.” Frannie closed her eyes and murmured, “I’m sure it will.” He looked up, “what was that?” She shook her head, “nothing.” He picked up one leg and laid it over his shoulder, kissing up the inside of her thigh. Frannie reached for the wall of the shower to steady herself for the onslaught she knew was coming.

Jon looked up at her, she had her head tipped back, her arm was braced on the wall, her skin was flush with arousal (at least he hoped it was that and not sunburn) and her nipples were standing proud and erect. He had never seen anything more beautiful. He slid his gaze down her body and slow stroked through her curls with his tongue, finding her clit easily. Frannie moaned as his tongue moved in slow circles at first, keeping the pressure light. When he sucked it into his mouth Frannie nearly lost her balance, “Jon!” He steadied her and slipped his tongue lower, sliding it into her, tasting her sweetness.

“Oh God” she moaned as he slid his tongue back to tease her clit and two fingers pushed into her. Her hips bucked and he continued his assault, increasing the pressure on her clit and his fingers pumped into her. She tossed her head back, banging it on the wall of the shower, crying out his name as she came. He slid his fingers from her, tasting her one final time before he lowered her leg and stood, cradling her against him as the last of the tremors ran through her.

They finished their shower and Jon went to get dressed while Frannie dried her hair. Standing in her robe, she had just started to pin it up and Jon stepped back into the bathroom, “leave it down?” She looked over at him, he was wearing khaki pants and a white button down shirt, untucked and the top few buttons were undone. She took the few pins out and let her hair tumble back down around her shoulders, “you look so good.” He glanced in the mirror and then back at her, “if you say so.” She studied him for a minute, “I have something for you, hang on.” She left and came back with a small box. “Here. I bought this for you in that little shop at the hotel today.”

Jon took the lid off the box, looked down and smiled, “this is great baby, thank you.” He slipped it around his neck and the sand dollar nestled right at the base of his throat. Frannie pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I’m glad you like it.” He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her lips, “I love it. Now go get dressed so we can go eat.” She left him, dropping her robe on the bed and heading to the closet to find her dress and Jon caught just a glimpse of red lace as he left the room.

The restaurant was busier tonight than Jon had expected but they were still able to have a semi-secluded table on the open patio for dinner. The food was exceptional. Frannie’s lobster was tender and melted in her mouth. It sat atop a bed of linguine in a light cream sauce that had just the right amount of spice. Jon had a medley of seafood on his plate and they fed each other bites of their meals and chatted quietly of everything and nothing. As they sat and sipped their coffee Jon reached over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Frannie’s ear, “did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”

She was wearing a red and black slip dress and, at his earlier request, had left her hair down; the dark waves were lifted slightly by the breeze. “No, but thank you.” She caught his gaze, his eyes never failed to amaze her, the blue of them nearly indescribable. They seemed to be a multitude of shades, light easing into dark and back again. She reached out to stroke his cheek and he captured her hand, drawing it to his lips for a kiss. He stroked the tip of his tongue lightly along the back of her hand, watching her reaction, hearing the slight gasp. “You ready to go back?” Frannie simply nodded her head.

Instead of following the path back to the villa, Jon opted to lead Frannie to the beach. They removed their shoes and enjoyed the still warm sand under their feet as they walked slowly, hand in hand. Jon tugged Frannie to a stop and she turned to look at him, “Jon?” He dropped his shoes in the sand, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her lightly. She dropped her shoes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, opening her mouth to his, letting his tongue dance over hers.

Easing his mouth from hers, he leaned back so he could see her face. He reached up and pushed her hair back, stroking her cheek with his fingers, “baby?” She raised her eyes to his, finding an uncertainty she hadn’t seen there before. “What’s the matter?” He continued to look at her. She had gotten to him, her and that precious little baby girl of hers, he was happier now with her than he had been in much too long. “Nothing’s the matter.” He kissed her again, a soft, sweet kiss before he found her eyes again. “I love you baby.”