Chapter 2

Sara couldn’t stop a sudden - and very vivid - mental image of that ass encased snugly in black spandex, and a tiny smile played across her lips at the thought. ‘Come on, Sara’ she thought, trying to force her wayward mind back on track. ‘What’s going on with you today? Not like he’s the first hot guy you’ve photographed. Get your mind on the job for God’s sake!’

“Oh..…okay” she said, feigning reluctance, “no spandex. How about leather and denim?”

“Well, as you can see” Jon gestured at his legs “I like denim. Leather’s good too.”

“Give me a sec, and I’ll load the PC with the photos I’ve taken so far, then I can also show you the ones I thought of copying.”

She flicked the memory card out of her camera, and lifted her coffee mug as she stood. Before heading over to the PC, though, she bent to lift Jon’s jacket from the floor, laying it on the back of the couch.

“Sorry - guess I missed the chair” Jon apologised “I’m not the tidiest of people”

“Don’t worry about it - you should see my bedroom” Sara replied without thinking, then blushed furiously as Jon grinned. Thankfully, he didn’t say a word, and Sara hurried over to her PC, trying to will her face to cool down.

The photos loaded quickly, and she scrolled through them, tilting her head as she considered some of them. Jon dragged himself out of the armchair, and came to stand behind her, coffee in hand. He glanced down at the back of her neck, exposed to view as she’d drawn her long hair across one shoulder, then he realised he could see right down the front of her top from this angle.

“So, what do you think?” Sara asked, still concentrating on the screen.

“Huh?” ‘Shit!’ thought Jon ‘Busted - caught looking down her top like a teenager’.

Before he could apologise, though, Sara continued “The photos - what do you think?”

“Oh…..um….run through them again.” This time, Jon looked at the screen, surprised to see the shots of him removing his jacket, and the ones by the window.

“You are sneaky, aren’t you? I didn’t even know you’d taken those.”

“Well, that is the point of candid shots - the subject shouldn’t know they’re being photographed. I like this one.” She clicked on a shot of Jon standing by the window, where the sunlight had illuminated his face, casting a perfect reflection onto the window.

“That’s a pretty cool photo. You’re good, Sara. I think I can trust your judgement.” he complimented her.

“Thank you. I try.” Sara clicked through the remainder of the photos, marking a few to be printed for further inspection. As the printer started to churn, she reached down to a drawer, and took out a folder of photos which she’d printed before.

“These are some of the ones I thought of re-doing. I kind of like the idea of people seeing the new photos, and feeling they’re somehow familiar, but not realising why.” The printer squealed as it started to draw the paper through, and Sara winced. “Let’s take these over to the other table.”

She carried the folder to the couch, laying it on the table as she curled her legs onto the cushions and sat down. This time, Jon sat on the couch beside her, almost touching the bare toes that peeked from under her skirt. They both leaned forward to the low table, and Sara flipped the folder open.

“Awww shit!” Jon exclaimed, laughing at the very first picture - an extremely young Jon standing under a shower, sneering and drinking beer. “Would you believe that shoot came into my mind when I saw the shower over there?”

“Really? What do you think?”

“That all depends…..” he said “if you’ve got enough beer!”

Sara laughed “I don’t know - my assistant has been known to leave his beer here. He’s on vacation right now, but there might be some in the fridge. So we’ll call that a possible? Next one.”

Next was a thoughtful looking Jon, back to the wall, sitting on the floor, then one of him holding a guitar upright while smiling infectiously at the camera.

“I didn’t bring a guitar” he said.

“I’ve got one here - we can see how it looks.”

The last couple were from around the same era as the very first one - a leather jacketed Jon sprawling on the floor, then one of Sara’s personal favourites - Jon in the hot tub.

“Actually, this last one won’t work” she said “there’s no tub here. Same reason I left out the cowboy ones, where there was a horse. Nice concept, but I’d never get the horse up those stairs!”

“Can’t believe I was ever that young and innocent” Jon mused, and Sara raised an eyebrow. “Young, yes, but innocent? Not from where I’m looking, and the camera doesn’t lie!” She couldn’t quite believe she was talking this way - this was Jon Bon Jovi for God’s sake - and she was talking like he was a friend, not a gorgeous rock star.

Jon shifted his weight on the couch, putting a hand down as he turned to face her. Inadvertently, instead of putting his hand on the cushion, his fingers closed around her foot, and she jumped, but didn’t pull away. She turned to look at him, trepidation in her brown eyes, drawing her lower lip into her mouth and biting on the corner with perfect white teeth.
Fixing his darkening blue eyes on hers, Jon gently ran his fingertips up the back of her ankle, underneath the hem of the skirt, giving her every chance to stop him. Sara didn’t move, just gazed back at him, and Jon twisted in his seat to bring his other hand up to her face, putting his fingers under her chin to draw her head toward him.

Sara tried to force herself to pull away, but couldn’t make herself lose contact with Jon’s eyes. She blinked rapidly, but it didn’t help, then Jon leaned close to her, left hand still stroking her ankle as he kissed her oh-so-gently on the lips. His other hand moved down onto her waist as he came to kiss her again, this time licking his lips just before they touched hers - so close that he licked her lips at the same time. This time his lips covered hers, and his hot tongue gently but relentlessly opened her mouth so he could taste her.

For a moment, Sara lost herself in the kiss, allowing Jon to explore her mouth with his tongue, touching it timidly with her own, then she felt the warmth on her back as he slid his hand underneath the back of her skirt to pull her closer. Frightened now, and confused, she pulled away from his mouth, pressing her hands against his chest to push him back.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I can’t, I mean, I’ve never…….” she stammered.

Jon smiled gently “Never what? Kissed one of your subjects?”, but he kept his hand on her back as he spoke.

Sara flushed bright red and murmured something inaudible, dropping her gaze.

“Hmmm? What was that, Sara?”

She looked up into his eyes again, and he saw that her own eyes were bright with unshed tears as she said, almost defiantly, “I said I’ve never kissed anyone.” She looked away again, and Jon blinked in disbelief.

“You’re serious? You’ve never been kissed?”

Sara shook her head dumbly, but looked at him again, and he saw the embarrassment in her eyes as the tears trickled down her cheeks.

“So……..you’ve never………I mean you’re still…..”

“Mm-hm.” “Wow.” Jon pulled back and tilted his head as he looked at her. “How come? I mean, you’re beautiful, funny, talented….”

“Yeah, right” Sara snorted “Sure I am.” She started to get up off the couch, reaching for the folder, but Jon caught her wrist gently.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Don’t put up walls like that. You are lovely - why don’t you believe me?”

“Well,” Sara relented, allowing herself to be honest for once “If I were pretty, surely by my age somebody would’ve kissed me!”

“Well,” Jon matched her serious tone “I guess you must be, since somebody has kissed you now! How old are you anyway? 25, 26?”

Sara looked at him with a dubious smile. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No - are you younger than that?”

“Hardly. I’m 32.”

“Thirty two” Jon echoed “What the hell is wrong with guys around here that they’ve left you alone so long?”

“Well, since there are a whole lot of guys out there, and none of them are interested in me, I guess I’m the common denominator.” Sara replied.

“There you go again - putting up your walls! Is it that you don’t want anybody in your life? Or are you just too afraid?” he pressed.

“Honest answer?” Sara queried, and Jon nodded. “Well, if I don’t have anybody close to me, I can’t lose them and get hurt. Okay - now that I’ve said it out loud, it sounds pretty pathetic, I know, but you did ask! Only guy who ever has!”

“Oh, sweet girl. I can’t believe nobody’s made the effort to get to know you, although I guess your ‘don’t mess with me’ attitude would put a lot of guys off.” Sara looked at him in surprise, and he grinned “Hey, we’re being honest, remember.”

Jon looked at her, sitting with her hands in her lap, tears still trickling down her face, though the embarrassed blush had faded. She was obviously very confident in her professional abilities, but completely lost when it came to more personal things. As he watched, she shook her head slightly, then looked up again.

“I’m so sorry” she said “I don’t normally ‘do’ emotion! Too much of a control freak.”

“C’mere” Jon turned her to face him, laying his palms on her cheeks and wiping away the tears with his thumbs, before wrapping his arms around her shoulders to hold her close. Initially, she was rigid in his arms, but he felt her slowly relax, and her arms encircled his waist hesitantly.
“Do you want to……?” he whispered in her ear, and she tensed briefly before he heard a noncommittal ‘mmmm’. “Trust me?” he whispered, even softer, and this time she nodded against his shoulder, and Jon responded by simply kissing her ear.

He slowly, gently, moved his lips down to the point of her jaw, kissing softly and touching her feather-light with just the tip of his tongue. With infinite patience, he worked down her throat to the notch at her collarbone, then drew his tongue up the underside of her throat until he reached her lips again. This time, he made no attempt to open her lips, just a gentle kiss, then another, and another, until he felt Sara open her mouth willingly to his, her tongue flickering across her lips. Carefully, he forced himself to keep the gentle pace, not wanting to frighten her again, as he laid the palm of one hand on her belly, pushing her down onto the couch.

Sara felt so unsure of herself, but Jon’s unhurried movements soothed her, and she was happy to let him lead her on. She felt his hand slide under her top, toward her breast, and she stiffened, but the feeling of his mouth on hers calmed her, and she relaxed again, even as she felt him reach and untie the halter at the back of her neck.

Jon slid Sara’s top down, exposing her breasts, and gently rolled his palm across the hard nipples, feeling her breath catch just a little at the touch. He felt her fingers sliding up to his chest, and thought she was going to push him away again, but was surprised when she began to unbutton his shirt, until his torso was as naked as hers.

Their kiss deepened as Jon slid her skirt up until he touched her thigh, and he felt the tension in her again as his fingers slid up to caress the velvety skin of her most intimate flesh. He slowed his advance once more, touching her gently, building her excitement gradually, even as he ached for her. Again, he felt her fingers move, this time down across his stomach to the waistband of his jeans, hesitating when she felt the hardness below.

Jon took her hand in his, and broke the kiss as he lifted his hand to his mouth to kiss her palm. Her eyes were on him again, trusting but unsure, but she nodded slightly at the question in his own eyes. A little bolder now, Sara looked down between their bodies as Jon unzipped his jeans, her eyes widening as his arousal became apparent.

He slid his hand between her thighs again, and shifted his weight so he lay between her legs, but with his weight on one arm as he gently tongued her breast. Instinctively, Sara brought one hand onto the back of his head, her fingers curling into his hair like a cat with a cushion as she held his head to her breast, then she raised his mouth to hers once more, drawing his tongue into her mouth as his hand goaded her excitement higher.

“Sara?” Jon spoke for the first time in many minutes “Are you sure?”

“Mm-hm” she moaned, looking up into his eyes, and Jon moved his hand just a little so he could enter her. He took her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him until he felt just a slight resistance, and saw her eyes widen a little as he pushed past, and she gave a tiny gasp at the momentary pain. Jon stayed rigid for a moment, until the tension left her body, then he drew back and thrust into her again, still keeping his movements gentle.

His hand between their bodies kept pushing her higher, and Sara began to lift her hips to meet his rhythmic thrusts, both of them moving in unison now, faster, until Jon heard her cry out incoherently as the orgasm swept through her, bucking under him and bringing him over the edge with her. Even as the spasms rocked through him, Jon kept moving above Sara, more gently now, until they were both exhausted and he relaxed on top of her for a moment, before rolling onto his side and wrapping her in his arms again.

When they’d both caught their breath, Jon pulled his head back to look at Sara.

“You okay?” he asked, and her eyes fluttered open, then a lazy, incredibly sexy smile spread across her lips.

“Oh yeah.”