Chapter 4

He turned and stared at her. “You already know don’t you?” He accused.

“No I don’t.” she replied quickly. “There was a problem with Romeo’s sample and they had to repeat the test. I haven’t seen the results yet. Besides we were comparing the samples with a hair we found in Stephanie’s room, not comparing them to you.

“Then how did you know that it’s Romeo I want checked?” His voice broke at the end.

She blushed rather sheepishly. “This is going to sound very immature and foolish, but I have quite the imagination and I can count.” She shrugged “Chock it up to a mystery lover’s mind. When it was announced that Dorothea was pregnant and when she was due, something didn’t sit quite right with me. I did some figuring and checking your tour schedule realized that in order for the dates to work either you’re very potent and got lucky the very minute she and kids arrived to join you on tour in England or…..” her voice drifted off.

He made a sound that was not quite a laugh. “You’re quicker than I am. It took me months to figure that out.”

There was silence for a moment the she cautioned him. “Are you sure you really want to know Jon? This is something that you can’t take back. Think about the consequences, if it turns out not in your favour, not just for you but for him as well.” She looked at him closely for a moment “Will knowing for sure change how you feel about him? How you treat him? Does he deserve this?”

The look on his face melted Lindsay heart and very nearly brought her out of her chair to wrap her arms around him and just hold him.

“He’s a beautiful little boy and I love him. But every time I look at him I wonder. It’s already affecting the way I treat him. I’m hoping that if I know for sure, even if he’s not mine, I can at least quit wondering and just love him for who he is.”

Silence while she studied him. “You’re sure then?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. “I’ve thought about this for a long time, but there was never the right opportunity. Now there is.”

She sighed “Ok then. Do you want to wait here while I go to the lab or do you want me to call you with the results?”

“I’ll wait.”

Lindsay left her office and headed down the hall toward the lab. She wondered if she was doing the right thing. She was torn. Despite what he said was he truly prepared for what may come out of this? On the other hand he was entitled to know.

When she reached the lab, the lab tech, Kevin, was frowning down at some papers on the table top in front of him.

“Hey Kevin.”

“Oh, hi Lindsay. I was just about to come looking for you.”

“Oh? What’s up?”

“It’s this case that you’re working on. As you know I’ve been comparing the family members to that hair you found in the girl’s room.”

Lindsay nodded. “I understand there was a problem with the youngest boy’s sample”

Kevin waved that aside “Yeah, but that was nothing. We got a clean report on the retest. Or at least I thought we did.” He frowned again.

“Is there a problem with the test?” she asked.

“Either that or a problem with the results.” He answered cryptically.

“What do you mean?” She stepped closer to look at the papers.

“Well, we know that the unknown hair is from a male. I checked it against all the samples with no luck….until I compared it to the little guy’s. That’s when it got weird.”

“What do you mean weird?” she asked.

“Well, it’s not a match but there are seven alleles in common.”

“You’re sure?”

He nodded. “I ran it three times.”

Oh God Jon, I’m so sorry. “Thanks Kevin. Can I have a copy of everything for the file please?” She hoped her smile didn’t look as forced as it felt.

Walking back to her office she wondered how she was going to break the news. Opening the door she found him pacing again. Upon seeing her he stopped. The stark hope and fear mixed in his face almost brought her to tears.

Sitting down she opened the file and pulled out several sheets of paper. After looking them over for a few minutes she looked up at him and again asked. “Are you sure Jon?”

His answering “yes” was barely a whisper and she could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed heavily.

“Ok, here’s what we’ve found. The hair we found in Stephanie’s room is from a male. It’s not a match to any of the males of your family,” she hesitated.

“I hear a but in there.” He grated hoarsely.

She took a deep breath. “But, it has thirteen alleles in common with Romeo.” She paused again searching his face. At his blank look she explained. “That means a first degree relative…a parent.”

His face fell. “But it doesn’t match mine.” It was a statement.

“No, it doesn’t. Jon, I’m so sorry.” As she watched him fall into the chair and his face crumple she gave up all attempts to maintain a professional distance. The man was in obvious pain and the woman in her took over from the scientist. She came around the desk in a rush and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He leaned against her for a few minutes, then, visibly pulling himself together he sat up and rubbed his hands over his face as she let him go.

“Thanks” was all he said as he rose from the chair and left her office and the building.



Chapter 5

She was still thinking about him when she entered her apartment several hours later. She had spent the rest of the day questioning Stephanie’s friends – with their parents standing by – and had come up empty. Although she was pretty sure one of them knew something. She’d seen the telltale twitch when Becky tried to lie. She just couldn’t bring herself to come down hard on someone so young. She was hoping that her parents would push her to tell the truth. If something didn’t pop by tomorrow, Lindsay was going to have to get tough.

After a thorough Pilates workout she made herself some chicken stir fry, sat down to eat and try to focus on the case and not the devastated man who had walked out of her office earlier. If I was an upset thirteen year old girl where would I go?

No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t come up with anything. She kept seeing Jon’s face when she had given him the news that his wife had betrayed him and his son wasn’t his. Stop it! The man is a rock star. You are a nobody. He’s got lots of people to help him through this very private matter. The only that you can do to help is find his daughter, so FOCUS!

The knock at her door startled her. No one except the office knew where she lived and she hadn’t met any of her neighbours yet. And tonight would not be the best time either.Reluctantly she dragged herself off the couch and over to the door. Looking through the peep hole she froze.

Opening the door she looked at him leaning against the door frame, his blonde hair tousled.

“How did you find out where I live?”

“Julie likes me.” He smiled crookedly. With a smile like that what woman breathing wouldn’t?

The aroma surrounding him wasn’t cologne. “You’re drunk.” It wasn’t an accusation. After what he’d been through today if anyone deserved it he did.

“Just a little. Not as drunk as I’d like to be.” Although he wasn’t quite slurring he was a little unsteady on his feet. He walked an almost straight line to the couch before collapsing onto it.

Closing the door, she walked over towards him. The closer she got the faster her heart beat.

He patted the cushion beside him. “Sit down here and talk to me.”

Sitting she looked at him. “Jon, what are you doing here?”

Ignoring her question he asked one of his own. “What colour do you call your hair? I’ve been trying to decide all day.”

“It’s brown.” She answered dryly.

“No, it’s more than that. I thought so too at first, but when you turn a certain way and the light hits it, I see flashes of red. It fascinates me to watch it. It makes me want to run my hands through it and see if it’s as soft and warm as it looks.” And he did.

“Jon” she whispered warningly.

He ignored her. “And your eyes. I could drown in them. I can’t decide who’s are darker, yours or mine.”

The look in his eyes made the sweat start to run down her spine and she swallowed heavily before answering. “Yours.” He smiled. And leaned closer.

“And your lips. The way you lick them and bit your lower lip when you’re thinking hard,” His thumb brushed back and forth across her lower lip. “Makes me want to see if they taste as good as I think they will.”

The first touch of his lips stopped the breath in her throat. If she hadn’t been sitting down she would have fallen as her knees literally went weak. What are you doing?! Stay professional! The feel of his tongue sliding between her teeth to explore drove all thought from her mind.

As he pulled her closer against his hard body and his hand traced a path from her cheek to cup her breast she surfaced enough to realize she had to stop this now. Gathering her strength she pulled back enough to ask. “Jon, what are you doing?”

He smiled “I thought that was pretty obvious.”

“Ok, stupid question. How about this one then: why are you doing this?”

He stopped, looked down at her for a minute, then sat up and buried his head in his hands.

Her senses howling in protest when he moved away she sat up and watched him.

“Jon?”

“It’s all my fault.”

“What is?” she asked cautiously.

“Romeo, Stephanie, everything.” He started rocking back and forth. “If I had found a regular line of work, if I had been home more, none of this would have happened.”

“Who filled your head with that bullshit?” She demanded.

“That was what Dorothea told me when I confronted her today about Romeo. She blames me for Stephanie too. The argument we had was about my suspicions about Romeo and the state of my marriage. Stephanie heard me accuse her mother of cheating and Dorothea throwing it back that why shouldn’t she when I care more about myself and my music than I do my family. I heard Steph go running up the stairs crying. She wouldn’t talk to me. Dorothea’s right…it is all my fault.”

“Horse pucky!” Lindsay retorted. When Jon looked at her in surprise she continued. “If you had found a regular line of work you would have been miserable. You would have been less than half the man you are, and somehow I doubt that Dorothea would have stuck around for that. Also, whether you think it’s bull or not, there are millions of people around the world whose lives you have affected with your music, myself included, not to mention your charitable work which you wouldn’t have been able to do without the money your stardom has brought you. Believe me Jon, the world is a much better place because of you and your music. As for your not being home causing her to cheat…give me a break. She knew what she was getting into when she married you. Hell, I bet you’ve been home more in the last ten years than you were in all the years before, am I right?” He nodded. “Ok, so that goes against everything she said. In fact she was faithful when you were away, but not when you were home. Besides, no one forced her to cheat. She made that decision all on her own and needs to take responsibility for her own actions.”

He just shook his head. Lindsay framed his face with both hands and forced him to look at her in the eye. “Jon, it’s not all your fault!”

He smiled “Beautiful, bright and compassionate. Where have you been hiding yourself?”

Once again he lowered his mouth to hers, sending her pulse back into orbit. Urging her back against the couch he lowered himself onto her as his hands went exploring again. You’ve got to stop her inner voice kept telling her. But when will you ever have a chance like this again? Her heart kept asking. But he’s a married man for crying out loud! That thought had her fighting her way back to sanity. She turned her face to the side.

“Jon, stop” she gasped, then gasped again when he just changed his target and slid his mouth across her cheek and down her neck to suck gently on her earlobe.

“Why should I?” he rasped.

“Because you’re married.” She managed.

“Not in anyway that matters.” He continued his exploration of her neck as his hand rose between them to cup her breast once again.

“But, your wife.” She trailed off and focused on breathing as his clever fingers teased her nipple into a hard peak.

“She hasn’t been that to me in a very long time.” He assured her.

She made one last attempt to appease her conscience. “But….”

He interrupted her before she could finish. “But nothing. Please Lindsay, I need you!” His need finished what his mouth and fingers had started. Jon Bon Jovi is making love to me! But what if I can’t please him? Was her last conscious thought before she was drowned in a sea of sensuality.

He sensed her surrender and proceeded to exert himself to please her. She didn’t even feel him removing her t-shirt and bra and only realized she was half naked when his hot mouth captured one nipple while his fingers teased the other. First he just kissed it and swirled his tongue around it. When he had her arching beneath him and almost desperate he finally took the entire nipple and aureole deep in his mouth and sucked. First lightly, then harder as her fingers laced through his hair and held him tightly to her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he lifted his head slightly. Her protest died in her throat as he moved slightly to her other breast to give it the same treatment.

As his mouth worshipped her breasts his hand slid lower to glide around her ribcage, one fingertip gently circling and dipping into her navel causing her to suck in a deep breath. When his mouth left her breasts and started to travel down toward her navel, her hands dropped to his shoulders only to encounter his shirt. Grabbing handfuls, she tugged upward. Pausing briefly, he helped her get his shirt off and groaned softly as her hands did some exploring of her own.

The only tense moment came when she felt her pants and panties slide down her legs and she realized she was completely naked to his gaze. She froze and tried to cover herself. He grabbed her hands, and held her eyes with his. “You’re beautiful.” Searching his gaze she saw no deception – he really did think she was beautiful. Nodding slightly she stopped fighting him and found a better use for her hands – ensuring that he was as naked as she. Wow! This is better than any gutter pic!
She lost all train of thought – and her breath – when she felt Jon’s hand move from her knee up the inside of her leg. Just short of his goal he stopped and smoothed his hand back to her knee before starting upward again. He did this several times until she was ready to scream – or grab his hand and put it where she was now desperate to have it. He must have sensed her state as he chuckled and moved that little bit higher and caused her to sigh in anticipation. Very slowly he traced her soft flesh, gently separating the layers until he could invade her just slightly with one fingertip. She gasped as he slowly circled her opening and he recaptured her lips. As his tongue invaded her mouth his finger slowly invaded her other humid orifice and she was sure that her heart had stopped.

She had never felt anything like this before. The man certainly understands the concept of foreplay! Not wanting to miss out on anything as this may never happen again, she moved her hands down to skate over his buttocks and finally to slide around and grip him firmly. It was his turn to fight to breathe as she explored him, one hand sliding slowly up and down his shaft, while her other hand cupped his sac squeezing slightly to feel the two round spheres inside and gently roll them against each other. He groaned and she felt him shudder before he abruptly nudged her legs further apart, twisted his torso and replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue. Within seconds she was drenched and writhing beneath him. As his tongue dove deep her back arched until she thought it would break. She would have screamed, but she didn’t have any breath.

When she could take no more she tried to tell him. Not being able to speak she tried pulling on his arms, but he ignored her. Finally, she punched his shoulder as hard as she could – which wasn’t very hard as her muscles had turned to mush. He chuckled, but moved up kissing her breasts again on his way back to her mouth and wedging his hips between her legs.

He entered her so slowly she felt every burrowing inch and was sure that her heart would burst. She felt full of him and had never felt so connected to another human being in her life. He held still for a few minute savouring the feel of her tight around him. When he started to move it was like lightning shooting from her core to her fingertips and out the top of her head. She moved with him like they had done this a hundred times before. But it wasn’t enough.

“Hold me tighter” he rasped out.

Complying, she raised her knees, wrapped her legs around his hips and held on. Groaning he thrust harder, faster, deeper.

“Yes, yes, oh my God YES!!” she screamed as the final wave hit her and she fought to stay conscious. He groaned again and she felt him burst inside her. She held him even tighter while he shuddered and collapsed on her.




Chapter 6

When Lindsay awoke early the next morning she was immediately conscious of two things. One was that she felt more relaxed, peaceful, and, well, happier than she had in a very long time. The second was that there was a warm weight all along her back and over her waist. When she tried to move, the weight over her waist tightened. It took her a few minutes to realize that the first fact was a direct result of the second. It took a few minutes more for her pleasure laden brain to remind her saner self who it was she was sharing a bed with.

As the enormity of what she had done hit her she felt her face get hot and her stomach sink. What have you done? You slept with a married man! Knowing she couldn’t remain still, and not ready to face Jon yet she slipped out from under his arm careful not wake him, hesitating as she discovered something else – she had aching muscles in places she didn’t know she had muscles. Glancing at him as she rose from the bed, her heart swelled at the peaceful picture he made. Grabbing her robe she headed for the kitchen before she did something she’d regret.

Coffee in hand she stood gazing blindly out the window contemplating the events of the previous evening. A shiver ran down her spine in remembrance of the incredible pleasure he had brought her – multiple times. No matter how hard she berated herself for being the “other woman” or worried that he had used her for some sort of revenge, deep down inside was a part of her that couldn’t really feel remorse. She may never feel that kind of pleasure again.

Deep in thought, she didn’t hear him come up behind her. Sliding an arm around her waist, he pulled her back against him and kissed her neck just below her ear. “Morning.” Taking her cup from her he took a swallow before handing it back. Wrapping both arms around her he looked out over her head at the view outside her window. She allowed herself to lean back and savour being held by him for just a few minutes more, breathing deeply to take in his scent before steeling herself and pulling away from him.

He frowned at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry Jon, but I can’t do this.” Her voice wavered.

“Can’t do what?”

“I can’t be the other woman, I can’t be your revenge against your wife. Last night was wonderful, and I will never forget it, but I have to be able to look myself in the mirror.”

Running his hand through his hair, he sighed. “Is there more coffee?”

She nodded “In the kitchen, I’ll get you a cup.”

He stopped her and waved at the couch. “Sit down, I can get it.”

When he returned she was sitting in a chair. Smiling wryly he sat on the end of the couch nearest her. They sat in silence for a few minutes as he considered his coffee and searched for the right words. The brave front she was putting on almost cracked as she waited to see how he would say goodbye. What did you expect, that he would jump to deny what last night meant? He could have any woman he wanted, you were just handy.

Finally, he took a deep breath and looked at her. “I get the feeling that you think that last night was just some drunken form of revenge on my part.” She nodded, and would have spoken, but he held up his hand to stop her. “No. Let me explain. For the past three years I have been living a lie. Even my closest friends don’t know how bad it is. My mother has an idea, but no one knows why. Except you. For three years I have been pretending that my marriage is rock solid. We made the obligatory public appearances, posing as the happy couple in public. But I’ve been sleeping alone. We share a house and the kids, but that’s where it ends. We try to put a good face on it for the kids, but it’s just an act. Everyone thinks the songs from Lost Highway are all about Richie and David and what they’ve been through, but actually there’s lot of me in there. My private life has been a cold empty shell of an existence. Dorothea doesn’t mean to, but she makes me feel like an intruder in my own home, that I’m not welcome there anymore, and I’m not needed. When Stephanie disappeared after that fight, I was at the end of my rope. Then you came in. When I saw your reaction when you saw me at the door I was afraid that you were going to be just another fan, fawning all over me and trying to trip me and beat me to the floor.” He smiled. “You were being so professional and distant your church comment took me a minute to figure out. You were the first woman I’d met in a long time that interested me on first sight. You were respectful and compassionate and seemed to really care about my feelings. It had been a long time since I felt that.”

He paused to sip his coffee. “I debated a long time before asking you about the tests. I still don’t know what it is about you that slipped under my guard and made me want to spill all my secrets.” He chuckled “I told myself that I had been celibate for so long that my brains had all gone south.” Lindsay smiled in return. Then he sobered. “After I left your office yesterday afternoon, I went right home and confronted Dorothea. It wasn’t pretty. Then I went out to the Inn and started drinking. But my mind was spinning. My self confidence was shit, I didn’t want to be alone, but I couldn’t stomach the thought of explaining everything to Obie or anyone else. I wasn’t ready for that. BUT I WAS SO DAMN LONELY! I knew where I wanted to be, but I knew it wasn’t fair to you if the only reason I came was because I was lonely, and more than a little horny. But I had been so cold for so long, I couldn’t resist warming myself at your fire, if only for a little while. I was going to be the big Rock Star and sweep you off your feet.” He snorted. “Then you asked me why I was here. You were no lusting fan that would tell me whatever I wanted to hear to get into my pants, you were treating me like just another man who was trying to get into your pants Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just that I couldn’t take it anymore, but suddenly I had to let it all out. When you responded with support and real caring, I couldn’t walk away. I needed to be comforted. I needed to be loved.” He gazed at her with real feeling in his eyes. “I got more than I bargained for. Much more.”

He paused again. “I don’t know where this is going. I can’t tell you that it’s going to be easy. I only know that last night I felt truly alive for the first time in a very long time, and that my feelings are real. I know we don’t know each other that well, but I want to. I want to learn everything about you – everything you think, everything you feel. I want to explore every inch of your body. I want you to explore every inch of mine. I don’t know where this will lead, I just know that I want to find out. What about you? Are you willing to take the risk with me?”

The tears clogging her throat made it difficult to speak. “What about Dorothea, the kids, the band, the media?”

“Whatever happens between you and I, my marriage is over. I can’t keep living this way. Dorothea, the kids, and I will have to work it out. As for the band, they’ll stand behind me. In fact anything that will make me even a little less miserable will have their full support. And the media can go suck eggs. I’ve lived through worse.”

Still unsure she was prepared to take such a huge step she compromised. “Why don’t we focus on finding Stephanie right now, and then we’ll see what’s what?”

He let out a breath and nodded. “I guess I’ll have to take what I can get – for now.”

Standing, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her chair. Wrapping his arms around her he grinned. “You’re not going to try to keep me at a distance until then are you?” He pushed against her suggestively.

She laughed. “I don’t think I could if I tried.” As he leaned down to her she lifted her face and met him halfway. She was becoming addicted to the way he could steal her senses with just a kiss.

Lifting his head he gazed at her speculatively. “I need a shower. How about you?”

Recognizing the gleam in his eyes she smiled. “You wash my back and I’ll wash yours.”

“What about your front. Don’t I get to wash that too?”

“Maybe. If you’re very good”

Laughing, he let her lead the way to the bathroom. Undressing took no time at all since all he’d put on was his jeans. It was a wonder Lindsay even heard his speech with all that bare skin distracting her. In self preservation she focused on getting the water temperature right rather the sound of his zipper being opened and his pants hitting the floor.

Standing up straight she was startled to feel his hands on her shoulders pulling off her robe. As it fell to the floor she felt his fingertip outlining the butterfly tattoo on the back of her hip. “How come I didn’t notice this last night? I must have been drunk.”

Chuckling, she stepped into the shower. Grinning, he followed her. As she raised her hands to lift her hair to the spray he picked up the shampoo bottle. Pouring some into his palm, he pushed her hands away. As he worked the lather through her hair he also massaged her scalp. She lowered her forehead to his chest and groaned at the feelings he evoked. Moving down to her neck he gently tipped her head back and lightly touched his lips to hers. Moving back before she could respond his hands continued their journey spreading lather in their wake. When he reached her breasts, he circled them slowly, over and over until her hard nipples peeked through the lather. Smiling at his handiwork he bent and touched just the tip of his tongue to the tight peaks. Ignoring her gasp, he straightened again and let his hands move down to her rib cage. Turning her he swept lather across her shoulder blades and down to her waist. Taking each arm in turn between both of his he stroked his fingers from shoulders to wrists. Reaching her hand, he laced his fingers tightly with hers, and flexed. She never knew her hands could be so sensitive. Again he didn’t give her time to react, but moved on. Reaching for more soap he knelt behind her and started at her waist lightly caressing her buttocks before bending and placing a kiss on the butterfly. She shuddered despite the heat of the water. Turning her to face him he took one firm thigh between his palms and ran his hands down to her ankle before carefully washing her foot. As he repeated the procedure with her other leg, her pulsed quickened and her breathing shortened. There was only one area left. Still kneeling, he gently separated her thighs until he could fit his hand in between. Slowly working lather through her curls, he teased the soft folds that were waiting for him. Leaning forward he opened her to his exploring tongue. Here he took his time, searching out every crevice noting by her reactions which spots brought her the most pleasure. Finally his focus turned the ultra sensitive spot at the top of her cleft. Holding it lightly with his teeth he flicked it with his tongue until she was all but screaming. Then he sucked, gently at first and then harder until she screamed his name and would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her up. Standing again he held her under the water rinsing off the last of the lather and bringing her back to earth.

Finally raising her head she looked up at him. He grinned smugly and she decided it was time to get even. Reaching for the soap she warned him. “My turn.”

Washing his hair was a little tricky since even though he was only average height, he was still six inches taller than her. As much as she would have liked to take more time running her fingers through his hair she knew her arms wouldn’t last that long. The upside was that she could spend as much time as she wanted exploring the rest of his body starting with his strong neck. When she reached his shoulders she really took her time. Stroking down his arms she raised his hand to mouth taking each finger in turn deep and lightly scraping her teeth down the sensitive sides before nibbling on the tips and placing a kiss in his palm. Feeling him tremble from her touch was a heady feeling and made her ache to do more. Coming back to his chest she placed her hands flat then curled her fingers into his pectoral muscles. Then, deciding what’s good for the goose is good for the gander she proceeded to tease his nipples like he did hers. When the tips stood out like nails she could hold back no longer and leaned forward to circle them with her tongue. She could see his chest rising and falling faster and faster as he struggled to take a deep breath. Smiling at her ability to arouse him, she took his nipples into her mouth and sucked lightly. First one then the other. She would have liked to linger there but there was more yet to discover. Turning him, she explored the muscles in his back, running her finger down the groove along his spine. Reaching his waist she ran her palms slowly over his buttocks Assets indeed she chuckled to herself. Turning him again she knelt and smoothed the lather down his legs massaging the hard muscles as she went. Finally, she raised her eyes and examined that part of him that had given her such incredible pleasure the night before. Already hard, it stood almost straight out from his body. When she took it in her hand it felt like velvet covered steel. As her fingertip circled the very tip she could sense as much as feel every muscle in his body tighten. His breath was coming like a racehorse now and his hands were clenching and unclenching as he fought to let her have her way and not grab her. Unable to help herself she leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of him. He jerked in reaction, but she wasn’t going to let him go now. Cupping his sac with her other hand she ran her tongue from base to tip several times before finally sucking him into her mouth as deep as she could. He was now alternating between moaning and groaning. Just as she was settling into a rhythm he ground out between clenched teeth “Enough”.

Drawing back she looked up at him. “But I’m not finished yet.”

“Oh yes you are.” He grabbed her arms and raised her to her feet. Bending down he captured her mouth like he was trying to devour her. At the same time his hands were running all over her body, finding all her pleasure spots until she wrapped her arms around his neck and undulated her body against him. Reaching down he checked to see that she was ready. Finding her wet and opened to him he lifted her and stepped forward until her back met the sweaty tile. Raising one knee to his hip he moved until he could nudge into her. Gasping through the kiss Lindsay tightened her arms and lifted her other leg until she could wrap them around his waist. With one quick thrust he was buried to the hilt. They both groaned. Grabbing her waist he moved her up and down on him, slowly at first and then faster and faster until the peak was upon them and she threw her head back and screamed.