Chapter 335

Cheyenne realised she wasn’t alone when Jon kneeled down next to them. His eyes were an electrifying blue, he had a slight flush on his cheeks. His hands gripped the chair, forcing her to stop rocking.

His eyes feasted on her bare breast and then darted back to her eyes as he heard her sucking in her breath.

His voice was a bit unsteady, awakening butterflies in Cheyenne’s stomach.

“Little guy getting his fill?”

“They both had a warm bath, Mikayla was a bit fussy so I fed her first. She is out cold.”

She looked over to the little doll fast asleep in the crib. Her breathing was even and she had the most beautiful pink cheeks. Cheyenne was sure her eyes were turning blue, but she didn’t mention it. Connor was definitely going to have her dark eyes that she was certain off.

He stroked the fuzzy hair of his son, sucking in his breath as his knuckles brushed against her soft mound. The baby was contented at his mother’s breast, his little fist resting on her breast.

A jolt of electricity went through both of them and their eyes locked. His eyes weren’t so blue anymore and it stole her breath away. She couldn’t understand why Jon hadn’t made love to her after she told him about her doctor’s visit. She could feel the sexual tension between them, it was so thick you could almost touch it.

Tonight it was written all over his face, in his eyes, the way his breathing changed, the quivering of his hand when he stroked the baby’s hair.


Jon’s eyes kept her hypnotized, he leaned down to place a soft kiss on the baby’s head, hearing her sharp intake of breath when his lips moved up, burning into her skin.

It was a light kiss but played havoc with Cheyenne’s oversensitive nerves. He flicked out his tongue, licking a heated trail over her breast towards her collar bone. His other hand undid the buttons even more, pushing it aside, slipping the bra from the other breast to expose it to his hungry stare. Her breasts were heavy with milk, yet soft to the touch, his thumb flicked over the nipple, bringing it instantly to life. His blond head moved closer, taking the nipple deep into his mouth, nipping at it. She looked down towards the blond head next to the small dark head of her son.

Cheyenne couldn’t think straight anymore, her body was aflame, begging for more.

Jon was losing control, he couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste, her warmth, her surrender. Her free hand was turning his hair into a sexy mess, tugging at it restlessly.

They were both jerked back to reality when Connor starting whimpering, he didn’t appreciate the intrusion and he was getting restless.

Connor let go of her nipple, his lips quivering, showing his unhappiness.

“Oh I’m sorry baby. Daddy got a bit out of hand here.” He smiled gently at the baby.

He took the baby from her, throwing the burping cloth over his shoulder.

“I’ll take over from here.”

Cheyenne’s face was flushed and he noticed her having a hard time buttoning up her shirt.

They looked at each other, a silent promise burning in their eyes.

“ I asked the nanny to come in . We are going to have dinner tonight. Just you and me….Ahah..no excuses. They will be fine for a few hours without you. We have a reservation in an hour or so. It gives you plenty time to pamper yourself or whatever you woman do to get ready for a night out on the town.”

He turned towards the window, dismissing her, his hand rhythmically stroking the baby’s back while he started a one sided conversation with the baby.