And now we were home, and nothing was going to change that.
I brushed a strand of blond hair back from her face and said softly, “Clyde, it’s time for bed.”
She groaned, and I laughed.
“Come down here with me,” she urged, tugging on my arm, trying to get me to lie down with her on the couch.
“No, let me help you up. You’ll be more comfortable in our bedroom. I can carry you, if you want.”
Sleepy eyes blinked up at me. “Yes, please. You’re so big and strong. And handsome. And sweet. And my favorite person.”
I chuckled as I stood and slid my arm beneath her knees. “And you’re drunk.”
But I knew she wasn’t lying. Bonnie showed me she loved me every single day. It wasn’t so much proving it as it was simply living the truth she held in her heart. She was free and open with her affection. She showed she cared in a hundred ways, big and small, quiet and loud.
Once I lifted her and she was comfortably in my arms, Bonnie slid her fingers through my hair and started kissing my neck.
“Mayyyybe, I am a little drunk,” she singsonged, her breath warm against me.
I cleared my throat and focused on getting her down the hallway and into bed. To sleep. That was all.
Our first time in our new bedroom was not going to be like this.
“Let’s get you into some pajamas,” I said, and placed her gently on the mattress.
I’d been bringing boxes of things over from the apartment to the house all week. Bonnie’s clothes were hanging in the huge walk-in closet and folded neatly in the chest of drawers.
The bed had been delivered two days ago. She hadn’t seen it yet.
Her hand petted the fabric of the bedspread as she gazed down. “This is pretty,” she murmured dreamily.
She should think it was pretty. It was the bedding she’d saved on her Pinterest board under “Wish List for Later.”
I bit down on my smile as I retrieved her favorite pajama pants and my tee shirt that she’d never given back.
With quick, efficient movements, I lifted her blouse over her head. It wouldn’t do to get distracted right now, not even by the black bra she wore.Christ.
She apparently didn’t need my help to undo the clasp and slingshot the lacy scrap of fabric across the room.
Grinning and topless, she leaned back on her elbows. “Okay, now it’s your turn. Take it off.”
I shook my head slowly from side to side, but I couldn’t do anything about the smile on my face. Bonnie pouted adorably.
Well, I supposed Iwasgetting ready for bed too.
With one arm raised, I reached back over my shoulders and grabbed a fistful of fabric. Bonnie clapped in delight, and the movement did very distracting things for her breasts, still fully on display.
But then I recovered and tugged my shirt up and over my head.
“Come here,” she encouraged.
So I braced my hands on either side of her hips and leaned in close. I heard her breath catch and watched her eyes go dark as she reached for me. But I was quicker.
I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose and said, “No,” then straightened up to standing.
“Booo!” she called while flopping dramatically back on the mattress, one arm thrown over her eyes.
I took the opportunity to slide her jeans down, but before she could get too excited, I pulled her pajama pants on. After I’d urged her to sit up, I slid the tee shirt over her head and passed her a water bottle.
