She leaned back enough that I could see her face, barely visible in the moonlight, and tapped her lips with a finger.
I grinned and shook my head slowly. “That’s not your favorite.”
Then I guided her down onto the mattress, tugging her underwear off and lowering to my knees.
She widened her thighs, and I didn’t waste time. I didn’t wait for her to pull back or reassure me that I didn’t have to, which was what she always did when I went down on her. Probably another reason I hated her fucking ex, and she should too.
I gave a long, slow lick through her center that had her crying out, the sound sweet and welcome to my ears.
I encouraged Bonnie to slide her legs over my shoulders. Then I tucked my hands beneath her ass and pulled her toward my waiting mouth. She was hot and slick, and the taste of her made me groan.
Using lips and tongue and single-minded determination, I feasted. Bonnie made these perfect little noises as her breathing grew heavy. Her fingers slid through my hair, and her hips took up an urgent rhythm around the pace I set.
I could feel myself leaking inside my boxers, desperate to be inside her, to feel her inner muscles clamping down on me. So I slid a finger inside her pussy and moaned as she squeezed me tight.
She was close; I could tell. Her body familiar. Her needs etched across my skin.
There was that understanding again. Knowledge and fluency in someone else that I’d never had before. I’d learned the things Bonnie liked and all the ways I could make her come undone. This sort of intimacy was different than anything I’d ever known. Being with someone you cared about was overwhelming but so, so good.
I didn’t take that knowledge for granted now.
I added a second finger and thrust in time with every roll of her hips, intent on making this perfect for her. To drive away her doubts. To banish the ghosts of her past that lingered in every room of this house. To be what she needed over and over again.
Her fingers tightened on my scalp as I kept my tongue firm on her clit.
Then she panted out, “Wait. Wait. I don’t want to come yet. I want you up here with me. Please.”
I wasn’t sure when it had happened, but I was beginning to think I’d give this woman whatever she asked for. A motorcycle ride by moonlight. A moment to hide herself away. A safe place to fall apart.
On shaky legs, I stood and reached for the packet from my wallet on the bedside table. I stepped out of my underwear and rolled the condom on before finding Bonnie’s body with my own.
Her kiss was wild as I settled between her thighs and pushed home. She was hot and wet and perfect, and I knew this wasn’t going to last long.
My hand wrapped around her thigh, encouraging her to spread wider as I tugged her leg up and over my hip. She made a desperate sound against my lips as my cock hit somewhere deep inside.
“Fuck,” I cursed as her orgasm shook her small frame. The pressure and the warmth intensified until I was thrusting hard and fast, chasing my own release, desperate to be with her, to be close. Pleasure ripped from the base of my spine outward, everything going bright and loud for a split second before I was coming.
I pressed my face into Bonnie’s neck, tasting the salt on her skin and the heat beneath my tongue. Her sweet honeysuckle scent filled my lungs, and I wished this feeling would never ever end. But I knew it couldn’t last forever because nothing good ever did.
She was mostly asleep when I climbed back into bed after taking care of the condom. But her body still curved toward mine. Ilifted my arm to make room, and she snuggled into my side, her small hand resting right over my heart.
“Stay,” she murmured, voice slurred and drowsy.
I smiled. Where did she think I was going?
“For as long as you’ll have me,” I whispered in the dark, knowing she was already asleep.
sixteen
JACK
It was another weekend at Bonnie’s house. During the week, we spent the night at my place because it was easier. But we’d started staying at her house when we had more time together.
I’d closed the last three nights in a row at Magnolia. Kayla had practically shoved me out the door at nine, saying she and Sasha and Sebastian were perfectly capable of handling things on a Saturday night.
I knew they could. I really did. Yes, it was December and the tourists were in town for the Holiday Jamboree and other town festivities, but we had a good staff. I trusted them.
Honestly, I was grateful for the time off. I’d even been throwing around the idea of hiring a manager in the new year. Business was steady, and I could afford to bring in someone to take on more responsibility. But it was hard to contemplate loosening the reins on the only thing I’d ever accomplished in my life. Rationally, I knew Magnolia wouldn’t fall apart without me. And if I did manage to hire someone to oversee the place in the evenings, that would free me up and make my schedule a little more convenient.
