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“Why do you put yourself down all the time? You’re beautiful.”
She tapped her bun. “Frizzy hair, too curvy, too pale.”
“I happen to like your curves. I like your hair too, when you leave it out.”
Her skin was no longer pale, a wash of colour sweeping up her throat and highlighting her cheeks.
He opened one of the packs and dropped them all on the bedside table. This intimacy with Bonnie, he needed like air to breath.
“Wait.”
His stomach swooped as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She fumbled with the tubing at her waist, disconnecting it, leaving only a plastic disk on her skin. Coiling up the thin tube, she popped it into the drawer on the bedside table and picked up her cell phone.
“I need to set an alarm.”
“How long can you have it off?”
She glanced up from the screen and winked. “Two hours. Will it be enough?”
He indicated his readiness, heat flowing through his veins as her gaze followed the direction of his pointing fingers. “Two minutes will probably be enough. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
The phone dismissed, she curled up her legs into a kneeling position, facing him. “All good now.”
He reached out to touch the bared skin at her middle, careful not to touch the device. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Free and over twenty-one. And randy as a rabbit.”
He choked back a laugh, meeting the sparkle in her eyes. How could he not love her? It was so easy to be with her and, major bonus, she made him smile. Not the fake Xander Mac one but the smile that came from inside, from the way she wrapped around his heart.
She started to undo her buttons, muttering a curse as she fumbled again. She was shaking, like him. Flexing his fingers he shifted closer, nudging her hands aside to take over the small task. He was tempted to rip it over her head, but the buttons might not survive the violence. She was taking shallow breaths, chest twitching each time he brushed her skin. Beautiful skin. He peeled back the shirt, taking a moment to absorb the glow of pale skin, under lit with blue veins and nipples the same rich gold as the smattering of freckles where her cleavage would normally be.
“I put on a bit of weight over the winter. Both winters actually.”
Dragging his gaze back to her face he saw the small crease between her brows. Waiting for him to comment? “You’re gorgeous.” He weighed one breast in his hand, the silken feel of it warm against his palm. “I love your body.”
The other hand he stroked down over her belly. It was soft and smooth, the way he liked it; skin pearly white, leading down to the black curls he knew were under the clothing. He wanted to feel it against him, hard against soft. Shifting forward he slid both hands to her back, stroking down over the curve of her butt, taking her pyjamas down with them, exposing her thighs. They were soft too, over firm muscle. On her feet all day in the kitchen she had to be strong.
Lifting her knees, one at a time, Bonnie helped him remove the trousers and sent the top flying towards the end of the bed. It landed and slid slowly onto the floor. He sent the bottoms to join it and sat back on his heels to take a proper look. Whatever her concerns, she looked perfect to him.
Did she feel the same about his body? Her fingers feathered against the tiny fuzz of hair on his chest. Her touch felt different to him, not triggering any memories. Maybe it was new to her too. Four years, yeah, he’d developed a bit more hair in the time. Not much. His agent wanted him to shave it off, but he rebelled against the conceit of it. Besides, he couldn’t imagine having Bonnie notice the prickles. She’d call him vain. He liked the way she ran her fingertips over his chest. Almost like brailling him, learning him all over again. It sent tingles through his skin and, yeah, down to his dick. It was bouncing up like a puppy begging for attention.
He flinched as those exploring fingers found their way down, following the narrow fuzz of hair to where his dick was slavering for attention.
One corner of her mouth curled up. “Maybe I should take the edge off? Seeing you’re so eager.”
He nearly came right there and then, with only the touch of one finger at the tip. “Maybe.”
Bonnie pushed hard against his chest and he flopped back on the bed, wriggling up to rest his head on the pillows, snagging a spare so he could be propped up enough to see what she was doing. Her eyes were wicked green as she flicked a glance up under her lashes. She was going to kill him. But first she would take him to heaven and back.
He delved into her hair seeking the band but she pulled away.
“Not now.”
Maybe she was right. This way he could see everything, without the fall of curls around her face.
Her grip was firm this time. He braced himself and still the first flick of her tongue jerked him back against the head of the bed. Four damn years. Empty years he’d brought on himself. It didn’t matter how he distracted himself, he wasn’t going to last. He’d waited too long for this, anticipated it, dreamed of it.
He stifled a groan, tightening his grip on her hair, careful not to pull, careful not to hurt. She watched him, anticipation in her eyes, revelling in her power over him. Maybe she’d dreamed too in those long years. That look was a turn-on all by itself. Wanting him. Needing him?
