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"Let's break into a run," I suggested as we reached the door.
“Bye, Steve,” she yelled as we stepped outside. Then she closed the door, or at least tried to. Her hands were trembling, and she fumbled with the key. She couldn’t manage to put it in the lock. The breeze was pleasant before, but now it cut into my skin. My hands were steady though, so I took the key from her, locking the door.
“Thank you." I barely made out what she said, that was how much her teeth were chattering. “Let’s go that way." She pointed to the right and broke into a run, and I followed her.
I was surprised at the turn of events tonight. It didn’t go at all like I'd predicted it would, and I was enjoying every second.
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Bonnie
My hands were shakingso badly that he had to open the front door lock as well. The second we stepped inside, I pointed to the right. "Here's the bathroom."
Immediately, I opened the door and turned on the spray of water. I waited for a few moments before putting my hand under it.
"Okay, it's warm." I took off both coats and stepped right under it. “Oh my God. I can practically feel life coming back to my body.”
Blinking my eyes open, I noticed Travis was standing in front of the tub. His body was shaking, his eyes dark.
"Come under the water," I said. "You need to warm up."
"No." The word was almost a groan.
"Come on, you don't want to stand out there. You're going to get cold. Just come here and warm up a bit, and then we can wash separately."
In the back of my mind, something told me this wasn't the best idea, but the man was trembling. He gave me his coat, for crying out loud! He must have been even colder than I was.
Eventually, he took off his shoes and came in next to me under the spray.
"This is good." Was it my imagination or was his voice different? Harder somehow.
"I know, right? I want to stay here forever. I feel like I'll never be warm again."
I had no idea how long we simply stood like that, but it seemed like forever before any feeling returned to my limbs. Slowly, my body temperature went up, and then I became acutely aware of him, of his presence next to me, of his strong, lean body and the muscles peeking out from under his shirt. It was plastered to him, leaving nothing to the imagination, which was good because my imagination had seriously not done him justice. Travis didn'tjusthave a six-pack. He had a... was that an eight-pack? Twelve-pack? I couldn't tell, but he was ripped. His chest was defined, and so were his arms.
Sweet Lord.
"Bonnie." My name on his tongue was nothing more than a groan. I looked up and realized he'd seen me shamelessly watching him. Now I wasn't simply feeling warm all over. I was positively burning for this man.
"Travis," I murmured.
His mouth was on mine the next second. He kissed me fast and deep and so deliciously sensually that I instantly became wet for him. Oh God, the man could kiss. His lips were firm. There was nothing gentle about it. He wanted to devour me, and I wanted nothing less.
He tore his mouth from mine, groaning again. His breath was coming out in short bursts. "Bonnie, I have to go."
"Stay," I found myself saying. What was I doing? I had no idea. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't think anything past how much I wanted to touch him. I wanted those delicious muscles, and I wanted him to touch me right back, kiss me everywhere, explore my body. "Stay."
He tilted toward me again, looking me straight in the eyes, bringing a hand under my chin. The warm water was still running, and I had to blink to clear my vision far too often. His eyes were feral, the set of his mouth thin.
"If I stay," he replied, his voice deep and rich, "I'm going to make you mine. If I stay, I'm going to make you come."
"Stay," I repeated.
Then his mouth was on mine again, and he kissed me even more wildly than before. I felt one of his hands at the back of my neck and then fisting my hair, keeping me in place as he kissed and kissed until my entire body was on the verge of exploding. I was shaking again, but not from the cold this time.
He moved his other hand to the zipper of my dress, pulling it down, and then his fingers were on my back. I moaned against his mouth. The skin-on-skin contact burned me. I pushed my pelvis into his. He was hard, and feeling his cock against my clit even through clothes sent spasms of pleasure through my body. It ricocheted in small waves everywhere. I pushed my dress down and then kicked it somewhere in the tub. I was standing in nothing but my red lingerie. He only stopped for a beat, taking a step back, looking down at me.
"You're fucking gorgeous," he said. "I'm going to explore every inch of you. Every. Fucking. Inch."
