Page 12 of His Stormy Seduction

My lips curve in a tired, secret smile as I let myself sink deeper into that protective embrace. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I feel safe. Truly and utterly safe, like nothing can touch me here. It's an intoxicating feeling—one I could easily become addicted to if I'm not careful.

Chapter 6

Garrett

The first pale fingers of dawn light filter through the crevice entrance as I blink awake, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. Bonnie's warm body is still nestled against mine, her even breaths ghosting across my chest in a steady rhythm.

The memories of last night come trickling back—the rockslide, our frantic scramble for shelter, then stripping down to our bare skin to share body heat in this cramped hollow. At the time, it was a necessity for survival, but feeling Bonnie's curves pressed so intimately against me now stirs a very different sort of fire low in my gut.

She shifts in her sleep, those tousled blonde waves tickling my jaw as she burrows closer with a contented murmur. Studying the delicate fan of her lashes against her round cheeks, I'm struck by just how deceptively fragile she appears in this unguarded state. My arm tightens fractionally around her waist out of pure instinct, that primal part of me driven to shelter and protect her.

Bonnie's eyes flutter partway open, and a slow, sleepy smile curves those full lips as her gaze finds mine.

"Mornin' Rambo," she murmurs, voice still raspy from sleep. "Please tell me you've got a hot cup of coffee waiting to start this day off right."

I chuckle, feeling some of the tension in my shoulders ease. "Fresh outta coffee grounds, I'm afraid. Although if you're feeling adventurous, I might be able to scrounge up some pinecones or bark to brew."

"You're a riot," she drawls. But there's an intimacy underlying the playful banter now, a newfound closeness in the way she angles her face toward mine with that coy smile.

My breath catches as her lips brush a feather-light path along the stubbled hinge of my jaw.

"Bonnie..." The warning rumbles from deep in my chest, but there's no real force behind it. I'm already a lost cause, utterly defenseless against whatever this woman wants from me.

She props herself up on one elbow, the blanket of her hair cascading over one shoulder in tousled waves to expose the elegant column of her neck. My eyes hungrily trace the delicate hollows and slopes, the graceful lines leading inescapably down to the swell of her breasts just visible beneath the tantalizing shadows.

"What's the matter?" Her eyes blaze into mine from beneath long lashes. "Can't handle a little adventure before breakfast?"

The blatant innuendo in that raspy purr has me hardening instantly. I growl low in my throat, every masculine instinct roaring to life as I haul her fully on top of me in one fluid motion. The soft heat of her almost-naked body pressing against my bare skin is enough to short-circuit every higher brain function.

"Is this the adventure you're looking for?" I rasp against the sensitive skin just below her ear.

She hums contentedly. “Come on, we can do better than this.”

Challenge accepted.

My hands roam her back, tracing every dip and flare before dipping lower to cup the firm swell of her ass, pulling her even tighter against my cock, separated only by the thin cotton scraps of our underwear.

There's nothing gentle or exploratory in the way our mouths collide this time—just pure, undiluted hunger, tasting and claiming every inch. Bonnie's fingers tangle in the short strands at my nape as she rocks her pelvis against me in a blatant taunt.

I growl again, hands fisting in those wild blonde curls as I wrestle her head to the side, baring the creamy column of her throat. She gasps shakily when I latch onto the thundering pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as I grind my hips up into her heat.

"Garrett..." The breathy moan is pure sin against my ear, those blunt nails scoring deliciously down my chest.

I nip a stinging path along her collarbone, reveling in each tremor, each hitched breath, as I map every inch of flesh with tongue and teeth. By the time I've reached the lush swells of her breasts, Bonnie is squirming shamelessly atop me.

Smirking against the rosy peak pebbling under my attention, I let my palm skim the silken undersides in a teasing caress before palming the other generous mound possessively. Bonnie keens, back arching, pressing into my touch.

"Is this what you want?" I growl against the swell of her breast, laving the rigid peak with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

Her only response is a desperate whimper, those slender fingers tightening convulsively in my hair as she writhes atop me. Ruthlessly, I tear my mouth from her addictive flesh and catch that passion-glazed gaze, holding it with every ounce of intensity blazing through me.

"Use your words, Bonnie," I command in a tone that leaves no room for argument, my hands bracketing her hips in an iron vise. "What do you want?”

There's a beat of charged silence where her chest heaves with each ragged pant. Those kiss-swollen lips part on a trembling inhale before the words spill forth in a breathless rush. "You, Garrett. I want you, and your fingers and your mouth and your cock. I want all of you.”

I nearly blackout from the surge of raw masculine satisfaction that washes over me at her breathy response. She may be a fiery, untamed spirit out there in the great wide world, but here in our haven, she's utterly and willingly mine. The thought is enough to send my mouth crashing back into hers, swallowing those pleas in a searing kiss as my palm glides down her stomach to push aside her panties and delve into the liquid heat between her thighs.

Bonnie gasps, rising onto her knees as I slowly tease one calloused fingertip through her slick folds. Her hips rock into the gliding caress, chasing that fleeting friction as I map every secret crest and valley.

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