Page 7 of His Stormy Seduction

His jaw tenses almost imperceptibly as he holds my stare. Then, without a word, he reaches out and flicks the light switch back off, plunging us into darkness once more.

The weight of everything left unspoken seems to surge and swell in that breathless hush. I can hear the thundering of my own pulse in my ears, my skin feeling feverish and over-sensitized as the shadows swallow us both.

There's only the crackle of flames, the driving rain, and the harsh rasp of our mingled breaths filling the weighted silence. It's as if we're hovering on the edge of that razor-sharp line between safety and danger...

And I can't wait to finally tumble over that edge.

Chapter 4

Garrett

Why did I just do that?

Turn off the lights, plunging us into darkness like some damn teenager trying to steal a kiss behind the bleachers? Get your shit together, Blackwood.

But even as the voice of reason tries to reassert itself, another part of me is already moving without conscious thought. I cross the small space in two strides, the heat from the woodstove casting flickering shadows that accentuate the softness of Bonnie's face.

She doesn't shrink away or cower in the face of my desire. No, those whiskey-colored eyes lock on to mine, her chin tilted up in a silent challenge. And God, that mouth of hers, those full, plush lips are a temptation I can't resist.

My arms are banding around her waist, hauling that lithe body flush against mine before I can think better of it. A soft gasp parts her lips, the sound shooting straight to my groin as her lush curves mold perfectly to the harder contours of my frame.

"Garrett..." My name is a breathy whisper, half warning and half invitation.

But I silence her by crushing my mouth to hers in a scorching kiss.

Bonnie stiffens for only an instant before melting into me with a low moan. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.

Christ, the taste of her... Like the first blissful inhale after breaking the surface of a frozen lake. Cool and clean and so revitalizing it damn near hurts to breathe her in. Hands roaming, I map every lush curve, committing every breathless gasp and shiver to memory.

Our hands are desperate and needy, clawing at each other’s clothes with a single-minded focus. My shirt is the first to go, discarded on the floor with a flick of my wrist. The feel of her hands on my bare skin is electric, a jolt that seems to awaken every nerve ending, every cell in my body. My muscles tense and flex as she runs her hands over my chest and arms, her fingers tracing the contours and dips of my body.

With a low growl, I grip the hem of her borrowed flannel and tug it up, inch by agonizing inch. Bonnie's arms lift, breaking our kiss for a moment as I pull the garment over her head and toss it aside.

The sight of her, the way the firelight seems to worship her body, the curve of her breasts, the hard points of her nipples, it's almost too much. I can't resist the temptation of her body, and I lower my head, capturing one hardened peak between my lips.

Bonnie throws her head back with a low keen of pleasure. "God, Garrett..."

The rasp of my name on those kiss-swollen lips is like a match to a fuse. With a low growl, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slide them down her legs, my hands following the path of the fabric, worshiping her body with every touch as I kneel in front of her.

After she steps out of her panties, my hands trail up the backs of her legs, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as I pull her closer to me.

The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, and I bury my face against the curls at the apex of her thighs. She looks down at me, her hands in my hair.

“What are you doing?” she asks. The sight of those full breasts heaving with each panted breath has my mouth watering in anticipation.

“Do I really have to answer that?” I ask with a throaty chuckle. “Spread your legs.”

She only hesitates for a second before obeying, and I reach up and cup her warmth.

"You're mine," I rumble against the dip of her hip. It's not a request, but a raw, visceral claim staked by every fiber of my being.

She whimpers in response, fingers tightening in my hair. "Show me, please..."

Spreading her with my fingers, I lean in, my tongue flicking out to taste her for the first time, sweet and musky. I swipe my tongue through her folds slowly, savoring her, and she tilts her hips to meet me, urging me on.

My fingers dig into her ass, holding her steady. Bonnie's breaths come in ragged, desperate gasps, her moans and whimpers filling the small cabin as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.

But I'm not done with her yet. I slide a finger inside of her, feeling her tighten and clench around me as I move it in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue. Bonnie's body is a symphony, and I'm the conductor, guiding her higher and higher as I worship her with my mouth and fingers.

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