Page 63 of Saving Bonnie

Our mouths are together. Her thin blouse comes apart while I’m tasting her skin, pushing aside the lace of her bra. She uses my shirt to try to move me. I run my tongue under her nipple, pressing it against my teeth with enough force to distract her. The half whimper, half moan leads me straight to her waistband, shoving the material out of the way. The cute little shorts hit the floor and I follow, bringing her with me.

My knee hits the step, settling between her legs. She shifts forward, her thighs spreading wider to accommodate me. I barely have the sense to set my gun on the landing before I shove my jeans away. The thin strip of fabric at her pussy is little more than an inconvenience. My index finger is enough to pull it aside, letting my knuckle run along her wet channel. A whimper, a kiss, and I thrust, sending every inch of my aching cock deep inside her waiting pussy.

A wordless sound escapes her. She’s breathing hard, her lips parted to drag in precious oxygen. The pulse at her throat is running wild. I lean over her, fighting the urge to take that little piece of her then go after everything else.

“I don’t give away what’s mine,” I declare. “Ever.”

She studies my face with unfocused eyes. I pull out, gathering every bit of my control.

“And you, Bunny, are mine.” I thrust in, claiming her in both words and action. She brings a leg up, hooking around my waist. I have to know, have to hear it from her lips. “Tell me you’re mine, Bunny,” I demand, grinding my hips into her.

“You’re mine,” she breathes against my ear.

“Bunny,” I growl against her temple. Damn woman. If I could stop, I would, but the need is overwhelming, and frankly I don’t want to. We come together again, hard. She groans, her breasts swaying, mesmerizing me with the stiffened nipples etching themselves into my chest.

“You’re mine,” she repeats, staring straight at me as she adjusts to meet my heavy strokes. “You’re mine. You’re mine,” she chants as the slap of flesh against flesh fills the narrow staircase.

She’s a fucking glorious sight. A goddess taking her due, celebrating life’s treasures. All I can do is hold her tight, giving her everything, my anger, frustration, annoyance, and every other emotion I can’t identify. They’re all there, urging me on, driving me to give her pleasure.

Bunny tenses, her expression changing, like she doesn’t quite get what’s happening...just like me. Her body arches, and her lips part as her fingers dig into my arms. In the next second, her grip tightens around my cock, her inner muscles rippling around me. She goes over the edge, her wild cry ringing in my ears. I can’t help but let go, exploding into her with the most powerful force I’ve ever experienced.

Seconds tick by. I’m done, limp, barely able to brace myself so I don’t crush her beneath me. I’m lost in the moment. Lost in her embrace.

The only thing I know for sure is I’m hers.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Bonnie

“Let me guess.” Mom settles her hip against the counter. “Tino’s home?”

I run my forearm against my forehead then peel the tortilla off the table. “What makes you say that?”

She cocks her head and gives me a knowing smile. “Let’s see. It’s after eight, and you’ve only made half a dozen tortillas.” She points to the stack on the corner of the table. “Which means you had a late start.”

The one thing I never wanted to discuss with Mom is what I might be doing with a man.

“And there’s onlyonereason you’d be late getting out of bed,” she teases.

“Mom,” I admonish, face burning. I grab anothertestal. Why would she choose to have this conversation in front of Manny and MJ? Yet, here we are, literally under my roof, with her bringing up the topic. Worse yet, I can’t help but replay every moment I’ve spent with him since he got back.

He whispered in my ear at five o’clock.We’re running late…We.My murmured reply, something about having it covered, started a round of kissing and…

“So, when do I get to meet him?”

“Is that why you’ve been coming by every morning?” I honestly don’t know how Tino will do with meeting Mom.

“I thought you needed help.” Her cocky smile falters.

Oh God. I broke Mom.

“I did,” I reassure her. “I do.” Setting aside the rolling pin, I grab the towel from the apron pocket. “Mom.” My distressed tone brings Manny to a halt. I wipe my hands on the way to her while Manny takes over for me. “I thought you didn’t…like being here.” I put an arm around her.

She blinks a few times, scrunching her brow despite the threat of a wrinkle. “Why would you think that?”

“I…” I can’t actually remember. Was it something she said or did? Was it Grandma? “I guess I always thought you preferred not to be working in the kitchen.”

Her lips pull into a sad smile. “I raised a wonderful, independent woman.” She puts her arms around me. “You never needed me, not like I needed Mom.”

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