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She still has that smile on her lips, the one that makes my heart beat faster and something in my stomach is warm and happy. I’ve never gotten that from just someone’s smile before. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever felt the way Bonny makes me feel. Period.

It’s terrifying…and exhilarating all at the same time. This woman is already one step away from owning my whole heart. If I’m honest with myself…she might already have it.

Chapter Thirteen

Bonny

By the time we have the kitchen cleaned up and the pizza eaten, it’s late and I don’t want to overstay my welcome. I’ve never had so much fun cleaning up. Grayson has the best sense of humor and is always finding ways to make me laugh… or blush.

I can’t believe we almost burnt his house down because we were making out. I ruined a whole bag of sugar. And we made out! I…kissed him.

“At least let me make dinner up to you. Come watch something with me.”

He holds his hand out to me, and for a moment I am teetering on the edge of something and if I take his hand, it will change everything. But how can I not when he makes me feel like I’m floating and makes me laugh and my heart beat so fast? Pretty sure the feeling in my stomach is more than just butterflies. I put my hand in his and feel myself fly right over the edge as he entwines his fingers in mine.

When we fall on his couch, he pulls me close and puts his arms around me, so I am more than half lying on top of him. He lets me choose the movie and doesn’t complain that it’s something romantic. And that is how I fall asleep, all wrapped up in his arms with his heart beating under my ear and his warmth lulling me, feeling safe and protected in a way I’ve never felt before.

So how the hell did I wind up in his bed, half-naked and still wrapped in his arms? It takes me a minute after I blink my eyes open for me to even realize I’m not at home. And another minute to realize I’m also not on Grayson’s couch. Instead of being on the couch, I’m…on him!

And I don’t have anything on except the tank I wore under my sweater and a pair of panties, not even full-coverage ones either. I wore a freaking thong yesterday so I wouldn’t have a panty line under my leggings. How the hell am I going to get out of this? How did I end up here in the first place?

I try to think back but all I can remember is getting sleepy while watching a movie. One movie turned into two and then we went looking for a midnight snack while finishing up the second movie. I'm not sure when I fell asleep or how I got to the room. Or where my sweater and leggings are.

What do I even do if I was able to remove myself from his arms? Are my clothes downstairs? Up here with us?

“I can feel you worrying about what happened last night in my sleep.”

Oh shit! He’s up!

His words sink in and have me gnawing on my lower lip. “Sorry.”

It comes out sounding uncertain. He rolls us so he is over me, instead of my legs being around him and me holding him down, now he’s the one in charge and I’m the one working to create enough space for him in between my legs.

“Don’t ever be sorry, bunny.”

“Are sure? Because it seems like I woke you up with my anxiety over finding myself where I shouldn’t be.”

His eyes narrow before his mouth comes down on mine. He doesn’t stop until I’ve lost all my senses and start kissing him back. He finally pulls back but not very far; I can still feel his breath against my lips.

“My bed is the only place you should be, bunny. It’s where you’ll be every night and where you will wake up every morning at the end of all this.”

My mind blanks and I can’t even try to figure out what he just said, especially not when his mouth comes back to mine. His tongue duels with mine as we brush against one another and a moan slips from me. It seems to drive him harder because the kiss becomes more intense and the hips in between my legs start to move against me.

All the breath seems to leave me as he slides against me and the girth of… what I could only imagine yesterday hits my panty-clad… he is bumping up against my…

“That pussy!” It is growled out in Grayson’s voice, but it was the word I was trying not to think about in my head. “It’s so warm and wet.”

“Oh my God!” Am I wet? How wet? Apparently enough for him to be able to tell that I am. I wiggle trying to distance myself from him, but it has an unexpected repercussion that I didn’t realize would happen.

“Oh God!” this time the words are coming from Grayson who looks like he might be in pain because of what I am doing.

I stop immediately but when our eyes meet, his are hard and fierce. Why is he mad? Before I can ask or try to figure it out, he growls again and his head lowers to run kisses up and down the column of my throat. His teeth graze my shoulder before he licks where he nibbled. He’s not mad at all. He’s horny. I think. I could be wrong. What the hell do I know?

His hips grind into the vee of my leg giving me a good indication that I’m not wrong. It feels like he might have gotten even bigger from the first time. His hand reaches down and grabs the side of my thigh before he pulls it up around him higher.

“Wrap those pretty legs around me, bunny. Wrap me up tight or I might do something you aren’t ready for just yet.”

Now my mind is thinking about all the things he could be talking about. I do as he says without really thinking about what it might be telling him. His mouth finds mine again this time with a hunger that takes my breath. His hips keep grinding into me, hitting the apex of my body with every thrust. He’s bumping against that absolutely magic spot that I’ve only ever touched in the shower. And only then, reluctantly. I’ve never had someone else…

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