Bonnie

Bonnie tiptoed down the hallway to Dylan’s room. She felt like a teenager again, sneaking past her parents to meet the love of her life. Only this time, she really was with the love of her life.

“You know he can’t hear you,” Dylan said, opening up the door to his room. “That door is solid, plus he sleeps with a white noise machine on. Nothing wakes him up.”

“Don’t spoil my fun,” she replied. “I’m being sneaky.”

He chuckled and together they went into his room. Where Bonnie’s room was delicate and feminine, Dylan’s was masculine and nautical. It had the same French doors leading out to a balcony, and the bathroom was similar, but it was much more male. It suited him.

“This was always my room as a kid,” Dylan explained. For a moment he looked small and innocent before returning to the powerful man Bonnie knew.

“You ever think you’d bring a girl up here?” she asked, looking around. She went to the French doors and opened them up. The magnolia-scented breeze was heavenly if a little warm. She could see over the garden and out into the acres of land. Everything was gilded in the moonlight and almost surreal with beauty.

“I hoped,” he told her. He joined her out on the balcony. “Never got quite this far.”

“Well, I hope I don’t get you in trouble,” she said, making her voice breathy and sensual.

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that,” he agreed, pulling her to him.

He kissed her, igniting the flame low in her belly. She arched against him, eliciting a rough groan from deep within his chest. The reverberations only fed the flames inside of her.

“You’re far too overdressed,” he complained, tugging at the straps of her dress. She shimmied out of it without protest, barely breaking the kiss. He undid the buttons on his shirt and took it off.

The air was warm against her skin. It felt good to be naked in the humid twilight. Moonlight shone down on them, making everything glow with its magic.

She couldn’t stop touching him. The moment she paused and looked up at him, she lost her breath. His tanned skin displayed every toned muscle to perfection. His eyes met hers, dark and hungry.

His mouth covered hers again and she lost herself to the feel of his skin against hers. He dipped his head and slid his lips down her throat. Every nerve ignited with his touch, driving her wild. Every touch, every kiss made her frantic for more.

His fingers worked at her bra, finally managing the straps and pulling it free. She loved the male noise of appreciation as his hands cupped her breasts. His rough fingers teased her nipples before sliding down and holding onto the bare skin of her hips.

He didn’t stop there. He hooked his nimble fingers on the lace of her panties and tugged. She kicked them free once they were around her ankles.

“Your turn,” she told him, her hands already at his waist and working the button on his pants. He gently moved her hands and undid the buttons. She was grateful that he could do it so much faster since they were his own.

He stood there in the moonlight, naked before her and she lost her breath. There was no one for miles, yet being outside in the night air had a delicious naughtiness that only added to the play of before. They were being sneaky and bad.

She loved it.

“Bonnie.” He said her name again, his voice strained with desire as he looked at her. She’d never felt so sexy in her entire life. Dylan could make any woman with a pulse feel sexy, but she also felt safe with him. Sexy and safe. It was a heady combination.

He reached for her, threading his hands through her hair as he kissed her. She tipped her face up to meet his, finding his lips and tongue. He was delicious. Everything about him tasted and felt good. His hands roamed down her sides, down to her backside, pulling her into him. She could feel how hard and excited he was.

If that didn’t make her feel wanted, nothing would.

She raised her leg, lifting it to wrap around him. She felt him surge against her, seeking entrance. He was nearly home free, and she wanted him inside of her. She needed him to complete her.

He knew what to do. Without letting her go, he slid into place. She sighed with contentment, then moaned as he filled her to depth she didn’t know she possessed. He plunged into her, and she held onto him for dear life. Every moment was a step toward heaven.

She couldn’t hold the position for long, though. As much as she wanted to be a sex goddess, she was only human and her balance only decent. She had a better idea, though.

She dropped her leg and stepped back, giving him a coy smile as she walked to the balcony. She carefully placed both hands on the white iron railing and then looked over her shoulder. His eyes dilated, and she could have sworn he started to drool.

His body was hot against hers as he found his way back to her. His heat and the New Orleans’ summer was enough to give her a fever. She moaned softly as he filled her, merging his heat with hers. The soft, warm breeze danced over the two of them.

Her knuckles went white as she lost herself to the pleasure only he could give her. He controlled their movements, and he knew what he was doing. Every motion, every inch was a little bit of heaven.

“Bonnie,” he growled, his voice primal.

“Do it,” she gasped. She was on birth control. She trusted him. She wanted this.

Together they flew. Together they flew over the edge into complete pleasure, losing themselves and finding the other. Everything merged. Everything was perfect for an indescribable moment of bliss.

Her knees were weak as she came down off her high. Dylan wrapped his arm around her, holding her up as much as keeping himself steady. He was her anchor in a spinning world of wonderful over-stimulation.

“You kill me,” he whispered, his breathing rough as he bent his head to her back. She stood up slowly and turned to face him.

His eyes were bright in the moonlight. Sweat glistened on his skin as his chest muscles flexed with every breath. She had thought she was satisfied a moment ago, but seeing him like this revved her engine to maximum yet again.

“You’re not dead yet,” she told him, taking his hand. “But I’m going to send you to heaven anyway.”

She led him back into the bedroom and dropped him off at the bed.

“Again?” he asked. He looked surprised and pleased at the same time.

“I guess those oysters worked,” she teased. “I plan on enjoying you just as much. We have all night.”

She knelt on the bed and licked her lips before leaning over him. She wanted to taste him now.

“I knew you’d like the food here,” he said, groaning as she did just that.