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I’ll never deny her a kiss. And all of a sudden, I am right back into the flames, burning up with her. I’m about to take her to the floor when we both smell smoke.
When I pull away from her, we both see the food we were going to eat on fire. This time when she breathes out ‘Oh my God’ it isn’t a good thing, and I go in full damage control mode. I place her on the island and start working to get the fire under control before it sets off… the sharp ring of the smoke alarms starts despite my best efforts. She jumps off the island and makes a dash for the tea towel by the fridge so she can wave the smoke away from the alarm. Once I have the fire out, I flip open a couple of windows, so the smoke has a place to go besides the rest of my house and go over to help her fan the rest out.
When she looks over at me with a dish towel, she gives me a laugh and one of those cute blushes and, suddenly, I’m not mad at all. I find myself laughing with her.
“Take out?”
The question causes her to laugh more and by the time we have the smoke out and the alarm stops blaring both of us are chuckling. I look at the roast I was making burnt, the bag of sugar I had gotten down for her on the floor, and a lot of stuff beside the stove wet or covered in the foam from the fire extinguisher I used, and realize how much of a mess we have made together.
“It should get here in about the same time it takes to clean this up…if we hurry.”
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.”
