Bonham (Pushing Daisies Book 3) by Heather Young-Nichols (read people like a book txt) 📕

His lips left mine and trailed over to my chin, then down my neck, never once breaking contact with me. Goosebumps broke out across my body. There was no way he didn’t notice, yet I also wasn’t embarrassed.

Bonham knew the way he affected me already. He knew that I’d never done this before.

Finally, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to mine.

“At any point, you want to stop, tell me. You say stop, I stop.”

I quickly ran my tongue over my bottom lip. “I don’t want to stop,” I whispered.

With one fluid movement, he reached back and yanked his shirt over his head. I ran my hands down his chest and his eyes darkened. I trailed my fingers back up the tattoos on both of his arms. For as much ink as he had on his extremities, at least the top ones, there was none on his chest or back. Maybe he hadn’t gotten to that yet.

Tattoos had always been sexy, but I’d never pictured myself with someone who had so many. Now I couldn’t picture me with someone who didn’t have them.

He squatted down, placing his hands at my ankles. Then he slowly slid them up, barely making contact. He traced the curves of my legs, the backs of my knees. I curled my hands into his hair. These shouldn’t have been such intimate touches.

After my knees, he moved higher, standing as he went. Up the backs of my thighs, my ass, my back until he’d brought my dress up high enough that he could pull it over my head.

I was standing before him in a pastel pink panty set. It was covered with lace and the bra was mostly see-through. I bought it in preparation for tonight because I wanted to be cute.

He let out a deep groan. “You’re trying to kill me.” His voice was so deep and low, I almost didn’t hear him.

But I did. And turning him on made me wetter than anything else. It was going to be embarrassing when he took my panties off.

Bonham wrapped me up in his arms and let his mouth do the work.

He kissed me again as he shed his pants. His erection was testing the strength of his boxer briefs.

This was where the nerves set in. I wasn’t going to change my mind. He was the person I wanted this with. That didn’t mean I wasn’t worried. Would it hurt? Would I do something dumb? I thought these were normal things to worry about.

We moved to the bed, our kisses increasing in intensity and demand. Maybe he wanted this to be a slower process, but I felt that if I didn’t get him inside of me soon, I was going to explode. And not in the way that he made me explode.

Our hands explored, our lips nibbled. He reached behind me and made easy work of my bra. I’d been wearing one for almost ten years and had more trouble with that clasp than he did. My breasts hit the air and I felt the skin tighten. I wasn’t what people called stacked in that area, but when Bonham’s hands cupped them both and his thumbs brushed over my nipples, it seemed like he sure didn’t care.

Bonham kissed his way down my body, not seeming to want to waste any time. He licked and sucked and nipped my sensitive skin, holding my thighs open with his big hands. It was like he was on a mission and this mission I wanted him to accomplish.

I’d been thinking about this all night and probably had myself half the way turned on. Whatever it was, I was coming in record time. My undulating pushed me harder into his face. He groaned, so I didn’t think it was a problem.

He wiped his face as he pushed up and that was the first moment of embarrassment that flushed my body. The reason he had to wipe his face…

As I thought this was a give-and-get kind of situation, I reached for his erection. He let me stroke him several times, but when I tried to sit up, his hands landed on my shoulders, pushing me into the mattress.

“Can’t do that,” he told me, sounding both sexy and breathless. I furrowed my brows. He’d seemed to like it well enough the other night. Sure, it probably wasn’t the best he’d ever had, but I thought I’d done pretty well for a first-timer. He brought his thumb up to relax the crease between my eyebrows. “If you put my dick in your mouth, I’ll blow in two seconds. No, this is for you in a different way tonight.”

Then he kissed me. I hadn’t imagined that I’d want to be kissed by a guy who’d just been doing what he had, but I so did.

Once I was relaxed again, He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom.

We were really doing this and I couldn’t wait another minute.

Bonham had no shame or embarrassment as he rolled the latex down his thick member. Was that what I was supposed to call it? I had no idea.

Then he was back hovering over me. There were so many positions that I wanted to try. I’d done my research, but for this first time, we wouldn’t be getting too crazy.

“You are so fucking wet for me,” he murmured against my ear.

“Is that… Is that a good thing?” I hated asking, but I had no idea.

His teeth scraped against my collarbone. “It’s a very good thing. It’ll help.” He kissed the spot he’d just been marking. “I’ll go as slow as I can.”

But I didn’t want him to go slow. Well… I guess for the first time maybe I did.

He was at my entrance, pushing ever-so-slowly, gently, like he didn’t want to hurt me. Oh, god. Hurt me. I’d heard that the first time tended to be painful. A moment later, there was some pain. Nothing unbearable. Nothing I didn’t want. As he moved his hips, mashing them against