She loved that his cheeks darkened. He set down his beignet. “Yes. Well, other than my high school girlfriend who came to Thanksgiving.”
“Sounds serious,” she teased. “Do I need to be worried?”
He shrugged and finished his beignet. “We did date for three months, which is basically forever in high school.”
She nodded, finishing her own beignet. “So, I should be worried.”
He reached over and wiped some powdered sugar from her cheek. “Very.”
She loved the way her body heated when he touched her. She loved the goosebumps that popped up when he said her name.
“Well, maybe I can help you forget her,” she said. With him touching her skin, she wasn't intere
sted in dessert anymore, no matter how delicious it was.
“Yeah?” His voice deepened and the crooked sexy smile she couldn't get enough of filled his face. “I might know a way.”
She grinned and grabbed his hand. “Show me.”
Together they disappeared from the garden and ran laughing up to Dylan's bedroom.
Chapter 29
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.