In unselfconscious masculine display, he dragged one hand through his chest hair, scratching a little, then flexed his shoulder and rotated his head.
Bonnie’s mouth went dry. In something of a rasp, she asked, “What are you doing?”
“It’s a bit warm out here.” He glanced down at her. “And I’m a little stiff.”
So saying, he turned to head inside and Bonnie caught sight of a bruise on his ribs.
“David .” She was out of her chair in a flash, catching his arm and holding him still. “What happened to you here?”
He looked down at the darkening flesh she indicated. “Nothing serious. Just bruised myself a little when I went to check on the engine.”
Wishing she could soothe him, even heal him, her fingertips grazed over his warm skin. “I’m sorry.” she said softly.
His gaze stayed on her face, piercing and bright. “No problem, Bonnie. You getting hungry?”
She jerked, but she didn’t reply. Instead she took an automatic step toward him. Good Lord, the man oozed sex appeal. She couldn’t help it. Right now, he was wearing gray low-slung drawstring shorts, and nothing else. She stared at his feet. They were big, sprinkled with dark hair, narrow, and as sexy as the rest of him. Right now, braced apart as they were, he seemed to have planted himself firmly against opposition. Hers? Not likely. Not when everything about him appealed to her.
Slowly, Bonnie allowed her attention to climb upward, taking in every inch of his body.
Muscular, very hairy calves, nice knees. Incredible thighs. Her heart raced. She already knew firsthand how strong his thighs were since she had watched him for days. Swallowing, she looked higher still and saw the hem of his shorts, hanging to midthigh.
A little higher and she saw… Oh my. Bonnie blew out a breath that sounded part whistle, part exclamation, and not in the least ladylike. Under normal circumstances, she would have been appalled at herself. But the soft cotton molded to his sex. Breathing became more difficult. As an intelligent, educated and modern woman, and as one who had recently read some informed books on the subject, she knew size didn’t matter. So why did it feel like a volcano of heat had exploded inside her? As she stared at him, unable to draw her gaze away, something twitched. Her brows lifted. Fascinated, she watched as David became semi erect . She put a hand to her throat.
David, blast him, never moved. Deciding it might be safer to move away from him than keep staring at him, Bonnie looked at his hard abdomen. That didn’t help one iota. The hair around his navel and the silky trail below it appeared soft, tempting her to touch it. She wanted to so badly, but would that be crossing the line? At the moment, did she care? How could any woman remain rational when faced with such provocation? Almost from the start, she’d wanted David . Every day the feeling had grown stronger. Other than her acute sense of caution, there were no real reasons for waiting.
She moved toward him.
David made a gruff sound of expectation. Savoring the moment, she put her hands on his sides, luxuriating in the feel of hot smooth skin drawn taut over firm muscle. Experimentally, Bonnie caressed him, her thumbs inward to trace over the sleek muscles slanting toward his groin.
She looked at his face. He was rigid, flushed, waiting. “I want to touch you, David.” she said.
“Do.”
One simple word that somehow sounded so provocative. When she looked again, she saw that he now had a full erection. Very full. Just from her touching his waist? Intrigued, she asked, “You like this?”
“Fuck. Yeah.” He drawled out the words, husky and deep.
Emboldened, she slid her hands around his back near the very bottom of his spine, close to his sexy muscled tush. The position brought her closer to his chest and she inhaled deeply. “You smell so good, David.”
He leaned forward, pressed his mouth to her temple, and whispered, “Is that really where you want to touch me, Bonnie?”
Her nose brushed his soft chest hair when she shook her head. She liked that, so she did it again. “No.” she said.
“I didn’t think so.”
Deciding to try pure honesty, she said, “We’re outside….”
“No one can see us.”
“But still…”
“I’m a man, not a schoolboy. I can control myself. Nothing happens unless you say so. Feel free to touch all you want and to stop when you want.”
Her heart expanded. Such an incredibly generous offer. Such an incredibly generous man. She tipped her face up. “Will you kiss me while I do it?”
His expression hardened and his voice went low and rough. “My pleasure, baby.”
This kiss felt different. Bonnie hadn’t realized he’d been holding back, that there were so many nuances to kissing until that moment when she felt all his carnal intent in the way he devoured her mouth. It was an eating kiss, hot and hard and overwhelming. He would make love to her now–she understood that and reveled in the reality.
Again and again, his tongue sank past her parted lips and into her mouth, stroking seductively. She felt consumed. That was enough of a distraction that David had to nudge himself forward into her belly to remind her of what she wanted, of what he wanted. Bringing her hands around, she first toyed with his navel. His abdomen had grown rigid, the muscles clearly defined, growing more so as she touched him until he felt like granite with no give to his flesh at all. The hair there was just as silky as she’d imagined.
Breathing hard, her awareness suspended, she encountered the waistband of his shorts, the ultrasoft cotton material and finally the long, solid length of his penis. They both groaned.
David’s fingers tightened and he lifted his mouth away to gulp for air. Keeping his forehead against hers, he encouraged her by saying, “That’s it. Damn, Bonnie …” And he groaned again, harsh and broken.
Bonnie could have spent an hour just exploring him. On so many levels, he fascinated her, the freedom he allowed, his open response. Her fingertips trailed up his length, measuring him, then back down again–and she felt the shuddering response of his body. Driven by curiosity, she cupped beneath his shaft, cradling his heavy testicles in her palm and heard him hiss in a breath.
“Easy.” His long fingers gripped her upper arms.
“Like this?”
“Yeah.” His grip loosened, caressed, encouraged.