Bonham (Pushing Daisies Book 3) by Heather Young-Nichols (the little red hen read aloud txt) 📗

pregnant, according to her, I would’ve led a more normal high school life. But I’m happy with how I turned out, so she shouldn’t feel bad.”

“I’m incredibly happy with how you turned out,” he said with his voice low.

“If that’s the case, how about instead of talking about my lack of sex life, you kiss me for a little while?”

Whoever this person I was when I was with him, I didn’t know her, but I sure loved the hell out of her.

“I can definitely accommodate that request.” He reached over and pulled me gently until I was straddling his lap. There was enough room that I didn’t even bump against the steering wheel. “Just so you know…” One of his hands was on my thigh, wrapping around until his thumb was at the hem of my shorts. “You can ask me anything you want if that makes you feel better.”

“Feel better how?” I curled my fingers around his hard shoulders.

He shrugged and my hand moved with it. “I don’t know. You just unloaded a lot of personal stuff because I asked you to. If it makes it easier for you, you can ask me anything personal that you want.”

That was a tempting proposition, but after thinking about it for thirty seconds, I decided against it. See, Bonham had experience and I assumed a lot of it. Experience I didn’t want to think about because that meant him with other women. Logically, I knew he had the past. I just didn’t what to know anything about it.

“I appreciate that,” I told him and meant it. I could ask him things if they came up. That meant something to me. “Now are you going to kiss me?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He threaded a hand into my hair and pulled me to him.

I snickered. “Already did.”

The last word was muffled by his mouth.

His lips were so damn soft as they moved against mine and he didn’t waste any time brushing his tongue against me so that I’d open for him. As our mouths worked overtime to get as close as we could, I began rhythmically moving my hips against him. Almost immediately, he was hard beneath my softness. When Bonham groaned into my mouth, my stomach dropped like I was on a roller coaster.

This was something I’d never experienced before. I’d kissed a bunch. A couple of guys had slipped a hand under my shirt. All consensual. But that was as far as I’d gone. Yet this, just kissing Bonham while his one hand scorched the skin on my thigh and the other held me at the nape of neck, it felt infinitely more intimate.

“You tell me if there’s anything you don’t want me to do,” he asked between kisses.

My eyes widened. “I—”

“I’m not going to try to have sex with you tonight, Jurnie, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I want to touch you if you want me to. I won’t if you don’t and we’ll keep kissing.”

I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. A new form of nervousness and urgency took the place of everything else I’d been feeling. Nervousness because I was clearly out of my depth here and urgency because I thought I wanted to dive in.

“I’m not having sex with you in my car. Not yet anyway. Even if I didn’t know you’re a virgin, I still wouldn’t want to do it here.”

“Why don’t we go to your apartment?” My face burned with embarrassment. I was basically asking the guy for sex after knowing him for three days.

He brought his hand around, brushed the hair from my shoulder, and kissed my neck. My head dropped back with a moan. Damn, that felt good.

“Van and Lexi are there tonight, but they’ll be going to see her family in Chicago soon. I’d rather wait until then. We wouldn’t have to worry about them being around.”

“That sounds fair,” I told him. Even though I tried to fight it, a tinge of feeling inadequate shouldered its way into my thoughts. “But… you’re not just saying that because you don’t want to, right? With me, I mean.”

Suddenly, both of his hands were on my hips and he was pushing me harder into his lap. Against his erection. His very hard erection.

“You can feel that. I know you can,” he told me. “That’s all you need as proof that what you just said is crazy. Jurnie, I’ve barely known you, yet you’re wrapping me around your little finger. I’m falling for you, baby. Literally the only thing keeping me from fucking you right now is that we’re in this damn car.”

For some women, his words would’ve come off harsh or brash. For me, I was pretty sure my panties just got gushingly wet.

“Well, when you put it like that…”

Then we were kissing again. His hands pushed up my shirt, cupping my breasts as his thumbs slid over my nipples. Damn wearing a bra.

Didn’t matter, though. He was still touching me more intimately than anyone else ever had. We were like that for a long time. Even with the air conditioning running, the windows fogged up.

It was like I wasn’t myself with Bonham. I was more like the person I thought I wanted to be.

“Come here,” he murmured into my ear, then he moved me so I was sitting sideways on his lap with my feet in the passenger seat.

“What are you doing?”

“Tell me to stop if you want me to.”

He popped the button on my shorts and my heart tripped over itself. He’d said we weren’t having sex in his car, but he was intent on doing something. Once he got my pants loosened enough, he slid his hand inside.

All at once, every one of my muscles tightened, my legs closed against his hand.

“Stop or keep going?” he asked.

It wasn’t even a question for me. “Keep going.”

With my permission, he worked his way in, pushing my legs apart all at the same time. He didn’t hesitate going beneath my panties and