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

my own hip bones, the pain subsided and all that was left was the delicious sensation of being really full. Almost too full.

Bonham ran his hand down my side, over my hip and leg until he could hitch that knee up to his side.

Suddenly, I was much fuller.

The sounds of our ragged breathing filled the room and while neither of us was screaming in the throes of passion, I was grateful he’d waited until the apartment was empty. His thrusting increased speed. Our bodies smacked together and there was another sound that I didn’t want to think about but maybe would ask him about. Maybe not.

He made these little sounds against my neck. Something between a grunt and a groan. A noise I wanted to remember forever. When he stopped moving as he bit down on my shoulder—not enough to hurt—I knew that we were done.

That was so much better than I’d ever expected.

“You OK?” he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing that spot right behind my lobe.

“Uh-huh.” I couldn’t form many words yet. Didn’t have the breath to make it happen. “I just… bathroom,” I was finally able to squeak out.

He chuckled then rolled off me.

I scurried to the bathroom and did a little clean up. I’d read that women were always supposed to use it after sex to help prevent UTIs. He was there when I opened the door. Our naked bodies touched as we slid by each other.

While he was in there doing his thing, I ran my hands through my hair and snagged his shirt off the floor then let it fall over my head. It was large enough to fall below my ass. Then I climbed into his bed, where we’d just had sex. Smiling to myself, I brushed my fingers over my bottom lip.

It was like I could still feel him.

That was where I was, snuggled down in his bed when he came out. I’m really glad that Delaney was going to tell my parents that I was staying at a friend’s house because I really didn’t want to go home after this.

Bonham didn’t go around the other side of the bed like I thought he would. That was where he’d been lying when we’d first finished and was the entire reason I’d decided to face that way. Instead, he climbed in behind me, spooning my back to his front. He slipped an arm around my waist, then up my stomach and chest before squeezing me to him. His hand rested beside my neck.

“You got dressed?”

“Not really.” I wondered for a second if my voice sounded different, but that was a stupid thing to think about. “I just grabbed your shirt off the floor. I hope that’s OK.”

His lips pressed against my temple. “More than OK. You feel all right?”

I nodded and sighed. “More than all right.”

“Good.” The silence grew between us to the point where I began to question if he’d fallen asleep. “That was amazing, Jurnie. It was an amazing gift that you gave me.”

My eyes popped open as I tried to parse what he was saying. Gift? My virginity was a gift? Was that what this had all been about for him?

“Uh… I’m not sure what you mean.”

Before answering me, Bonham climbed over my body to lie on the other side so we were facing each other. He hadn’t gotten dressed at all.

“The trust you put in me. That’s an amazing gift and I hope I prove to you I deserved it.”

“The trust?”

He nodded as his hands continued to move over me. He didn’t settle in one spot and instead slid over me like he was memorizing my body. It wasn’t even in a sexual way.

“The trust,” he confirmed. “The first time can be weird for most people and I think that you need to really trust someone, especially if you’re not some dumb teenager who’s only obsessed with losing your virginity.”

“Was that you?” I asked with a smile. I could imagine it, though his personality said otherwise.

“Fuck no. I was terrified. Van, on the other hand… Anyway. I didn’t want you to be terrified and the fact that you trusted me to make sure you were OK….” He bit his bottom lip and shook his head. “That means a lot to me.”

Oh. That was different. “Well, you’re welcome then. And I wasn’t terrified. Wasn’t even nervous. I forgot that it was supposed to hurt the first time. That’s how at ease you made me.”

His eyes fluttered closed and he took a breath. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really.” I shrugged. “I mean, sure, it was uncomfortable at first, but otherwise, I just felt really full. Of you.”

Now he groaned and dropped his forehead to mine. “Please tell me you’re staying the night.”

“I’m staying the night if you want me to.”

“Want you to? Girl, please. If I could convince you, you’d be coming on tour with me.”

My breath got stuck in my throat. Was that an offer? I couldn’t take him up on it, of course. I had school and the internship and I wanted to talk to my advisor about the idea of switching my major and how much that would put me behind.

Eventually, I was going to have to face my parents.

“I know you can’t,” he continued. “But fuck, the idea of leaving you the day after tomorrow sucks balls.”

“Wednesday it’ll be one week since we met.”

“One week since you stole my fucking heart.”

A thousand fingers tapped their way across my body as I tried not to smile too widely. I’d stolen his heart. This man who had a plethora of choices before him. Knowing that did nothing to curb my worry about what would happen once he was back on tour.

“How are you handling your parents?” He was lightly trailing his fingertips up and then down my arm.

“Delaney is handling them tonight. Telling them I’m staying at a friend’s.”

“So lying.”

I shrugged. “Not really, right? We’re friends aren’t we?”

He chuckled quietly then pulled me in even tighter. “Yeah, I suppose