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

could.” Her hand settled over mine. “But I’ve never quit a thing in my life until now and I made a commitment. Not to mention I feel like I’m learning a lot just by being at the station.”

“Right. That makes sense.” I pulled into a parking spot at the hotel. Mack had chosen this one because it was nice and it was close to the arena. We didn’t need anything overly fancy, but I wanted this to be special for Jurnie. And we’d need room service because she’d said she didn’t want to leave the room until tomorrow. It was either room service or delivery because if I could keep her to myself, I would.

“Are you telling me that your classes for the Spring/Summer semester are the first things you haven’t completed?” I asked her.

“Yes. It’s not easy for me.”

Jurnie and I crossed the lobby to the elevator. The closer we got to our room, the harder it was for me to keep my hands off her. We weren’t alone in the elevator. Still, I had my arm wrapped around her waist and I trailed my fingers up the outside of her thigh, under her skirt.

Her hand wrapped around my wrist, which was enough to tell me I’d gone as far as I was going to get, given our location. Damn. Why weren’t we alone in this elevator?

Finally, fucking finally, I swiped the keycard to let us into our room on the fifth floor. I’d already been here, already made sure everything was set up and had brought some drinks and snacks in. Dinner would be ordered. Or fuck. Lunch. She’d just gotten out of work. Maybe she was hungry.

“Did you want to get some lunch?” I asked as I set her suitcase on the stand near the closet.

“No.” She shook her head while biting on that bottom lip with her arms crossed under her chest. If my girl was uncomfortable for any reason, I’d have to fix it.

I went over to her and rubbed my hands up her arms. “Something wrong?”

Her teeth bit into her bottom lip harder. I could barely see the white slivers against her pink lip. “Nothing’s wrong.”

I raised a brow. “You sure? We can go out if being here makes you uncomfortable.”

Jurnie snorted. It was the cutest thing I’d ever heard. “I’m definitely not uncomfortable.”

“Then what gives?”

Her cheeked flared this pretty pink color. “I’ve never… asked for what I want before.”

At first this confused me. Lunch? She’d asked for what she’d wanted several times before. It didn’t make sense. But wait, she’d said she didn’t want lunch, so what the fuck was she—Oh. Now I got it.

I leaned in, so close, our lips were almost brushing against each other. “What do you want, baby?”

Her throat strained as she swallowed hard. “I don’t want lunch.” Those beautiful dark green eyes focused on mine. “I mean I’ll probably want something to eat at some point.”

“But right now?” My voice barely above a whisper.

“You. I want you and I don’t know how to ask for it.”

One corner of my mouth turned up. “You just did.”

My lips hit hers, demanding that she respond and Jurnie didn’t let me down. Her fingers slid into my hair as I reached down and lifted her. With her in my arms, I shuffled over to the bed and sat on the edge.

Having her in my lap was a fucking dream. My sweet, timid little flower. Yet when we were in bed and naked, she didn’t act all that shy. The first time she’d taken my dick in her mouth… I knew she’d never done that before, but she’d dived in and gone for it.

I loved that about her.

We kissed more, our tongues battling it out for control, but when push came to shove, she gave that control to me. Never before in my life had I realized how much it meant when a woman like Jurnie did that… Trusted me enough to give in. I peeled her clothes off, mine too, as our hands roamed, touched all the places that I’d missed in our time apart.

When I finally got my mouth on her, while pushing her legs apart with my hands, it was like a fucking dream come true. Her body moved with me. Her hands fisted into the sheets on the bed. I’d pulled the blankets back, so the coolness met us. Once I knew she’d keep her legs open for me, I moved my hands over the rest of her body, cupping her breasts and running my thumb over her nipples. Actually, once I’d let go of her legs, they’d fallen open a little wider.

That was what I’d meant by her not acting all that shy.

Her legs tightened against my head as she came. The little moans and gasps that came from her were almost my undoing. Before I left the area, I sucked on the skin inside her thigh. She shuddered when my tongue gently touched her.

Hovering back over her, I said, “I’ve fucking missed you.”

She groaned. “You have no idea.”

“I think I do.”

Against what my body was telling me to do, I rolled off of her, grabbed a condom from my bag, then rolled it down me. Jurnie watched with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, her knees still wide, and if there were any mental picture I’d want to remember forever, it was this one.

Her hands came up my sides as I settled between her legs. My lips met hers again as I pushed inside her. We found our rhythm quickly and her breath caught in her chest when I raised her knee up so I could go deeper.

Initially, I’d thought about going slow, taking the time to savor her, but fuck, once I felt her, warm and wet, tightly wrapped around my cock, there was no going slow.

I was exploding in minutes and decided we’d just have to do it again.

I rolled away from her again, but this time,