21—No to That Magic, Yes to This Magic
Bonhi stepped inside into the dining area, hyper-aware of Dallas behind her. She stopped and faced him, her heart beating fast when their eyes met.
“You should go with me to the magical house,” he said. “You’ll like it. You might have a-a—” He shook his head and repeated, “You’ll like it.”
“There's a magical house?”
“Yeah. It’s made of white marble and it’s the fanciest thing you ever saw. It’s out in the forest.”
Bonhi sighed. “It sounds like a fairy tale.” She wanted to know all about it, but she didn’t ask. Instead she said, “I have clients, and court, and meetings, and situations, and office rent to pay. I don’t have time.”
“This weekend?”
She shook her head.
He moved in closer and she lifted her face to his, taking in his gorgeous eyes and his sexy lips.
“Next weekend?”
She shook her head again. He put his arms on either side of her, bracing himself against the wall and leaning in. She put her hands on his arms and licked her lips.
He grazed his lips against hers, sending her body into overdrive. She chased him, but he pulled back.
“To be clear,” he rumbled, “You’re saying ‘no’ to the magical house and ‘yes’ to kisses.”
“That's right,” she panted. “No to anything magic-related, but… yes…” Her eyes slid closed and her voice trailed off as she anticipated his kiss. “Yes to you…”
His lips touched hers with something like an electric shock.
She gasped, then sighed into his mouth while his tongue explored her softly.
He tasted like mint and smelled like the forest. All of her mind's objections went tumbling away as her body said, ‘yes, Dallas, yes.’ He kissed her collarbone, grasping her shoulders roughly and pressing her against the wall.
“You can stay,” she gasped out.
“Aven and Dakota?” he rumbled deliciously against her neck.
“They can sleep in the guest bedroom.”
Dallas gripped her tightly and took her mouth again. He plunged his hands into her hair, pulling it, gathering it, running his fingers through it.
“I've been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you,” he purred, making her weak.
He kissed her again, gathering her hair into a ponytail and using it to pull her head back, while he trailed fiery kisses across her shoulders and neck.
She shivered and grasped at him, pulling him closer, feeling consumed and overpowered.
“Where will I sleep?” he growled.
Bonhi stiffened. Dallas released her hair, then pressed her into the wall, kissing her neck, while she tried to figure out if she was ready to sleep with him. Her body was willing, but did she want the complication? She could tell by the way he touched her that he would make it worth her while…
Bonhi melted into his powerful presence as he held her close and plied her with kisses. She breathed in his exotic, woodsy scent and pictured the black jaguar that he could become, realizing if she didn’t follow this wherever it led, she’d regret it for the rest of her life.
“With me.”
Dallas kissed Bonhi with single-minded purpose.
Please her. Mark her. Meld with her. She shivered and sighed, her hands winding through his hair, making his scalp tingle.
He kissed his way back to her lips, swallowing the sweet sounds she made.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, crushing her to him, then he picked her up, testing his balance on the prosthesis. He was good.
He carried her to the stairs and set her down at the bottom, then pressed her into the wall and kissed her again.
Her hands snaked around his middle, and she responded to his kisses with soft sighs that stirred his lust. The woman was hot and sexy as hell.
His dick was rock-hard in his pants for the first time in for-fucking-ever.
He had no idea how sex would go with his prosthesis, but he’d figure it out, if they got that far.
He planned on enjoying every step of the way, just in case they didn’t. He pressed her into the wall and took her mouth with his tongue like he was fucking her for real, showing her exactly what it would be like.
In the backyard, Dakota laughed, making Dallas freeze, then lift his head.
Bonhi started up the steps. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said, her voice soft and lovely and he wanted to hear her talk more…
but he also wanted to fuck her until she screamed his name.
He followed her eagerly, holding her hand, favoring his prosthesis.
She led him to her room. It was large and her bed sat in one corner, covered with a purple bedspread and pillows.
Bonhi walked across the room to the bathroom and said, “I’ll be right out, make yourself comfortable.”
Dallas watched her until the bathroom door closed, then he sat in a recliner near a bookshelf. His leg ached and he hadn’t realized it until now. He leaned back, leaving plenty of room for his stiffie, glad it was sticking around through the pain.
Dallas straightened his leg, then let it relax, looking around, hearing water running in the bathroom.
Next to him on a small table was a stack of books.
He picked up the top one. Taltos by Anne Rice.
Underneath it were The Witching Hour, and Lasher, also by Anne Rice.
Dallas opened to the bookmark in Taltos, which was near the end.
He read a random line from the book: “I have learned to live with a profound loneliness. I forget about it for years and years. Then it surfaces, the desire to be placed in context by somebody else. The desire to be known, understood, evaluated morally by a sophisticated mind.”
“Whoa, heavy,” Dallas muttered. He shut the book with a snap and put it back down.
The bathroom door opened and Dallas looked that way.
Bonhi stood there, her hair pulled over one shoulder, wearing a purple silk pajama set with flowy pants that stopped just below the knees, and a tank top rimmed with black lace that hung off her breasts deliciously.
“Hi,” he said with a growly purr in a way he’d never done before, like his motor was running.
She reacted with surprise at the noise but seemed pleased. She smiled and moved closer, putting her hand on his shoulder. Her touch enlivened him, and he caught her hand and kissed it, then pulled her to sit on top of him, his hands going to her soft hips.
She straddled him with her hips raised and kissed him on the lips hesitantly, not with the panting hot urgency she had earlier.
“We’re moving fast,” Bonhi murmured.
“Too fast?” he asked.
She shook her head no, but said, “Maybe.”
Dallas removed his hands from her hips and put them on the arm of the chair.
“How ‘bout this?” he asked. “You can touch me, I won’t touch you until you ask me to.” He caught her eye.
“And if it doesn’t happen tonight, I’m perfectly fine with that.
I’m interested in you, Bonhi, not what you might or might not do with me tonight. ”
Bonhi shivered, meeting his eyes as if looking for the truth there.
He settled back into the chair and gripped the arm rests. “I’m good with anything,” Dallas said. He nodded at his stiff dick in his pants. “Im just happy to be in the game.”
She laughed and lowered gently onto his lap. “Is this okay?” she asked.
Dallas ground into her from below, lifting her a few inches in the air, saying, “Don’t be scared to hurt me, baby.”
Bonhi smiled and held onto his shoulders.
He lowered her and she dropped her head for a kiss.
He kissed her softly, gripping the arm rests so he wouldn’t forget.
He loved her little noises, and the way she moved on him.
It felt good and distracted him almost completely from the ache in his leg, letting his mind unravel in ease.
He set a slow pace and a soft rhythm, feeling as if they were the only two people on earth.
She smelled sweet, like flowers riding the night breeze, and she tasted sweeter, like she was made out of cake…
or his mind was playing lovely tricks on him.
She pulled at his shirt.
“Want this off?” he asked. She nodded, so he pulled it over his head, then returned his hands to the chair.
“Oh,” Bonhi said, her fingers going straight to his chest hair. Her touch felt divine and sent ripples through him that soothed his leg.
Dallas growled, laser-focusing on sweet, soft Bonhi. They locked eyes.
“Pants, too,” Bonhi commanded.
Dallas raised his eyebrows. Bonhi nodded and lifted off him. Dallas took off his boots, unzipping them down the sides and easing his prosthesis out, then he stood and undid his belt. Off the pants went into the corner. Bonhi’s eyes went straight to his cock, straining at his boxers.
“Yum,” she said.
Dallas sat, chuckling softly and she looked up, surprised. “Oh, did I say that out loud?”
“I think so.”
She climbed back on top of him, leaning in for a kiss, but not touching their lower bodies together.
Dallas kissed her single-mindedly, in heaven.
The house was quiet around them, while he took her top lip, then her bottom lip, and their tongues gently touched, sending heat pounding through him.
Bonhi lowered onto him slowly. Dallas gritted out a stuttering sigh at the contact.
His cock hardened more, straining and throbbing.
He kept his arms in position, his full attention on Bonhi, and what she was doing.
She ground onto him, and pleasure surged.
He realized this was going to be over embarrassingly quick.
“Bonhi,” he choked out. “It’s been a long time for me.”