“Did you come in here to fight with me?”
She gave a half eyeroll. “And to thank you for last night. You left before I could wake up and say it this morning.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” he said quietly.
She touched his arm. “I feel like I do.”
He glanced down at her small fingers on his arm. Not that he needed to see them. One touch and he felt her everywhere. One touch and his body betrayed him. Did that thing where it got fucking hot and his defenses folded like paper in the rain.
Then her gaze lowered to his lips, and he didn’t know what the hell happened.
One second, she was in front of him, the next, someone moved—he didn’t know who—and they were kissing, their mouths crashing together.
There was no hesitation in the kiss. She parted her lips and he dove right in, letting the taste of her blur out the world that had been pressing on his chest all day.
He swept his arms around her waist and tugged her closer, her front pressing against him. And even that, the small shift of her body into his, caused a complete quieting of every frustration and anger that had been weighing on him.
She silenced it. Dulled it. Changed it.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She fit so perfectly in his arms, like this was the only place she was meant to be.
Her hair was soft as he slipped the fingers of one hand through her locks. He deepened the kiss, absorbing every moan and whimper that escaped from her throat.
What the hell was it with Bonnie? She made him want her like he’d never wanted anything or anyone else. He burned for her.
Three big steps took them to the desk, where he deposited her. Then he was leaning over her body, her back touching the desk, legs still around his waist.
The slivers of pain from her fingers digging into his shoulders were in complete contrast to everything else she made him feel.
He slipped a hand beneath her shirt, and his palm slid up her stomach before he cupped her breast over the bra. Her whimper almost ended him there and then.
When he found the tight bud of her nipple, he ran his thumb over it in a circle, rewarded with more of those glorious feminine moans.
His cock was so hard it felt like stone. He was hurting for her. He actually fuckinghurt.
He tore his mouth from hers, tugged the shirt up, and lowered his head to take her nipple between his lips. Then he sucked, only the thin lace of the bra separating them.
Bonnie’s fingers dug into his hair, her core grinding against him. “Oh God, Zane.”
He wasn’t sure what it was. The way she said his name, her voice cutting through the quiet, or something else…but those three words suddenly tugged him back to reality.
The one where he had an enemy. One who somehow had a reach outside the four walls of his prison cell.
He lifted his head. “Shit, Bonnie.”
He didn’t rise immediately, instead touching his forehead to hers.
“Zane.” She cupped his cheek with her warm hand. “Are you okay?”
No. He was far from okay. He wanted things. He wantedher. But damn, Monty was fucking with him. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
Her body tensed beneath him. “Why not?”
Slowly, he forced himself up. He didn’t look into her eyes as he pulled her top down and gripped her upper arms to help her up. “It’s complicated.”
He stepped away from her, finally looking at her, seeing the confusion in her eyes.
“What’s complicated?” she whispered.
