Ronald's diner

chapter 21

Ronald shut the door behind him and locked it.

"Welcome home, you." Bonnie greeted him with a warm hug, stepping into his arms.

"Boy, am I gla-" he began, but her lips shut him up in the most wonderful of ways.

Bonnie stretched up on her tiptoes, her body pressed firmly against him, arms around his neck, her mouth claiming his completely. Her lips were soft but demanding, and Ronald felt his knees go weak. He took hold of her hips, all but grinding against her as his need for her took control of his better judgment. The tiny gasp of pain she breathed into his mouth was enough to bring him out of the trance so that he pulled back slightly.

"Sorry." his voice soft.

Sucking her lower lip into her mouth, Bonnie savored the remnants of the kiss. She would never grow tired of this, of how he made her feel. She'd die before she let it go. This belonged to her and nobody else.

"Trust me, it was so worth it." looking up at him coyly, her teal eyes dark with desire.

He smiled and planted a smaller kiss on her forehead. "Guess this means you missed me, huh?"

Running a hand down his chest, she nodded. Her fingers felt how solid he was, how warm even though he'd just stepped out of the frigid night air. Deciding to tease him a little, with a wicked grin he couldn't see, she pressed her cheek to his chest, drawing circles on him with a finger. "Yep. Tara and I practiced that kiss all day so I could get it just right for you."

His sudden intake of breath declared a mission accomplished.

"You are pure evil woman." Ronald said in a voice threatening to crack.

Tilting her head up, chin on his chest, she gave him one of the most sultry looks he had ever seen on a woman. "Is that so?" Her hands roamed over his torso, then found their way under his shirt so she could enjoy the feel of his bare skin under her palms. She splayed her fingers wide, wanting to touch as much of him as possible, her hands slowly gliding up his back now. "What did I say that was so evil?"

Ronald hadn't even taken three steps into his apartment. Hell, he was still wearing his leather jacket, but he was already a prisoner to her whims. Oh, he was so going to have his hands full with Bonnie.

"You know damn well what?" brushing loose strands of her dark hair from her face with a finger. His other arm holding her to him. This time, he was careful of her incision.

The sultry look was instantly replaced by one of utter innocence. "What Ronald? I don't understand." Those beautiful teal eyes of hers captivating him. "Tell me, please?" drawing out the please in a way so cute it was criminal.

He was onto her now. "Not a chance. I'm not that dense." Grinning down at her.

Oh, so he wanted to play it that way, did he? Ok, well, Bonnie was just fine with that. She's given him a little taste of how well she could play too. "Aww, ok then." raking her nails down his back swiftly so he arched forward with a groan. "I thought the idea of me and Tara making out while you were gone had upset you." pulling her hands from under his shirt, she literally purred as she pressed herself against him, making sure her breasts lead the way. "We were so bored. We had to find something to do. I guess things just... got out of hand." her own hand reaching down to cup his crotch gently.

"Bonnie." he growled low in his throat, almost losing control at the feel of her small hand caressing him through his jeans.

She'd meant to tease him, to give him a little taste of things to come, but the moment her hand found the growing hardness trapped inside his pants, her plan had backfired. Now she was the one struggling against a desire so profound it frightened her. Oh god, he felt huge!