Wild: Savannah Heirs
Page 28
“Don’t get cocky, Mr. Salvador.”
He growled and yanked me against him again, nipping my bottom lip, and his hands squeezed my ass. “I love it when you go all hot older nurse on me.”
“Yeah? Should I administer a sponge bath to you, Mr. Salvador?”
He groaned and tipped his head back. “Fuck, Majesty. You’re going to have me hard again.”
I leaned in close, nearly letting my lips touch his. But before he could kiss me, I moved away, feathering my breath over his cheek. I looked at him with a smirk, pressing my breasts against his chest. “Maybe that’s the way I always want you,” I purred huskily, making his brown eyes go hooded with hunger. My hands danced over his sides before dipping under his shirt so I could feel his hot, hard abs beneath my fingertips.
“Maybe I want you begging for my mouth,” I whispered in his ear, my tongue darting out to lick just below.
He shivered. “Fuck, yes.”
I turned my head and slowly, so slowly, leaned in closer, until my mouth was just a breath away from his. And then I licked his goddamn nose.
I pulled back in triumph, my eyes lit with amusement as I watched him blink in surprise, the lust being replaced first with confusion, and then with mirth. “You licked my nose,” he said dryly.
“Yep,” I said with glee, popping the p. “Payback.”
“Hmm,” he hummed under his breath as he swiped his nose. “Payback isn’t a bitch. She’s just a wild ass girl who needs to be taught a lesson.”
At the look in his eye, I squealed and tried to make a run for it, but he was on me in a second, scooping me up in his arms and tossing me over his shoulder.
I was laughing so hard tears were pricking my eyes as he held a hand over my butt, ensuring I didn’t flash the pigeons as he stomped us toward the house.
“Wait! My camera!”
He pinched me on the ass, making me squeal again. “Don’t worry. I’ll have Bonham get it.”
“Where are you taking me?” I giggled as he stormed through the house and to the front door.
“Home, mi amor. I’m taking you home.”
I smiled, happiness and love shining out of me. Because Luis? He was my home.
We were almost out the front door and to the car when the sound of a girl’s voice stopped Luis in his tracks. Setting me down, he tugged me around the corner of the living room until we found the source of the sound out in the hall.
“You can’t come over here, Eloise,” Bonham gritted just as Luis pushed me against the wall, hiding us from view.
I couldn’t see the girl, but I heard her shattered voice, could practically feel her disappointment in her tone. “One of these days, you’re going to pull your head out of your ass, Bonham Brodie. And I won’t always be here waiting,” the smooth Southern voice replied.
I tilted my head to peer around Luis and watch. I saw long brunette hair trailing down to her waist, stopping at the band of cut-off jean shorts that showed off long, slender legs.
“What the fuck did you say?” Bonham seethed, his body positioned in front of her so we could see his furious face.
There was a stand-off between them, and despite her shorter and more petite stature, she didn’t back down from Bonham’s glare.
“I said I’m not going to wait forever. By the time you realize what you want, I’ll be gone.”
He blinked at her. Their stand-off lengthened. Luis and I exchanged confused, worried looks.
And then Bonham shocked the hell out of me.
He wrapped that girl up in his arms and started to devour her. Trailing his hands down her back, he grabbed her ass as he consumed her lips, licking and nipping as she flung her arms around his neck and moaned. It was a short, passionate kiss. But I felt like a naughty voyeur for watching. Luis was coiled up in shock.
Bonham suddenly pulled back, breaking the kiss. His chest was heaving as he choked on lust and refusal. “Fuck, we can’t do this,” he rasped.
I saw the girl’s back tense, and then she reared back and slapped Bonham, the reverberating smack echoing throughout his massive, elegant house.
She spun around and waltzed right past us down the hall, stomping through the entryway and yanking open the front door without a second glance. When she slammed the door shut behind her, Luis let out a low whistle, garnering the attention of Bonham, who deflated on the spot.
“Shit. How much did you see?” Bonham asked as Luis guided me down the hall, where Bonham was now propped up against the panelled wall.
“Enough,” Luis replied. “Who is she?”
Curiosity was bubbling within me as I took in Bonham’s flustered expression. His eyes were wide and turbulent. His hair a mess from where she’d dug her fingers into his dirty blonde locks, and his cheek was beginning to bloom a bright shade of red from the slap of her hand.
Bonham glared at us, shaking his head with a curse. “Fuck. I guess there’s no avoiding this now,” he said before shoving his hands in his pockets and looking at us with a grimace. “She’s my stepsister.”
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