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Detours (Part 3 of 3)

Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

standing there just like he was at forest clearing by the grotto, only this time he wasn’t just bare chested. He stood there before her in bare feet and without any pants from what she could tell with only a white motel towel he held wrapped his waist. “Oh,” Bonnie breathed, feeling her heart flutter. A tidy grin pulled at the edge of his lip. He nodded aside to his things in the bathroom. “Everything’s wet.” Bonnie nodded, or perhaps her chin just trembled. “Yeah,” she said, “Sorry… I should have let you in sooner.” Donovan shrugged. “It’s okay.” She forced an awkward grin and rolled her eyes. “I should have just let you share the room from the beginning, I mean,” she chuckled uneasily, continuing to talk to him as he stood at the other end of the room. “We could have gotten a room with two beds easily enough.” As he tucked the edges of the towel in along his waist, he looked at the bed and then back at her. “There’s only one bed in this one.” She froze, suddenly realizing the corner she had painted herself into. Slowly, Donovan took a step towards her. “You want to ask the office to change rooms?” Bonnie frowned, her mind whirling. She hated changing rooms at a hotel, it was always such a hassle. She sucked in her lips as she thought, Well, if there ever was a good time to change a room... “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Won’t bother.” “I could try pulling those two chairs together, sleep on those,” he said, taking another step. She glanced at the two mismatched, ... small wooden chairs by the window. It made her chuckle inwardly imagining this guy perched between them like some giant fish on a spit. “I don’t think that would work,” she mocked. Donovan tilted his head down, raising his brows and nodding towards the floor. Bonnie frowned, her feet shifting on the squishy carpet. “Ew...no,” she said, “I wouldn’t lie on this.” He moved within a yard of her and stopped. Her eyes shifted upward to look up at him. His towering, broad frame blocked out the dull light in the room, casting a shadow across Bonnie from her nose to her feet. Her breathing intensified as he gazed deeply at her and her hands drifted to her belly, touching it lightly with her fingers trying to quell the butterflies beginning to stir there. “So,” he said, “What do we do, Bonnie?” Outside, the rain continued to fall, the wind rattled the windows, and the thunder rumbled overhead. Bonnie was unaware of any of it. Her space had collapsed to a radius of exactly one yard and it was being invaded in the most provocative of ways. She remained still even as Donovan took another half step slowly towards her. She was completely in his shadow now. He raised a confident, heavy hand towards her face and teased aside loose strands of her blonde hair. He curled his fingers and ran his knuckles against her cheek with a surprising gentleness. “What do we do?” he repeated. Bonnie didn’t move as he continued to brush her face with his knuckles and fingertips. Donovan’s touch set off a storm ...