Caution: This chapter is slightly more mature than the previous ones
He grabbed her by the waist and tugged at the waistband of her pants, "I truly detest these sweatpants."
"And why is that?" Bonnie asked crossing her arms. He slowly smiled, not answering her, not wanting to admit that they hid her delectable figure a little too well. "I should have accidentally threw them in the fire or something", saying instead.
"Don't you dare touch my sweatpants", she warned him. His brow lifted and he tugged her waistband again, showing her that he was in fact already touching said sweatpants. She rolled her eyes and knocked his hand away. He was smiling even more now and he slid his hands in his pants pockets trying to hold his laugh in. She looked away from him in mirth and suctioned her cheeks between her teeth, her gaze gradually focusing back on him. They just stood there staring, her holding a breath in and he searing her with his gaze. He moved toward her and she quickly put a hand up on his abdomen, stopping his advancement. He looked down at her hand resting there and smiled a little. Enzo blinked up at her and waited. Bonnie swallowed, feeling her heart race, getting lost in the depths of his brown eyes. She clutched his shirt in her fist and was starting to pull him in closer, but she stopped, saucily smiling at him.
Enzo let Bonnie push him on the wall and her hands disappeared underneath his shirt, drifting them up. He tried to bend down to kiss her and she dodged it and grabbed his chin and shook her head. He began to say something and she placed her finger on his lips. He caught her finger and sucked it into his mouth while he fixed his eyes on her lips, which she began to bite. With her other hand underneath his shirt, she pinched his nipple and he set free her finger and wickedly grinned at her. Breathing heavily, she followed with her eyes, her finger slow descend from his mouth, chin, neck, chest and all the way to the bottom edge of his shirt. With Bonnie's other hand still beneath his shirt, she scraped her fingernails down his torso. Enzo's gaze darkened and tilted his head slightly to the side. Then she moved and started to pull the shirt up and over his head, he lifted his arms helping her, ripping it from his wrist and flinging it to the floor. Enzo clenched his jaw, restraining himself from devouring her.
Bonnie leaned forward and kissed him between the breast bone and he kept his arms by his side clutching his fists and closing his eyes. She looked up seeing his eyes closed "And I really don't like that shirt, but you don't hear me complaining about it all the time", she said placing her hands on his shoulders. He laughed and opened his eyes looking back at her. Her hands slid down to his hands loosening his fingers making him relax them. He brought his hands to her face "what is it that you do to me?" he said with hooded eyes. Bonnie took a hold of his wrists, and backed up a little to lift off her own shirt, exposing her purple bra. He took a deep breath staring at her breasts. Enzo was thinking she will always make his blood boil and it never ceased to amaze him. He will never get enough of her. He walked up to her staring intently into her eyes, kneeling down before her and her eyes followed. He kept his eyes on her as he went in to untie her pants string with his teeth. Bonnie couldn't help a shiver as her breathing picked up again. He grabbed the waist of her pants and slowly peeled them down. She stepped out of them and he gathered them up throwing them where his shirt landed. She giggled, but then gasped when she felt him sliding his hands up the back of her legs. As his hands approached the fold of her butt, she clutched his shoulders. Grabbing on to her butt, he pulled her in so he can kiss her tummy. Enzo looked up, hugging her to his body "On second thought, you can keep the sweatpants."
"Oh yeah?" she said with a breathy voice.
"Yeah, so I can rip them off of you every time I see you wearing them." He kissed up her stomach and between her breasts, before standing up. He circled around her, kissing her shoulder and neck. Bonnie reached back for his hands and brought them around her, making him grasp her breasts. He sighed into her neck and kneaded her breasts as she moaned, leaning back on him. Soon after, she turned around to face him and said "You're not keeping the shirt." She felt like she was on fire from the blaze in his eyes. She unbuckled his pants and pushed them down letting them drop to the floor, as he stepped out of them she pulled them out from him adding them to the pile.
"Whatever you say, love." He scooped her up, carrying her bridal style to the bedroom.
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