Bonnie quietly let herself into the master bedroom, biting down on her bottom lip in anticipation. She'd been inside of the massive suite a few times, but never alone with Damon. Jenna was gone to work.
She shut the door behind her, being extra careful and letting it close softly.
Damon was still in bed, asleep.
He was lying face down on his stomach with the sheets covering his lower half.
Bonnie moved across the room, her breath literally catching when she stood over the bed and saw him up close.
He looked so young lying there. It was amazing.
When his face was relaxed and not all hard and tensed up, Damon looked his age.
He was two years younger than Jenna, but somehow he seemed older than her. More experienced with life.
Bonnie's hand itched to touch his thick mane of black hair. It was free of any product and looked soft.
She was so used to seeing Damon looking coiffed and well put together, but she preferred this stripped down version of him.
Lying there all stretched out with his arms underneath the pillow beneath his head and lightly snoring, he looked like any other man.
Except ridiculously gorgeous.
Slipping off her flip flops, Bonnie climbed onto the bed.
She got on top of him, sliding her slender arms beneath his warm body, her legs bent on either side of him.
Bonnie kissed his left shoulder.
Damon groaned in his sleep, thinking it was Jenna and he said her name.
Bonnie tried not to giggle, snuggling in closer and kissing his neck this time.
She whispered into his ear. "Think slightly shorter, darker...sexier."
Damon jolted awake, his eyes shooting open. "Bonnie!"
His body twisted over, uprooting the girl off his back and causing her to slide onto the bed beside him.
"The one and only." She laughed.
Seizing the moment before he could get his bearings Bonnie quickly hopped back on top of him, straddling his hips.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Relax." Her hand sliding over his chest. "Jenna left for work ten minutes ago. It's just us."
His pecks flexed in response to her touch.
Damon rubbed his face, still trying to wake up.
"She said you were sleeping in this morning and not to disturb you for any reason. What's wrong, you're not feeling well?" She asked, reaching out to touch his forehead to see if he was running a fever.
She shift her body a little and suddenly froze, her head tilting to one side. "Are you naked under here?"
Not giving him a chance to answer she giggled as she moved to get off him, grabbing a fistful of the sheets, wanting to see.
Damon stopped her in her tracks, one hand grasping her wrist while the other settled on her tiny waist forcing her back down.
"Behave yourself."
Bonnie's pouted prettily.
Damon's eyes dropped to her mouth.
He had the strongest urge to draw that little plump bottom lip of hers into his mouth and suck on it.
Better yet, bite it.
Bonnie was getting to him.
That one taste of her was a serious mistake because now he wanted more.
And what was so messed up about this entire thing was that Damon knew Bonnie was trying to play him in order to get back at her sister and thing was...he didn't care.
Not anymore.
Not after that kiss.
Damon made no promises to Jenna. She knew exactly what she was getting herself into. He was upfront with her from the beginning, making it clear that he would not be tied down. They had an open relationship. There would be no marriage or babies and Jenna said that she was fine with that, but that was in the beginning when it was all about the sex and then somewhere down the line Jenna fell in love with him.
Looking back on everything, maybe it wasn't a good idea allowing her to move into his home because it probably gave her hope that she could change him.
Jenna was getting older and most of her friends where getting engage or already married and Damon could see in her eyes that she was ready for all of that too.
As each day passed into the next, it was getting more and more complicated between them.
And now to make things even worse, enter Bonnie.
The catalyst to his entry into hell if he decided to cross that line with her.
Yep, he would definitely burn for that. Suffer eternal damnation if he was to give in to his desires and fuck her.
From the moment Bonnie entered his home, Damon felt like he was being tested.
The girl was a feast for the eyes.
He literally had to force himself not to look at her and when he did, he was sure to never allow his blue orbs to fall pass her slender neck.
But she never made it easy for him as she traipsed around the house in her skimpy little tank tops and short shorts.
Bonnie was a hot little number and she knew it.
There was no shame in her game and she used her sex appeal like a weapon.
And now that weapon was aimed in his direction, fully loaded and cocked, ready to fire.
"Why can't I see?" She asked, still pouting.
Damon blinked.
He was inside of his head thinking.
But now Bonnie had his full attention again and he watched as a sly smile crept across her pretty mouth.
"What's the matter... embarrassed?" She teased.
Damon's brows quirked up. "Excuse me?"
For some odd reason, she became serious, no longer smiling.
"Hey, it's okay. I don't care if you're small. Things like that don't matter to me. It's not important."
Damon's eyes widened and he had to choke back his laughter, but couldn't quite hide the smile on his face.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I don't care about stuff like that. So you don't have to be embarrassed with me, okay?"
She sounded so genuine trying to put him at ease. Releasing her wrist, he linked his fingers through hers.
Damon didn't even realize that he was doing it because he was looking at Bonnie's face.
She looked so fucking pretty this morning with her hair up in one of those little top knots and she was wearing the nautical blue and white striped romper she got from Wal-Mart.
Damon liked the look on her. She looked stylish and classy. Older. But in a good way.
Come to think of it, all the clothes she bought at Wal-Mart had been like this and he realized that she was trying to dress nicer for him.
Damon sat up, putting his arms around Bonnie and holding her close as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling the clean, fresh scent of her.
His warm breath tickled against her skin. She chuckled in confusion, her brows pulling together at his odd behavior, but she accepted his affection.
"You look very pretty this morning." He told her, wanting Bonnie to know that he noticed her efforts.
Damon pulled back, reaching up to caress her cheek, his eyes falling to her mouth and he licked his own lips in response to how sweet and ripe hers looked.
He knew what she tasted like now.
He knew the feel of her sweet lips pressed against his.
He'd stroked her tongue with his own and swallowed her every moan.
Knowing he had to be confusing her with all of these mixed signals, Damon didn't care. Hell, he was confused himself.
But he just wanted one more taste of her and then he would stop.
"Come here." He uttered softly, slightly tilting his head and leaning in to capture her lips.
The kiss was slow and intense.
Bonnie had to brace her hands against Damon's bare chest when his tongue came out to play.
He licked the roof of her mouth before completely having his way with her.
Bonnie moaned continuously, loving how he devoured her whole.
Her hands moved up into his hair as she pressed her body closer to his.
When Bonnie began to gyrate her hips against him that's when Damon pulled back, putting a stop to the madness that was taking over him.
"No. Don't." She breathed, searching for his mouth and kissing him once more.
Damon wanted to fuck Bonnie so bad.
But something was stopping him from crossing that line.
Maybe it was because he knew once he did it there would be no going back.
So far, he hadn't done anything too terrible. What was a kiss or two? That was nothing.
When Bonnie finally pulled away from him for some much needed air, her green eyes were full of desire. "I want you so much that it hurts."
Damon knew the feeling. His body was on fire for her as well.
"Then we need to stop." He responded.
Damon's poker face was on ten. That's how unaffected he looked. But on the inside, it was another story.
"W-What...but I, I don't understand? I know you want me too... I can feel your dick getting hard."
Damon's jaw tensed at her vulgar words.
Shit, Bonnie thought to herself when she saw it happening. Now was not the time to piss him off.
"Okay relax Damon, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"You're right, you shouldn't have." And suddenly he was lifting her off of him.
The seventeen year old was shocked by his strength.
But that was nothing compared to when Damon slide out of the bed, standing to his feet and turned around to face her.
Bonnie's jaw literally dropped open.
Because from the waist down, there was absolutely nothing that Damon Salvatore had to be embarrassed about.
Bonnie's eyes flickered back up to his face.
He was staring at her, his blue eyes penetrating.
"Now go back to your room like a good little girl...because you're definitely not ready for a man like me."