Arching to her touch, he rested his forehead against hers. His own hands roaming over Bonnies soft skin. Squeezing his eyes shut briefly, as if losing himself to the sensations, to her, was to much. And hell, maybe it was. At the moment he didn't care if it was bonnie, and that it was wrong.
Yanking her closer for a rough kiss, he reached to fiddle with his belt. Moaning softly at her touch, at the kiss between them. Murmuring her name softly as he pulled her closer with another yank.