It was a while later before Bunny noticed that Peter needed another beer. As Chris pulled one, she drew little hearts on her tray. “I think he likes me. Not like those other guys.”
“See, sweetie.” Chris nodded his head. “Not everyone cares about your past.”
Bunny’s head jerked up. “He knows?”
“Shit.” The blond rubbed his chin. “He asked about you last night, and before I knew it, I’d told him everything. I’m sorry.”
Bunny felt like her heart was bleeding. Peter was like all the rest, after one thing. And if he could get laid doing it, well that was just an added bonus. Anger swept through her, driving out any lingering passion. “Give me his beer.”
Taking a deep breath, she strolled back to Peter’s table.
He lifted his eyes to her face with a grin. “I wondered when you’d be back.”
“Do you still want to go home with me?” Bunny leaned over, noting how his gaze went straight to her cleavage.
Peter had trouble breathing. Her breasts were so soft and silky looking. “Uhhh, yeah.”
“And I suppose you want to get to know me a little better.” she murmured while running a finger over his bottom lip.
“Yeah, baby.” Peter clenched his fists to keep from touching her. He wasn’t sure why she’d changed her tune so fast, but he was more than willing to play the song.
“And afterwards … we can talk. Really go … deep … into what each other is about?” Bunny slid her bottom onto the table so her thigh was pressed up against his arm.
“Deep … real deep,” he managed.
She nodded and ran her free hand through his short black hair, mussing it even more than it was. “You’ll probably want to know all about me. All the intimate details of my past. The robbery, my arrest …”
Peter blinked, wondering where she was going with this. But her hands felt so good. “Anything you want, honey.
“So you’ll take anything I have to give you?”
She smiled down at him, in a way that made him suddenly want to bolt for cover.
He stilled. “Yeah.”
“Good.” She stood abruptly. “Then let me start with this.” Lifting her hand, she dumped his beer on his head. The room exploded in laughter, but Bunny didn’t stick around for the applause. She tossed the cup at him and hurried into the back.
Peter swore and wiped the beer from his face. What had happened to turn the sweet little kit into a rabid doe?
“Here.” Chris stood in front of him with a towel.
Peter took it and scrubbed his head. “What the fuck was that about?”
“My fault, I’m afraid.” Chris sighed. “I made the mistake of telling her you knew about the bank and her arrest.”
“I told you she’s pretty sensitive about it. What I didn’t tell you was that all the guys who’ve come on to her since it happened … well, they only did it for one reason.”
Peter swore ripely. “The money.”
“Yep. Thank good ol’ Dex over there. When she told him she didn’t know where the money was, he told her that was all she was good for. Turned her off of the whole dating thing.” He glanced at the back room. “She probably thought that since you were new in town, you’d see her for what she is. A great gal.”
Peter thought about all the money he had stored in the Easter Village Savings and Loan. He was the richest rabbit in the valley. “I don’t need the money. It wasn’t about that.”
“You know that, and I know that, but Bunny …”
Peter swore again. So much for easy. Standing, he pushed past Chris. “Watch the front for her. I’m gonna go talk to her.”
“Now just a minute …”
Peter stopped, controlling his rapidly escalating temper. He knew Chris was just trying to protect his friend. “I’m not going to hurt her. I promise.”
Chris narrowed his eyes in a way that made Peter hope the bartender was on his side. Chris was built pretty strong. “I’ll be close by. If I hear anything …”
Peter lifted his hands. “I’ll be careful.”
Turning, he made his way into the back, ignoring the catcalls of all the bar patrons. His eyes swept over the kitchen, but no Bunny. His sensitive ears heard a noise, and he saw a door slightly cracked open in the corner of the room. When he pushed it open, his heart sank. She leaned against the office wall, her knuckles in her mouth as she fought against tears. She wasn’t being successful; a trail of them slipped down her soft cheeks.
Peter sighed and walked toward her. Bunny’s head shot up in surprise, and her eyes flared hot as she wiped at the tears. “You’re not supposed to be back here.”
Peter’s temper rose again. Her tears had dried, but her anger hadn’t lessened. “I’m not going anywhere until you listen to me.”
“You have nothing to say that I want to hear.” She moved to walk around him.
“I don’t want the fucking money …”
Bunny stopped dead. “Not want …” Then her eyes narrowed. “Sure.”
Peter swore. “I have more money than I know what to do with. I don’t need yours.”
Bunny felt like tearing her hair out. “It’s not mine!”
“A matter of speech!” Peter roared. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her … hard. “I didn’t know about the money before I got here. I don’t care about the money now. What I care about is standing in front of me. If you tell me you didn’t take it. I’ll believe you.”
Bunny blinked at him as her teeth rattled together. His temper did what a thousand words couldn’t do. It made her want to trust him. “I didn’t take it.”
“Fine? Just fine?”
Peter gritted his teeth. “What do you want me to say, damn it?” He shook her again. “I told you before. I don’t care about the money. I care about you!” Pushing her back against the wall, he pressed his aroused body against hers. “Thinking of you kept me from sleeping last night.” He bent and sniffed along her neck, making her skin shiver in response. “Your scent drives me crazy.” He nibbled the exposed part of her shoulder, and Bunny’s knees buckled. “I want to drag you into the bushes and bury myself in you, until you scream for mercy.”
Oh God, Bunny thought as his hard mouth came down on hers. He kissed her as if he’d done so before. No hesitating or testing the waters. His mouth was hard and deep, and his tongue plunged into her mouth. She had no choice but to open for him, but even that wasn’t enough. With a growl deep in his throat, he hitched her up so his groin was even with her crotch. Immediately she felt the throbbing of his cock against her as he moved it, parroting the action with his tongue, deep in her mouth.
Damn, she tasted good. Peter’s heightened senses were filled with her taste, her scent, and her touch. His whole body throbbed in time with his cock, and his brain shut down to everything but the feel of Bunny in his arms. He ran his hand up her body and cupped a firm breast, hearing her soft gasp against his mouth. It fanned his lust even higher as he squeezed and massaged the soft bundle through her tank top. When she arched against him, he groaned and quickly slipped his hand under her tank and bra. He took the perked nipple between his fingers and rolled it gently.
Bunny cried out as the heat from what he was doing sliced straight through her to hit between her legs. Her yoni drenched her panties in sudden dew. Hungry and aroused more than she’d ever been before, she pressed against him, bringing her own hand down to grab at the bulge between his legs.
Peter swore, his eyes darkening to black. Her hand worked busily, massaging his cock through the white cotton pants he wore. He’d thought it was impossible for him to get any harder, but she was proving him wrong. Desperately aroused, he pushed the black mini skirt up around her hips, and tore her panties right off her.