Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
We head inside, and the moment I shut and lock the door, I’ve got her in my arms. My lips crash down against hers as I push her against the thick wood of the door.
“I need you, Aubree. I’ve been fighting with myself for days. Since I met you. I’ve been fighting, trying to tell myself this isn’t a good idea.” I smooth a hand down her hair. “But I’m tired of fighting this feeling.”
She nods. “Me too.”
I kiss her, more gently this time as my hands roam through her long tresses. I fist a hand in her hair, tugging her, angling her face so I can deepen the kiss. I love the way she tastes. Like candy and sunshine all rolled into one. I keep kissing her, swallowing down each of her tiny moans.
Together we work quickly to remove all of our clothing. Once I get her to the bedroom, I shut the door, and gaze at her. She’s breathtaking.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. Since I first saw the photo of you.”
She sucks in a breath as she moves to the edge of the bed. “Really?” she whispers.
I nod. “Really,” I say as I stalk closer, fisting my hard length in my hand. “Look at what you do to me.” I squeeze the tip of my cock, showing her exactly how hot she makes me.
“You turn me on too.”
My eyes nearly glaze over as I stare at her. “Show me.”
She blinks. “Umm…”
“On the bed. Legs spread. I want to see how wet you are.”
Her cheeks blush at my dirty way of talking to her, and it turns me on even more. I’m beginning to realize everything she does turns me on.
“Legs spread,” I say again when she hesitates.
Her cheeks are flaming red, and the look is absolutely adorable. I love it. “I, uh…” her words fall away as she scoots up further on the bed. “I’m shy.”
I climb on the bed with purpose, grabbing her ankle toward me. “Don’t be. There’s never any reason you need to be shy around me.”
She falls back as I tug at her ankle. “Boone,” she says with a laugh. “No, I can’t do this.”
I squeeze her ankle, locking eyes with her. “Yes, you can.”
Chapter 22
Aubree
I can’t believe I’m really going through with this—letting Boone see me like this. I’ve always been the type who prefers sex under the covers, lights off, insecurities tucked away. It’s not that I hate my body, but everyone’s got their trouble spots, right? I definitely do. But when Boone looks at me—really looks at me, like I’m the most exquisite thing he’s ever seen—every stray thought about late-night pizza binges or so-called imperfections just disappears.
He makes me feel beautiful. There’s this hunger in his eyes, as though he’s studying a masterpiece, and I’m suddenly not afraid to be on full display. It’s thrilling, being the object of that intense focus. Sure, Boone could have anyone—he’s downright gorgeous—but in this moment, the way he watches me makes it feel like I’m the only one in the world, and that is a heady, electric feeling I never want to end.
I spread my legs for him, letting him see the desire first hand. He draws in a ragged breath, his eyes fixated solely on me. My cheeks flame red-hot as he positions himself between my legs. He leans down—and oh my god. He swipes his tongue through my wetness and I nearly bound off the bed.
“I’ve never…” my words fall away as I try to articulate a complete thought.
His eyes gaze up at me. “Never what?”
“I’ve never really enjoyed this,” I tell him truthfully. “No man has ever made me orgasm by doing this, so it’s okay. We can just have sex.” I feel almost embarrassed at my lack of being able to come multiple times in one sexual session.
He grips my inner thighs with both hands and drags his tongue over my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine. “I just don’t think you’ve ever been eaten properly.”
My eyes widen as I gaze into the depths of his dark brown eyes. “Well…I…” am speechless. I don’t even know what to say to him in this moment, so I do the only thing I can. I close my eyes, lay my head back and let him continue.
And…once again, oh my god. This man has a tongue made of magic, and before I can even tell what’s happening, or which way is up…I feel my body, ready to break free. I’m ready to come undone, and all I can do is grip onto his thick hair and hold on as I buck against his face. I can’t believe this is happening to me.
I can’t believe I’m feeling this free. This alive. It’s like somebody’s set off a firework deep in my soul and I’m barely trying to hang on.