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)
“I feel the exact same way,” I tell him, honestly. “I haven’t been able to stop staring at you since you barged into my pizza shop.”
He smiles slowly, his hips thrusting forward slightly. “I didn’t barge. I thought you were hurt. I rushed in to make sure you were okay.”
I grip his face, feeling his bushy beard under my hands. “I appreciate how you always put my safety first. I mean, I know it’s just your job…”
He cuts in, “No, it’s not just my job, Aubree. I care way too much about you. I’ll always keep you safe. Or die trying.”
I close my eyes, not liking the sound of him dying out there in the world. The next thing I know we’re lost in the art of making love. Or fucking. It’s rough, and gentle all at the same time. He holds me close as he pounds away inside me. He kisses me tenderly as he pulls my hair. He thrusts deep, almost at a punishing pace as he caresses my soft skin.
“You’re like an enigma,” he tells me. “So fucking pretty. I can’t figure you out.”
“There’s not much to figure out.”
He gazes at me as he moves his dick in and out of me. “I can’t understand why anyone would ever want to hurt you.” He peppers kisses along my temple, moving down my cheek, crossing my jawline. He continues placing kisses along my neck, down the column of my throat, and across my collarbone. “I’ll never let the fuckers after you get close enough to hurt you. They’ll have to go through me first.”
He grips my hair, as he repositions our bodies. “I need deeper inside you.” He tosses one of my legs over his shoulder. This causes him to slide even deeper inside me.
“Oh, Boone,” I call out. My body’s like a livewire, and I’m unable to control the next orgasm that rips right through me. “I’m coming.” That’s orgasm number three.
Wow.
Boone keeps screwing me, pounding, thrusting, diving into me so deep all I can feel is only him. He turns me on in a way I’ve never experienced before. Like he’s never had anything so amazing in his life.
He’s feeling this too, right? This crazy connection? It’s not just a one-time thing, right?
No, I refuse to believe Boone is anything but genuine with me. I trust him. He’s been the one thing that has kept me feeling safe in a time when I feel anything but. It’s all him. I don’t want to start getting thoughts of happily ever after, because who knows what happens when all this is said and done. I don’t even know if he lives in Tennessee full time.
“The way your pussy grips my hard cock is enough to make me never want to stop doing this.” He groans against me. “You’re so fucking needy for me.”
And I am. I so am.
“Oh, Boone.” My body tightens as he keeps pounding away inside me. He moves his hand between our bodies and toys with my clit, but there’s seriously no way there’s another orgasm left in me.
I’m spent.
“Give me another,” he whispers close to my ear. “Just one more.”
“Will you fail your mission if I don’t?”
He chuckles, his warm breath fanning across my cheek. “I never fail. I’ll get you off one more time.” He props up, and gazes down at me. “This time.”
“What do you mean this time?”
He smirks. “I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
He thrums my clit between his fingers, and …wow… I’m coming again. For the fourth time.
“God, you fucking turn me on so damn much. Your pussy feels way too perfect wrapped around me.” He groans and grunts a few curses. “I’m gonna come so deep inside you, Bree. Fuck. Too tight. Jesus.” His body picks up speed as he grips onto me tighter. “Too damn good… fuck.”
His body crumbles in my arms as his orgasm completely annihilates him. He’s cursing and calling out my name as he comes, and I am here for it. Watching this man lose control is a major turn on.
I’m not gonna lie, but it makes my chest crack wide open. I could easily fall in love with this man, but I need to remember this is only temporary.
Once we catch whoever’s after me, life will return back to normal. Whatever that may be.
Chapter 23
Boone
I’m still reeling from her taste—hell, the way she felt wrapped around me—when we finally pull ourselves apart and decide we should eat something. It’s early, like maybe five in the morning. My heart’s thumping an irregular beat in my chest, and my skin still hums in all the places she touched me. It’s crazy how fast this escalated from carefully tiptoeing around each other to full-on fucking. But I’m not complaining.
We toss on some clothes and head into the kitchen. I hang back, still catching my breath. “I’ll cook something for us,” I offer, running a hand over my hair, which feels a little wild after her fingers were tangled in it. “You already did the heavy lifting with dinner last night.”