Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Boone kept an arm around my waist as we made our way up to my apartment and I turned to him the moment we locked the front door behind us. In my heels, we were just about eye level, and it was a heady feeling to be this close to him. Knowing what was coming.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said, the timbre of his voice making me tingle with anticipation. He caressed my cheek before leaning in, his lips seeking out mine.
On the inside, I was screaming with impatience and excitement, but my body followed his slower, more sensual lead. He wasn’t in a hurry, his mouth taunting mine, his lips nipping and teasing. I melted into him, giving in to every crazy emotion he brought out in me. Normally, I kept myself in check, always needing to be in control. But not with Boone. I was going to throw caution to the wind tonight.
“Bedroom?” I murmured, unsure how much longer my legs would hold me up if he kept touching me.
“What’s the rush?” he asked, smiling mischievously.
“My knees are weak,” I admitted, chuckling.
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me into my bedroom. “I plan to make your entire body weak before this night is over.” He set me on the bed, raking his eyes up and down my body.
The only guy who’d ever been in my bedroom was Jarvis, and he’d done nothing but complain the whole time. How the bed was too small. How the bathroom was too cramped. How we could hear all the traffic from the nearby streets.
Boone didn’t seem to be aware of anything but me.
As he gently took off my impossibly high heels and then stroked his hands along the arch of my foot and then up my calves.
As he pressed light kisses on my shins and the backs of my knees.
As he slid up my dress, running his hands along the insides of my thighs.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathed, nuzzling my mound right through my black lace panties.
And still, he wasn’t in a rush.
He kissed and nibbled and stroked me until I whimpered, digging my fingers into his hair. “Boone…”
“Let’s get this off,” he said, ignoring the plea in my voice.
I lifted my torso and he tugged my dress over my head, tossing it onto the floor and leaving me in nothing but my thong and strapless bra. He raked his eyes over me again, slowly. Methodically. As if memorizing every inch of me.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so perfect.” He dipped his head and tongued my belly button, his hands on either side of my hips. “Are you wet, Jolie?”
“God, yes.”
“Let’s see.” He used his teeth to tug down my panties, a fraction of an inch at a time, his eyes on mine as he did it.
Even in the semidarkness, they were so fucking blue. They mesmerized me. He mesmerized me.
I moaned when he slipped a finger between my folds.
“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue first, Jolie,” he said in a gruff voice. “And when you beg me to let you come, call me Michael.”
I couldn’t do anything but groan because his mouth was right there. His tongue, his lips, torturing me into an even more heightened state of arousal. He used his fingers to spread me wide and then dove in. Slow, patient Boone was gone, replaced by ardent, voracious Michael.
And the only word that came to mind was heaven.
When he stabbed his tongue inside of me, my hips shot up off the mattress, arching into his face.
“Oh fuck, yes.” I cried out, thrashing my head from side to side as I tried to hold out, make this last longer. It had only been a couple of minutes and I was so, so close.
“That’s it, baby, ride my face,” he growled against my overheated flesh.
“Michael…please!” I grabbed at his head, anxious to have him closer, deeper, all of him.
I felt fingers inside of me, teeth on my clit, and then there was nothing but a white-hot explosion of pleasure ricocheting through me like a gunshot.
“You’re a squirter…” His rumbled comment barely permeated my haze of lusty satisfaction, but I felt wet and sated and out of control. “I fucking love that.”
“Michael…” My voice was a whine as I clawed at his arms, unsure what I needed but desperate to get whatever it was.
“Right here, gorgeous.” He slid up my body and I realized he was still mostly dressed, other than his shirt. “You ready for me to fuck you now?”
“So ready.” I tugged his head down to mine, greedily sucking on his tongue, tasting myself on it and wondering why I’d never liked this before.
He barely broke away as he shimmied out of his slacks and fumbled with the condom.
“Hurry,” I breathed. For some reason, one orgasm wasn’t enough. I needed him again, more, repeatedly. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but it felt incredibly important to have him inside of me.