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)
“Close your eyes,” I said.
He did as I asked and I hurried to the bedroom, peeking in to make sure Joey was still asleep. I softly closed the door behind me and then tugged my top over my head, letting it fall to the ground.
“This is taking a long time,” Boone complained.
“It’ll be worth it. Patience, Mr. Boone.”
“Can I peek?”
“No!” I laughed, pondering whether or not I dared to take off my pants so he could see the full effect. If Joey woke up, I figured I could dart into the bathroom while Boone went to see what he needed, so I made an impromptu decision and quickly wiggled out of my yoga pants.
“Okay,” I said softly, turning to face him. “Now you can open your eyes.”
“Fuckkkk.” He drew the word out for several seconds as he looked me up and down. “What are you trying to do to me, Jolie? That’s…” His voice trailed off and he blew out a breath. “That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I ran my hands over my breasts, cupping them lightly as I drew them together. “You like?”
“Do I like?” His voice held disbelief. “I’m so fucking hard I’m about to embarrass myself.”
“Now you know how I’ve felt all week.”
“Oh, believe me, I know.” He met my gaze. “Now—what are we going to do about it?”
“Unfortunately, with Joey in the bedroom, I’m not sure we have many options.” I leaned over and picked up my yoga pants, starting to step into them.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Boone demanded, taking three long steps that brought him over to me.
I giggled, playfully peering up at him from under my lashes. “Sorry, big guy, but this was a tease to get you thinking about next time.”
“Next time?” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Next time is right fucking now.” Before I could react, he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
“Boone!” I hissed quietly. “What are you doing? Joey’s right in the bedroom.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you put that scrap of nothing on.” He moved into the bathroom and shut the door behind us.
My bathroom was tiny, so it wasn’t like we’d be able to do anything in here, but Boone seemed to have other ideas.
“Boone, we can’t—”
“Yeah, we can.” He set me down on the vanity, moving between my legs as he bent his head to kiss me. My mouth opened eagerly and my legs closed around his hips. I wasn’t sure what we were doing, but a tornado couldn’t have moved me away from him now that he was touching me.
His erection was steely, pressed against my aching core, and I moaned into his mouth as his tongue tangled with mine.
“Boone…” His name left my lips in a breathless whisper as he trailed his mouth along the curve of my shoulder.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “Your skin is like silk. I can’t get enough of you, Jolie. I want you all the time.” His lips skimmed the edge of the lacy fabric, causing goose bumps to break out all over me. He buried his face in my cleavage, lifting my breasts so they rested on top of the underwire that had been holding them. His five-o’clock shadow simultaneously chafed and aroused me, the roughness as much of a turn-on as the smoothness of his lips.
Using the tip of his tongue, he traced circles around my areola, teasing and taunting my nipple until it was a hard, taut tip. He nipped with his lips, flicked with his tongue, and suckled with his mouth. I was beyond aroused, on the brink of detonation. Then he moved to the other breast, starting all over again and leaving me panting with unfulfilled need.
“Boone…”
He clamped down on my nipple, just hard enough to make me whimper, before sucking my breast into his mouth. Pleasure zinged down my spine, landing squarely between my legs, and I dug my fingers into his hair. My head fell back, my chest arching into his face, and he licked and sucked and kissed until I wasn’t sure I could take anymore.
“Boone, I need you…fuck me already!”
His mouth was back on mine as he fumbled with his slacks. Then his fingers were between my legs, moving the fabric to the side as he slid into me. We both moaned, and I angled my hips to take him deeper.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His hands traveled down to my ass, gripping me tightly as he held me in place. He thrust deep, gliding through my slickness effortlessly.
“So good,” I moaned, dragging my nails down his back.
He picked up speed, his body slapping against mine, our lips fusing together.
It was fast and hard and rough.
I wanted to hold out, make it last longer, but my body was spiraling into a tsunami of lust. Every time he bottomed out, I felt the familiar coiling in my belly, telling me release was imminent.