Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
A pent-up breath wheezes out. “I don’t even understand what that means.”
“Do you want me to be blunt with you?”
I nod again, this time not as exuberant.
Boone’s expression softens slightly but I can tell he’s determined. “If you stay here tonight, and you want me to touch you, I’m going to make you a very happy woman. But I am not going to fuck you tonight. We’re going to build up to that. You need to let me know what you want.”
I don’t know that he could have said anything to shock me more. My face turns nuclear and my eyes feel like they’re going to bug out of my head. I’m completely appreciative that he’s laying it all out there, and God help me, turned on that he’s refusing to have sex with me tonight.
I’ve never had a man say those words to me.
I am not going to fuck you tonight…
Which implies that he will at some point.
That he wants to.
And… he’s saying I’m special to him and he wants to build up to the ultimate act of intimacy. Even though I would gladly accept Boone into my body tonight, there is something both achingly heartwarming and fiery hot about his proclamation. But the ball is in my court and he has asked me to decide.
“I want to stay the night. And I don’t want you to sleep in a different bedroom.”
Boone exhales and I can tell by the look on his face that was the answer he was hoping for. I don’t get any other opportunity to wonder what’s going through his mind because he’s on me.
Yanking me up from the couch, he bestows on me a sizzling kiss that weakens my knees, so it’s a good thing he has his arm wrapped around my waist to hold me up. All my senses fire at once and it’s overwhelming—the domineering glide of his tongue against mine, the tingle of pain as a hand fists in my hair, the rough graze of his beard against my cheek as he moves his lips to my ear. “Let’s get you something to sleep in.”
“What?” I mumble.
Boone chuckles as he takes me by the hands. “I’ll get you a T-shirt to sleep in and I have an extra toothbrush for you.”
My mind whirls. I’m a little confused but Boone has taught me to ask and he will be honest. “Are we going to sleep right now?”
“After I give you an orgasm.” I stumble as I follow him through the living room and he squeezes my hand. Looking over his shoulder, he grins. “Maybe two.”
An ache forms between my legs. I’m embarrassed that he speaks so frankly about it and yet it emboldens me to ask, “Am I going to be able to give you an orgasm tonight?”
Boone groans, turning to face me. He lifts my hand to his lips where he does what has now become a patented move, brushing a kiss over my knuckles. “How about we play that by ear? I want this to be about you.”
“I want it to be about you too though,” I reply. “I want you to have pleasure.”
“Giving you pleasure is going to give me pleasure. Trust me on that.”
I stare at him helplessly. He’s reduced me to silence.
Boone chuckles and pulls me back into him for another kiss. A soft one, brief and reassuring. “I don’t mean to fluster you but God, you’re fucking adorable when I do.”
With my hand once again in his, he guides me through his apartment to the master bedroom. It’s spartan, although the furniture is nice. Sleek and contemporary like the stuff in his living room. His comforter is a dark gray and his sheets are white, all of it slightly mussed, indicating a man who doesn’t make his bed routinely but doesn’t do a lot of tossing and turning. A single framed photo sits on a bedside table—what I’m thinking might be his family—and I make a note to study it later.
Boone releases me and moves to his dresser where he pulls out a plain white T-shirt. He nods toward the master bath, handing me the shirt. “You’ll find extra toothbrushes under the sink. Help yourself to anything you want in there, and my apologies if I forgot to put the toilet seat down.”
Laughing, I take the T-shirt. “I live with two males. This isn’t my first rodeo.”
In the bathroom, I’m impressed the toilet seat is down. I take a minute to do my business, washing my hands, then my face. I find the toothbrushes right where he said they’d be. There are several under there and I wonder if that’s because he has women stay over often. I try to sweep that thought away as I get ready for bed because it’s none of my business.
Except… what if everything that Boone just told me is a well-rehearsed line to get a girl in his bed?