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)
My hand against his chest, I feel the mad thunder of his heart before sliding over the planes of his muscles, then lower over his abdomen, which tightens and contracts. When my fingers brush the waistband of his pajama pants, his hand moves lightning quick from my hip to my wrist.
Locking it up tight, he pushes me onto my back and pins my arm to the mattress. Lifting his mouth from mine, he grins. “None of that, now. You’re getting me sidetracked.”
“What?” I ask innocently, batting my eyelashes for extra effect.
“Going to knock that smirk off your face,” he promises in a low rumble and lust once again slams into me fiery hot.
I lick my lips, my throat suddenly parched. “How’s that?”
Boone releases my wrist and slips his hand under the hem of the T-shirt but merely to come to rest on my stomach. His palm is warm and heavy. Once again, he’s on his hip, hovering over me with such an intense expression, I feel like I might incinerate from that alone.
“I want you to relax,” he instructs, gliding his thumb over my skin.
“Impossible,” I whisper.
“For Lilly Hoffman, nothing is impossible,” he murmurs and dips his head to kiss me again.
It’s not the touch of his mouth that has me reeling but the surety of the words he said just before.
For Lilly Hoffman, nothing is impossible.
I’m a goner. This will be imprinted on my memory forever because it’s officially the moment when I take the plunge and fall for Boone. I’m drowning in the feelings he provokes and the way his lips dominate mine. I know I should have reservations and I should feel all kinds of self-conscious being in his bed, in his T-shirt, but I don’t. I feel oddly free and captured at the same time.
Boone’s hand moves, his fingertips sliding under the waistband of my panties. There’s no hesitancy, no pause, no asking for permission. My legs fall open and he growls his approval that I’ve capitulated. He glides a single finger through the lips of my sex, bypasses my clit and massages my entrance.
My hips buck upward but Boone pushes the heel of his palm against my pubic bone to hold me still before pressing his finger inside me.
“Boone,” I murmur, a single word that rolls off my tongue onto his. He kisses me deeper, slowly moving his finger in and out of me.
I can barely breathe but I’ll die if he takes his mouth from mine. His finger withdraws, slick with the evidence of how much he turns me on, and circles slowly around my clit. He’s in no hurry at all and I can tell he’s paying deep attention to my sounds.
The movements of his finger correspond to my reactions and when he finds something I like by the way my hips rotate, he doubles down. But when my breathing hastens and he knows I’m close, he slows his pace.
I’m about ready to scream—more like beg for release—when he catches me off guard with a fast flutter of his finger against my most sensitive spot and I break apart.
Boone must feel it… or sense it. I barely make a sound and my body freezes up, but he pulls his mouth from mine and whispers, “There it is. Fly free, sweet girl.”
I moan, long and hard, his words of liberation letting me embrace the orgasm in all its glory. Boone’s mouth comes to my jaw where he peppers small kisses from there down along my neck while his finger continues to circle my clit slowly. It continues to cause sparks of pleasure within me and finally I have to push his hand away because I’m too sensitive.
Boone lifts his head to stare down at me, his eyes soft with satisfaction. But how can he be satisfied when I’m the one who just fell down the rabbit hole of bliss?
I roll toward him, hands reaching for the waistband of his pants. “Let me.”
Once again, he has my wrist but it’s not to push me away or pin me to the mattress. He merely holds it against his chest, pulling me in closer. “Not tonight.”
“But why?” I grumble.
“Because tonight was about you, and for some reason I’m digging taking it slow.”
“But… but… aren’t you in need?”
“You mean is my cock aching to be inside you?” I’m mute, but yeah… that’s what I meant. “Trust me… it is.”
“Then—”
Boone pulls me in close, his lips silencing my words before he says, “Let’s get some sleep. We’ve got stuff to accomplish tomorrow.”
“But—”
Releasing me, Boone rolls the opposite way and turns off the lamp. I think he might mean to go to sleep with his back to me but once again, I’m in his arms and snuggled up to his chest. “Lilly, I’ll let you touch me next time, okay?”
“But—”
“Next time,” he promises.