Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“You getting wet for me, darlin’?”
I help him pull my leggings over my hips, and then the answer to his question is clear.
He says my name again as I spread my legs for him, then he lets out a string of curses that sound more like a prayer. He just looks at me for several long seconds, and I can feel my desire for him leaking from me as his eyes take me in.
He bites his bottom lip and adjusts the bulge in his jeans, and my pussy clenches around nothing, eager for him.
“Hang on,” he tells me just before he tugs my hips to the edge of the counter and drops to his knees in front of me.
I reach out to brace myself, and a moment later, something hits the floor. “The carrots!”
Boone licks a stripe up the inside of my left thigh. “Fuck the carrots,” he mutters before tasting my other thigh, then heading for my center.
I laugh, then moan, as his tongue licks my lower lips before pressing inside me, then making a path up toward my clit. He swirls circles around my most sensitive spot, then flicks his tongue over it again and again in just the right rhythm to make me lose control.
I slide my fingers through Boone’s hair, and when I cry out his name, he looks up at me with an expression that breaks me wide open. He tugs me closer to him until I’m sure I’m going to suffocate him, but then I can’t think of anything at all except how good he’s making me feel.
The world goes white for several long seconds as my pussy throbs, and Boone holds me steady as I come apart.
I say his name over and over, and he holds me tighter.
“I know.” His hands press into my hips. “I’ve got you.”
When I come back to reality, Boone’s still between my thighs, blowing gently on my heated skin, his face filled with wonder and something small that unsettles me.
“What?” I reach down and touch his face.
“Nothing.” He looks to the side.
“Boone.” I sit up straighter and tug on his shoulder so that he stands.
He starts to smile, but it doesn’t stick. “I’ve had people want the easy parts of me,” he says. “The part that makes things feel less heavy.” His thumb moves gently but absently along my waist. “You look at all of it, and you accept all of it.”
My chest tightens. “I don’t want the easy version of you. I want every part of you, just as you are.”
His eyes close for a second, and when they open, I see need fill his expression.
I tug at his belt, and his hands join mine, opening his belt and his pants, pushing down his underwear so his cock springs free, and when I see how hard he is for me, I’m shocked his jeans could contain it. The head of his cock is shiny with precum and nearly purple with desire.
He lifts me off of the counter, holding me easily in his arms as he lines us up the way we were meant to be. I wrap my legs around him and watch him watch the place where our bodies come together, and it’s a good thing he’s holding me, because the look on his face makes me dizzy.
He notches the head of his cock at my entrance, then he eases in, inch by thick, incredible inch, until our hips press together and the air’s pushed out of my lungs.
“Oh, god, Wren, you feel so damn good. Better than anything. Ever.”
I almost want to laugh, but one look at Boone’s face tells me he’s not joking. Charming Boone is gone, and the man inside me is all heat and muscle and hunger, only he’s still Boone, so there’s tenderness there, too.
He’s careful to keep one hand behind me, shielding my back from the edge of the counter, but aside from that, there’s nothing cautious about the way he drives into me.
He’s a man and a machine, and he was built for my pleasure, because his cock hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars. I cry out his name over and over, until I’ve probably scared away all the skittish wildlife in the county, and Boone keeps fucking me harder and harder, until I dig my hands into the hard muscles of his back and come again, so hard it’s like I’m being turned inside out, and then Boone’s coming right after me, his hands tightening their grip, his cock stiffening, then swelling, then releasing deep inside me, pulse after pulse until I’m full and his seed is leaking out of me.
“Wren.” He says my name on a gasp, then his forehead drops to my shoulder as his body shudders hard against me.
Boone stays inside me for a long time afterward, until we’ve caught our breath and our heartbeats slow. Then he carries me into the bathroom and cleans me up with a tenderness that nearly makes me cry.