AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Crazy.” She reached up, wrapping her hair in a way that stayed up without a tie. Neat trick, but he was more focused on the way her shirt rode up, and the slight ribbon of belly he saw. When he glanced back into her eyes, she smiled. “See something you like?”
“Yes.” Her gaze held his, the emotional rawness and vulnerability yanking at him to bring her close. When she lowered her arms, her shirt fell and stuck, detailing all her beautiful curves, filling his groin with need. Something she clearly recognized. Her breath caught, and when he lifted his eyes to her face, her heated gaze locked on to him.
“See something you want?” she rasped.
“Hell yes.” Stepping forward, he let the silence stretch out between them, the heat of anticipation build. “Leave this down,” he told her, tucking his fingers into her hair and letting the damp strands fall. Her lips parted when his fingers trailed over her cheeks. “Yeah, like that. Beautiful.”
Her breathing quickened and heat rose in her cheeks. “You buttering me up?” She grinned, stepping into him, her hands running up his biceps.
“Just telling it like it is.” He dropped his lips to hers and her kiss brought out a hunger so deep he reached for her shirt, taking it over her head a second later. She grabbed his T-shirt and he helped her lift it over his head. Her pants and panties followed, as did the rest of his clothing. He kissed her neck while he unhooked her bra. He gently dragged the straps away, loving how the lace felt against his fingers. And then he threaded his fingers into her hair and kissed her like she deserved. Hard. Passionate. Intense.
Only when she moaned against his mouth, hot and ready for more, did he lean away and lay his T-shirt back onto the table before hoisting her onto the edge. When he stepped back, he stroked himself, groaning at the sight before him. Christ, her stunning curves filled his vision. Her legs were crossed, modestly shielding herself. “Let me see you,” he told her, wanting to play this game.
A shy smiled crossed her lips as she spread her legs. He stopped stroking himself in fear that if he didn’t, this would be over before it even got started. He bent for his pants, taking a condom from his wallet and applying it, never once taking his eyes off of her. Not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t want to. Every moment seemed sweeter than the one before it.
“Look at you there,” he murmured. “So goddamn beautiful.”
She tilted her head, her hair trailing over her bare flesh, but softness in her eyes held his focus. “Boone,” she whispered, a sound of pure need and sweet affection.
He became locked in. This woman was extraordinary, and he wasn’t entirely sure exactly what made her so. The way she moved, the soul shining in her eyes, the way she carried herself; there was layer after layer of specialness inside her.
He finished rolling the condom onto his hardened length and she nibbled her bottom lip while she watched him. Wanting a taste of those lips himself, he returned to her, stepping between her thighs, and sealed his mouth across hers. She kissed him back, hotter this time. He threaded his fingers into her damp hair, tilting her head and deepening the kiss. And damn did he want to make her moan.
Christ, touching her was everything. Hearing her pleasure gave him purpose and sweet satisfaction. Making her smile felt so damn right. Boone always wondered if any woman would get him sticking around longer than a night. Apparently, he found her. This woman. She made him want to stay. He couldn’t seem to get quite enough of her, and when he had her, he only wanted more. And yet that didn’t even seem like enough. When she moaned against his mouth, eager and desperate, he entered her, and he knew she was a game changer.
“Boone,” she said again, her voice full of lust and something far more emotional.
Something that called to him and tugged straight at his chest. Something he wanted to keep all for himself. And something he certainly wanted to protect.
“I’m right here, beautiful,” he said, cupping her face. “I’ve got you.”
This may have been new, but it wasn’t only sex any longer, and he could tell she knew it too by how she clung to him, and how those eyes of hers gave him everything. Each kiss, every slow touch up her thigh until he squeezed her bottom while he rocked into her was something…more. He couldn’t keep his mouth off her, needing to taste every inch of her salty skin. Every time she moaned, he craved for her to moan louder.
He felt her legs tremble, knowing she needed more of him. He broke off the kiss to watch her. She gripped his forearms, leaning back a little, while he reached for her hips. Holding her tight, he gained force and speed, wanting to get them both where they needed to go. Together. Her breasts bouncing and her
mouth forming an O filled his vision. His cock hardened even further with the rising of her climax. Every thrust seemed to make her tighter and warmer, until he was all but cross-eyed, pumping into her, relishing in the way she squeezed him. Her throaty moans urged him faster. He dropped his head then and shut his eyes, basking in the heat rolling over him and settling in his groin. His muscles burned with the exertion. His groans echoed every sound of pleasure she gave.
And then she broke wide open, shuddering in his arms.
He followed on her heels. Pleasing her had been the best thing he’d ever done. The only thing he wanted to do from this night on. Heat rolled over him, blinding pleasure overcoming him, until his mind recovered.
When he lifted his head, breathless and sweaty, he found her glossy eyes watching him closely. “All right?” he asked, brushing his hand across her warm cheek.
“Just thinking.” She smiled softly.
When it came to this woman, that was either good or bad. Her expression revealed nothing. “About?”
“You.”
Wanting to keep things light, so she didn’t go back to her pain where being with him was hard because of her guilt, he smiled. “How gloriously good in bed I am, I hope?”
She didn’t laugh like he hoped. Her expression softened. “If I haven’t said it before, thank you. For being there. For…this.”
Christ, she was thanking him. His throat tightened. That loneliness, he’d been there. That lost feeling of not knowing where you belonged in the world anymore, yeah, he’d felt that too. He dropped his gaze to her eye level. “Don’t make me out to be a hero, Peyton. I’m getting something out of this too.”
She slid a hand across his cheek. “You are?”
I’m getting you. “I…feel with you. It’s a long time since that’s happened.”
