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“It is.” Boone picked up the spoon and very slowly pushed it into the gooey creation between us. “Open up, gorgeous.” He offered me the first bite and I parted my lips, waiting expectantly for the aromatic flavor to reach my taste buds.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “That’s…I’m not sure I can think of an adjective for how good that is.”
“Wow, the PhD student at a loss for words,” he teased, putting the spoon back in the soufflé. “Let’s see what I can come up with.” He took a bite and closed his eyes. He didn’t react at first, merely taking his time as if savoring it. “Pales in comparison to tasting you,” he said at last.
I swallowed, torn between wanting more dessert and the need to drag him out to the car and have my way with him right there in the parking lot. Had any guy ever looked as good as Michael Boone did with a tiny drop of caramel dangling from his lips? Would it be gauche if I leaned over and licked it off?
“You have a little something on your…” I leaned over, using my fingers to gently wipe away the caramel. To my surprise, he turned his head, capturing my fingers with his lips and lightly sucking the tips.
“Mmm.” His eyes met mine meaningfully, desire swirling in their depths.
I swallowed hard.
Oh yeah, this guy was going to rock my world.
“Maybe we should get going,” I said.
Time momentarily froze as our eyes reflected the yearning in both of us.
Without breaking our gaze, he motioned for the check.
* * *
Boone heldmy hand the whole drive back to my place. We didn’t talk, but there didn’t seem to be a need to. He gently rubbed his thumb along the skin of my hand, the light touch keeping me in a state of decadent arousal, reminiscent of that damn soufflé. Too much and not enough at the same time. I wanted more while simultaneously needing to be in the moment and enjoy whatever this was.
Boone kept an arm around my waist as we made our way up to my apartment and I turned to him the moment we locked the front door behind us. In my heels, we were just about eye level, and it was a heady feeling to be this close to him. Knowing what was coming.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said, the timbre of his voice making me tingle with anticipation. He caressed my cheek before leaning in, his lips seeking out mine.
On the inside, I was screaming with impatience and excitement, but my body followed his slower, more sensual lead. He wasn’t in a hurry, his mouth taunting mine, his lips nipping and teasing. I melted into him, giving in to every crazy emotion he brought out in me. Normally, I kept myself in check, always needing to be in control. But not with Boone. I was going to throw caution to the wind tonight.
“Bedroom?” I murmured, unsure how much longer my legs would hold me up if he kept touching me.
“What’s the rush?” he asked, smiling mischievously.
“My knees are weak,” I admitted, chuckling.
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me into my bedroom. “I plan to make your entire body weak before this night is over.” He set me on the bed, raking his eyes up and down my body.
The only guy who’d ever been in my bedroom was Jarvis, and he’d done nothing but complain the whole time. How the bed was too small. How the bathroom was too cramped. How we could hear all the traffic from the nearby streets.
Boone didn’t seem to be aware of anything but me.
As he gently took off my impossibly high heels and then stroked his hands along the arch of my foot and then up my calves.
As he pressed light kisses on my shins and the backs of my knees.
As he slid up my dress, running his hands along the insides of my thighs.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathed, nuzzling my mound right through my black lace panties.
And still, he wasn’t in a rush.
He kissed and nibbled and stroked me until I whimpered, digging my fingers into his hair. “Boone…”
“Let’s get this off,” he said, ignoring the plea in my voice.
I lifted my torso and he tugged my dress over my head, tossing it onto the floor and leaving me in nothing but my thong and strapless bra. He raked his eyes over me again, slowly. Methodically. As if memorizing every inch of me.
