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CHAPTERTWELVE
Boone turned over in the bed. It was comfortable, and he should be asleep. He sighed. His door was ajar, and he could hear the crackle of the fire in the living room.
He was excruciatingly aware that Gemma was in the next room, wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts. He’d bought her some pajamas to wear, but for some reason, she’d still insisted on sleeping in his shirt.
Which he liked. Too damn much.
She’d practically fallen asleep halfway through her sandwich. The exhaustion and adrenaline crash had caught up with her.
Atlas made a soft noise. The dog was asleep on a rug on the floor.
With a huff, Boone turned over and punched his pillow. He should be tired after a long drive, and fighting off the mercenaries.
They were safe. Gemma was safe. And there was no way the assholes after her could find them here.
Instead of sleeping, there was only one thing—one woman—on his mind.
Earlier, he watched her smile as they’d eaten their simple dinner. The glow from the fire had danced over her skin. He’d wanted to count her freckles. See where else she had them on that curvy body of hers. He’d felt… content. The dark whispers in his head had gone silent.
What the hell was he doing? He had nothing to offer a woman like Gemma. A woman who was so bright, friendly, and clever.
He was broken, jaded. Hell, he lived alone in Vermont with his dog.
She deserved so much more.
And yet, the memories of the hungry way she’d kissed him were burned into his brain. As was the sweet taste of her pussy. Making her come, seeing her body shaking from the pleasure he’d given her, was something he’d never forget.
He groaned. His cock was as hard as a rock. He imagined her pressed against him, her hands moving over his gut, heading lower.
With a mental curse, he shoved his boxer shorts down. His hand circled his cock, and he gave it one rough pump.
Oh, fuck. He imagined Gemma touching him. Stroking him.
“Boone.”
It took him a second to realize that Gemma’s voice wasn’t in his head. He quickly readjusted his boxer shorts and sat up.
He saw her silhouette in the bedroom doorway. She was wearing a white T-shirt, her legs bare, her long, brown hair loose.
“You okay?”
“I can’t sleep. I know I should be exhausted.” Her hands fluttered.
“Go and sit by the fire. I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”
She nodded.
Clearly Atlas was tired. The dog raised his head for a millisecond, then went back to sleep.
Boone willed his cock to go down. The last thing he needed was Gemma seeing his boner. It took a minute, but he finally headed out. Gemma was pacing by the fire.
Damn, she was so beautiful.
She turned, and her gaze locked on his bare chest. She went still. “Oh. Um.”
He arched a brow.
“You have so many muscles.” She waved a hand.
