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I lift a shoulder because I’m not quite sure.
“Lilly?” he presses. “I can read you loud and clear. You’re freaked about something.”
“You had a dozen toothbrushes in your cabinet,” I blurt out. Boone’s mouth twists, an eyebrow cocks. He doesn’t get it. “You provide options for fresh breath to a lot of women.”
Both of his eyebrows shoot straight up and his expression is incredulous before he bends over and laughs. A hard belly laugh that has me feeling ten times the fool. I glare at him and it prompts him to move into me.
Hands on my shoulders, he pulls me in for a kiss to my forehead before staring down at me. “Lilly… I switch out my toothbrush every month. I buy a large pack from Amazon. It’s on auto-ship. I swear to you those aren’t for women. As a matter of fact, you’re the first woman I’ve brought to my apartment. I don’t share my toothbrushes with just anyone, you know.”
Almost sagging with relief, I manage a sheepish smile. “Well, don’t I feel like a dolt.”
Boone’s eyes twinkle as he pulls my clothes out of my hand, tossing them to the floor. Next thing I know, he sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the bed. He tosses me in the middle and follows behind, somehow managing to pull my body to his as he settles us both against the pillows and headboard.
Arms wrapped tight around me he presses his temple to mine. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Laugh hysterically because I’m foolish,” I mutter.
He chuckles. “No, I’m still going to kiss you.”
“You are?” I ask hesitantly.
Boone moves so fast I can’t process that I’m now sitting on his lap. His hand is on my face, holding my jaw. “Kiss you, which may lead to other things. Now’s the time to tell me to stop.”
“No stopping,” I whisper.
He smiles. “Good answer.”
Boone rolls us so I’m on my back and he’s on his side. He slides one of his legs in between mine, presses his hand into the mattress near my ribs and hovers over me. The weight of his focus as he stares at my mouth has me fidgeting and I’m on the verge of begging him to kiss me when he finally lowers his face to mine. I jolt when his teeth grab my bottom lip, giving the slightest pinch before licking it. Then his tongue is in my mouth and he’s kissing me so deeply, a startled moan escapes.
Oh, wow… he tastes so good. Peppermint-flavored swipes of his tongue against mine as his hand moves to my hip. He slides it under the T-shirt and his fingertips glide over the edge of the waistband of my panties before grazing my skin just above it. Pure, unfiltered lust rockets through me and I roll toward him, seeking his body against mine. Boone’s big hand tightens on my hip, holding me in place so I’m left wanting and needy. All the while he continues to ravage my mouth, intermittently grazing his teeth against my lips, his thumb now stroking my skin as he keeps me pinned.
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.
