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“Sleep now,” she said, softly.
He buried his face in her hair, and she closed her eyes and held on tight.
CHAPTERNINE
“Pick something.”
Gemma whirled. “Boone, this isn’t something that can be rushed.”
He’d woken early, with Gemma wrapped around him and his cock so hard it had been agony.
Eventually, he’d slid out of the bed and left her snuggled up with Atlas. He’d taken a quick shower, and jerked off, remembering the sounds she’d made when he tasted her sweet nipples.
But Gemma Newhouse didn’t just make him hard. She made him…feel. She’d listened as he’d poured out the festering pain inside him. She’d held him tight, helped ease that constant churn he felt inside.
This morning, she hadn’t looked at him any differently. She’d smiled at him as she’d dressed and given him a quick kiss before they’d set off.
Boone still felt a little raw. Kept expecting her to look at him like…
Shit. He didn’t know. He ran a hand through his hair. The truth was, she was exactly the same as she’d been yesterday. Sweet, smiling Gemma.
They’d driven for a few hours and had just stopped at a bakery to grab some breakfast. Except apparently Gemma needed to examineeverybaked good numerous times, before she’d make her decision.
“The muffins look good.” She tapped a finger against her lips. “But I bet the cinnamon rolls are delicious.”
“So get both.”
“Both will go to my already ample hips.”
His gaze dropped. “I don’t see that as a problem.”
She smiled at him and turned back to the glass case. “Ooh, there are scones, too.”
Boone stepped up behind her. “We’ll have one of everything she just said, and a doughnut. And one black coffee, and a cappuccino. All to go.”
The woman behind the counter smiled. “A man who knows how to keep his woman happy.”
Gemma slid her arm through his. “Oh, he does.” She lowered her voice. “If he’d listen to the woman, and give hereverythingshe wanted.” There was heat in her gaze.
“Behave.”
“Maybe I’m tired of behaving. That hasn’t exactly worked out for me in the past. The best thing I did was go onCake and Bake, and that wasn’t behaving. Or at least, according to my parents.”
He gave her ass a light swat. “Misbehaving gets you in trouble.”
She arched a brow. “Trouble sounds good to me.”
He wanted to kiss her. He let his gaze run over her pretty face and those freckles. It wasn’t just the face that tempted him, or the sweet body.
Gemma cared. She felt deeply. She’d comforted him after his nightmare and his confession. And she didn’t look at him like he was weird, or broken, or weak.
“Here you go.” The woman held out a white paper bag. “Enjoy.”
Gemma took it. “Oh, we will.”
Atlas was waiting in the truck. Boone had already fed him, but the dog sniffed the bag, nuzzling the paper.
“These aren’t for you, handsome,” Gemma said. “As soon as I can, I’ll bake some more dog treats for you.”
