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“I’m sure you’ve seen muscles in LA.”
“Yes, but not real ones. All those men are like glossy Ken dolls.”
The way she was looking at him wasn’t helping his cock behave.
She circled the couch and headed his way. “What’s this?” She touched a circular scar on his chest.
Boone swallowed. “Old wound.”
Her gaze met his. “A bullet wound?”
He nodded.
Her gaze moved over him, and he knew she was taking in all his old scars. He had an ugly knife wound on his side that had healed badly after it had gotten infected.
“I’ll get started making the hot chocolate,” he said.
“I don’t want hot chocolate.”
He stilled. “What do you want?”
“I want the bad guys to stop. I want to not be in danger.”
He nodded. “I know, and—”
“And I want you.”
Shit. “Gemma…”
“Don’t give me the ‘you’re vulnerable’ speech, Boone. You weren’t worried about that when your mouth was…”
“Between your legs,” he growled.
“Yes.” She lifted her chin. “We’re safe now. I know what I want.” She pressed her hands to his chest.
He sucked in a sharp breath. Her hands were warm, and his body reacted. He could smell her fresh soap scent.
“And what exactly do you want?” His voice was low, husky.
“You. I want you to touch me. I want to touch you. I don’t want to think about all the crap swirling around me. I want to feel something other than fear. I want you to make this ache go away.”
Need vibrated through his body. He wasn’t strong enough to resist her. It had been so long since he’d wanted anyone. And he’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted Gemma. “Gemma, you need to be sure.”
“I’m sure.”
With a low growl, he lifted her off her feet. He heard her gasp as he strode across the room and pinned her against the wall.
She gripped his shoulders, and eagerly wrapped her legs around his hips. He felt the soft juncture of her thighs rub against his thickening cock.
He groaned.
“I want you, Boone,” she murmured.
He fastened his mouth to hers. As soon as their lips met, he forgot all the reasons why he wasn’t right for her.
Her tongue stroked his, her hands speared into his hair. She tugged hard.
He ground against her body, needing to get closer. He moved his mouth over hers, dragging in the taste of her.
