“I know, baby.” That was all he needed to hear. “Come on.”
He lifted her off his lap and held her until her feet were steady on the bottom of the hot tub. Then he took her hand, led her through the water, and helped her down the steps.
The first time Boone made love to her was going to be in his bed, preferably with the lights on.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Howwasitpossiblethat Luna’s entire body felt languid yet drawn tight as a bow, all at the same? Tingles still sparkled through her body from the orgasm Boone had given her.
She held his hand and happily let him lead her across the house and into his bedroom. Even with the sexual tension building between them, he was still careful to set the house alarm.
“Wait right here.” He held up a finger, then disappeared into the attached bath.
The room was pretty big—it needed to be to accommodate the big furniture. He had a king-size bed with a headboard and foot rail made from light brown logs stripped of their bark. There was nothing superfluous in the room. No photos, no knickknacks, no decorative throw pillows to worry about getting in the way. He had two pillows, and covering the bed was what appeared to be a homemade quilt made from squares of multicolored fabrics. On either side of the bed was a table constructed from the same wood as the headboard, and a double-wide chest of drawers took up most of one wall. What stood out was the floor-to-ceiling window directly opposite the foot of the bed. There were no curtains or shades, allowing for anunobstructed view out into the woods and a sliver of one end of the pavilion.
“I haven’t given much thought to covering that window yet.” He came out of the bathroom holding a towel and had another one wrapped tightly around his narrow hips. “I’m usually up before the sun anyway.” He stood in front of her, his legs braced apart.
Luna could only nod, unable to form a response because she was too busy drooling over his body. Driven by an undeniable need, she reached out and touched the side of his neck, and her gaze followed her hand as it trailed down and across his impressive chest, where she lightly scraped her fingernails through the patch of hair, then over and around his left nipple. He sucked in a breath, and when she looked up, his eyes were closed, his nostrils flared, and his jaw was clenched.
Interesting.
She continued her exploration down the center of his torso, enjoying the feel of each of his ripped abs beneath her fingers, framed by that coolVthing at his hips, and finally stopping at the top of the towel, which was tented in the front from his erection.
Luna had spent years surrounded by powerful, strong, confident men, but no one filled her with longing the way Boone did.
“I want to see you.” Her voice was an oddly hoarse whisper.
She tucked her fingers beneath the towel, ready to pull it off, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
“Nope, I can’t let you touch me yet,” he said. “I’ve fantasized about this moment for a long time, and I want it to last, and if you touch me right now, I’ll lose it.”
“Really? You’ve fantasized about me?” She grinned, shocked that little old her affected him so powerfully.
“Only every fucking day since about two weeks after I first met you.” She loved how he never held anything back when speaking to her.
“Okay then, I’ll go first.” His openness about his body’s reaction to her made it easier for her to set aside any unease or embarrassment she might’ve felt. This being her first time and all.
Luna reached behind her to untie the straps at the center of her back, tugged on the ends, and let them hang. Boone clenched the extra towel in his hand, and his heated blue gaze followed her every move like a hunter stalking his prey.
She felt a rush of feminine power knowing she elicited that effect from him, and she reached up to untie the straps at the back of her neck, held them out, and released them. Her top fluttered to the floor between them.
His gaze was intense as it traveled from one breast to the other.
“Fuck.” Boone released his grip on the extra towel. It dropped to the floor on top of her suit, and he spread his hands gently over her breasts, completely covering them.
Goosebumps prickled across her skin, and her nipples hardened almost to the point of pain. She leaned into his touch, seeking relief, but it wasn’t enough. Her body yearned for more. So much more.
He leaned down and teased the tip of his tongue over one nipple and shifted to the other. She speared her fingers through his wet hair and kept them there as he suckled and licked one breast and teased the other with gentle tugs and pinches.
Her inner muscles tightened, moisture flooded her bathing suit bottom, and her knees threatened to give out.
Boone released her breast with a barely audiblepop, scooped her off the floor, and the room spun as he turned to carry her over to his big bed. He knee-walked across the mattress, laid her down in the center, and tucked his fingers into each side of her bikini bottom, but then he stopped before tugging them down.
“Are you sure about this, Luna?” His fingers were poised at her hips. “Because I need you to be sure before I go any further.”
“Yes, I’m very sure.” She’d never been so sure about anything in her life. “I want you, Boone.”
He moved until he was atop her and held the bulk of his weight off of her with his forearms framing her head.
