“I am,” she said, nodding her head as she answered.
“Once it’s done, I can’t walk away. It’s a one way decision.”
“I know. Let’s do this and take the ‘big thing’ that’s hanging over our shoulders out of the equation so we and everyone else can stop anticipating and questioning. This isn’t a trial anymore. It’s our lives.”
Boon swept her up in his arms and strode toward their bedroom. He dropped her to the bed, then stopped as a thought occurred to him. “I’ll be back!” he exclaimed and ran out of the room. She heard the click of the lock on the front door and almost immediately he was standing beside the bed again. “Too many family members that think they can just drop by. Had to make sure it was locked.”
“Good idea,” she said as she got to her knees on the bed.
“You have no idea how much you mean to me,” Boon said. “I’m not good at pretty words and wooing behavior. I’m just a simple male. But I’ll do my…”
Angelle shuffled closer to him across the mattress and held a finger to his lips. “Stop telling me what you aren’t. There is nothing I need except you. As you are.”
Boon smiled at her. “Same. You. As you are.”
“You’re sure? I can be kind of boring.”
“I’m sure. We can be boring together.”
“Somehow I don’t think what’s about to happen could ever be described as boring.”
Boon shook his head. “I’m about to make you mine in every sense of the word.”
“Show me.”
He held her face in his hands as he leaned into her, kissing her gently at first, before he released whatever hold he seemed to have been keeping on himself and took them both more deeplyinto the kiss. As he kissed her, he unbuttoned her blouse, gently pushing it from her shoulders to fall to the bed behind her.
As soon as Angelle felt the fabric of her blouse slip down her arms to land behind her, her hands went to work on Boon’s shirt. She was so nervous as she fumbled with his buttons that her fingers stumbled as she tried to move from one button to the next.
Boon let go of her long enough to grip the front of his shirt in both hands. He ripped the shirt open, sending buttons pinging around the room.
Angelle laughed, wide-eyed as she glanced around the room for the buttons as they stopped rolling around the floor.
“Wasn’t one of my favorites anyway,” he mumbled as his lips found hers again. He wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her body up against his own. He closed his eyes and an unconscious rumble left him as he savored the feel of her in his arms, her body touching his. Then his focus was pulled away from the feel of her body in his arms as he realized her hands began fighting with the zipper of his jeans. He looked down at her slender fingers fighting to free the rest of his body. He reached down and covered her hand with his, stilling her fingers. “Are you afraid?” he asked.
“Maybe a little, I’m certainly nervous.”
His head canted a little as he considered her.
“But I want this. I want you. It’s just new.”
“I can wait if you’re not ready,” he said.
“That’s nice. But I can’t wait any longer. I’ve waited all my life to be seen. To be appreciated. To be wanted.”
“You are all those things, and loved.”
“Take these off,” she whispered, tugging on the waistband of his jeans.
Boon stepped back and watched her face as her eyes took him in, starting with his eyes and his face, then making theirway down his body where they focused hungrily on his hands. Without any further hesitation, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down his hips. His hardened arousal bounced free from its confines, standing strong and proud as she memorized every inch of his body. Boon’s hand went instinctively to cup his heavy scrotum, tugging on it as he kneaded his testicles while stepping out of his pants. He looked down at himself wondering what she saw when she looked at him. He didn’t have to wonder long.
His body was hard and taut, his skin a soft pale gray color. The muscles in his body he’d surely been born with rather than having been developed, since they appeared to have been sculpted into place. His arms were just as thick as his thighs, his hands while large and bearing some scars, were conflicting in their appearance of being strong and yet graceful. The width of his chest was at odds with the slenderness of his waist, but somehow the eight abdominal muscles clearly outlined between the two seemed to balance his body and make it all work together in what was the single most beautiful body she’d ever seen. Angelle watched as he gave his scrotum another tug and his cock jumped in response. That part of him… she had no experience in these kinds of things, but that part of him surely had to set a record of some sort.
Her face skewed up a little, her brows bunching as she stared at that part of him, wondering if there was some sort of record book of such things.
“What’s that look mean?” he asked, his voice gruff with pent up arousal.
“I wonder if there’s a way to determine if that’s a record of some sort?” she answered without thinking.
