He raises his brow as he pushes the Start button. “Have you seen your uncle’s car?”
I let my eyes slide across his competent hands on the wheel, the sure angle of his shoulders. “You look good driving it.”
He flushes at the compliment. Oh, sweet, sweet Booney. He probably doesn’t realize that, even if he refuses Anders’ gift, being Hopper’s kid means he’ll be able to afford one just like it.
I’ll let Hopper tell him that.
Despite the short drive, I’m so desperate to reconnect with Boone that every second feels like an eternity. We arrive in just a few minutes and race each other up the stairs. We’re barely inside the door when he spins me around and pushes me against it.
I cannot stress this enough: lovers often assume that my size means that I am the aggressor, but that could never be me. A man who will come after me and not make a big deal of our size difference is everything. It’s also helpful that Boone is so fucking strong and his kisses have an undercurrent of desperation to them.
As much as I’d love to believe he’s the one who can’t wait to rip our clothes off, we both need this. We still have a lot to say to each other, but I don’t have it in me to hold a deep, meaningful conversation right now.
A deep, meaningful dicking down, on the other hand…
His insistent kisses are scrambling my mind, as is the way he’s holding me tight to him. When we finally come up for air, I gasp, “Fuck me, please.”
“Yes,” he says, smiling against my lips.
We go back to kissing as he pulls me away from the door, walking me backward to his bed.
“This seems familiar.”
We hit the bed with a satisfyingwhomp,and Boone rolls on top of me, his kisses like chocolate after weeks of going without. I run my hands under his shirt, taking in his toned back, strong ass, and broad shoulders. He’s rucked my T-shirt up past my nipples, which tighten and peak under the whoosh of the overhead fan. Kissing a line up my belly and onto my chest, Boone runs the tip of his tongue around one nipple before practically devouring the other.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands, rolling away from me.
You don’t need to tell me twice.
I jump out of bed and tear off every bit of clothing, and he does the same.
“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes hungry as they take in my body. “You are stunning.”
I gesture at his hardened physique. “Same.”
We fall into bed again, this time I push Boone onto his back, kissing his neck, thumbing his hip bones as I move down his strong torso. I bury my nose in his pubic hair, memorizing the scent of him. I’m a tease, ghosting my lips over his growing hard-on, just a tiny little suck at the very tip of his cockhead.
He makes a disgruntled sound when I feather his slit with my tongue.
“Maverick…” His voice is in the basement, and it rattles up my spine.
I wink, slowly taking the rest of his fat head into my mouth before slurping noisily. Fucking hell, he’s perfect. I chance a look in his direction, hoping he’s okay with what I’m doing, and his eyes light up when they meet mine.
As someone who’s seen his fair share of judgment in the eyes of others, this is a welcome change.
And not just because I’m naked with the man.
I trail kisses up his chest and find his lips again, thrusting cock against cock, hard and silken, as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. It’s heady, this intimacy between us, but it’s not enough.
Not nearly enough. I go in for another kiss, deeper this time.
“Fuck me, Boone,” I whisper, desperate. “Now.”
He surges forward, needing this as much as I do.
And then he pulls back with an apologetic expression.
“Something wrong?”
