My heart was beating like a drum in my ears. And there was a second heartbeat now. It throbbed against Boone’s erection and was somehow even louder than the one in my chest.
“C’mon, sugar.” Boone’s large hand splayed over my outer thigh, his calloused palm igniting the nerve endings beneath my skin.
No touching. I didn’t want to be touched….
But I couldn’t push his hand away. All I could do was shiver, my core clenching around his shaft, making the cotton fabric between us even wetter.
“It’s right there, waiting for you,” Boone crooned, his voice a dark promise of shadows and silk. “It’s yours. All you have to do is?—”
A ragged moan tore from my throat before he could finish.
One of surrender, I realized, as my hips began rolling against him with primal need. Taking what I craved.
It felt so good—the hard ridge of him pressing perfectly against my swollen button. The delicious friction shot lightning straight to my core with each desperate rock of my hips.
“Fuck, yes, sugar, just like that. You’re doing so good....”
Boone’s praise scorched through me, pride and shame tangling like wrestlers in my chest.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered against his heavily muscled chest. “I should stop. I don’t—oh!”
A sharp spike of pleasure stole my words. My mindless hips rubbed wantonly into the thick hard thing beneath the fabric. Taking and taking, with no care for my pride.
“Don’t stop.” Boone’s voice had turned raw with restraint. “C’mon, sugar, I’m trying not to move. I don’t want to scare you away. But I need you to be brave. You’re almost there. You smell so fucking good. Don’t stop.”
I had no idea how he knew I was teetering on the edge, but he was right. The pressure built low in my belly, coiling tighter witheach desperate grind against him. My wetness made the slide of cotton fabric against my most sensitive flesh unbearably perfect.
“Boone! Boone!” I gasped out, suddenly terrified of the precipice I was racing toward. Terrified of myself.
“Bravest girl I know,” he reminded me, his voice thick with emotion.
Right before the entire world shattered into blinding light.
My body convulsed against him, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing outward from my core. My thigh trembled beneath his hand, and my back arched as I rode out the most powerful orgasm of my life against his straining length.
“Fuck, sorry!” Boone suddenly croaked. “I can’t hold back... I can’t?—”
That was all the warning I got before his cock jerked against my sensitized flesh and his body shuddered violently underneath my thigh.
The fabric barrier between us grew warmer, wetter. Suddenly, I wasn’t the only reason it was soaked through.
Did Boone... did I just make him... come in his pants?
My mind spun with the aftershocks of both our releases as we came down together.
For a few suspended moments, there was no Dennis. No rules. No limits around what I deserved.
Then the pleasure abruptly vanished, replaced by a crushing wave of shame that burned dirtier than any desire—shame that made me want to crawl out of my own skin and disappear into the darkness forever.
Oh God. What is wrong with me?
I’d told him and Ravik that sex was off the table. And then my body had just... taken what it wanted anyway. Used him. Like some kind of?—
“Nope. Nope. C’mon, don’t do that, sugar.”
Morning light flooded into my eyes, and a force pushed my body up Boone’s chest, so that I was no longer lodged against his erection.
It was Boone, using his own thigh to push me farther up his body so I could look into his eyes, burning like blue fire.
