Boone moves fast, forcing me to lie back or risk him bumping into my nose when he stalks over my body. His eyes search mine. The heat and intensity are still there, but there’s also a seriousness that was absent earlier. “If there’s something you don’t want me to do, then tell me no, tell me to stop, but if there is something I’m doing, it’s because I want to.” He lowers himself over me, so I’m pressed against the mattress, pinned by his weight. He drops his face even lower, until I have to close my eyes or risk going cross-eyed to keep looking at him.
I feel his lips brush over my ear, his warm breath falling over my neck, and my entire body relaxes. “Because I want to taste you, Harlyn. I want to make you come with my mouth, my tongue. I want to feel you tremble in my hands and know I’m the only one who will ever make you feel that way.”
“Okay.” I breathe the response, because that is the only thing I’m capable of doing at the moment. Boone delivers one languid kiss to the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet before slowly moving down my body again. I don’t mean to tense up, but this time, I know where he’s going and what he’s doing, yet I have no idea what to expect.
He peppers my breasts and belly with kisses. My heart skips a beat when I feel his cool breath on the overheated flesh between my legs. The first touch makes me squirm, and the second has my head kicking back and my eyes slamming closed. Within twenty seconds, my toes are curled, and I don’t think I can remember my name, but I do know his. I haven’t stopped saying it since he opened me up and sucked my clit into his mouth. When his finger slides inside while he’s still working his mouth and tongue over me, I come so hard I think I scream. He continues to lap and suck until I push him away while panting for him to stop.
His chin is wet, dragging across my stomach when he finally comes up from between my legs. His heavy-lidded eyes arelocked on mine as he prowls up my body. If I wasn’t already halfway in love with Boone Landry, I would be now. That is not the kind of orgasm a girl could soon forget or replace.
I force myself to lift my arms and wrap them over his shoulders, even though my body feels like Jello. “Good heavens,” I mutter, nuzzling into his neck and eliciting a soft chuckle from Boone. He smells like me, and some deep, dark part of me loves that.
He kisses my neck, and arousal I thought was sated flares again. He rocks his hips against me, and it’s only then I realize his pants are gone, and I have no idea when he removed them. With renewed intention, I reach between our bodies and find him hard and ready. I push his shoulder with my free hand, determined to return the favor, but Boone doesn’t just roll over onto his back. He takes me with him, so our positions are reversed, with me on top.
After the shock wears off, I kiss his neck and chest, making my path clear as I inch lower. “Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbles, his voice deep with need.
“Not far.” I manage to plant an open-mouthed kiss on the tip of Boone’s dick before he grasps a fistful of my hair. I expect him to guide me down, but instead, I feel a slight tug pulling me up. I peer at him to find him already gazing down at me. His expression is almost pained.
“No?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but no.” He shakes his head and releases his hold on my hair. “I need to be inside you.”
“Technically…” I leave the sentence hanging, while Boone reaches over to the side of his bed and opens a drawer. He fumbles around for several seconds before he ends up just pulling things out to drop on the floor.
“Need a hand?” I smirk.
“Finally.” He lifts his hand in victory, holding a small square package pinched between his fingers.
I extend my hand, asking for the condom. I’ve never put one on, but it can’t be that hard, right? This is the least sexy thing about sex, but we haven’t discussed histories or birth control, so it’s the smart thing to do. With a single raised brow, Boone passes me the package. I end up using my teeth to tear it open when my fingers fail me. When I hear his chuckle, I realize it’s at my expense. My nose is all scrunched up in disgust at the slimy thing.
“I’m trying to be sexy here,” I tease.
He places his arms behind his head, humor still dancing in his eyes, and says, “And doing a mighty fine job.”
Thankfully, his thick length is still hard by the time I kneel between his legs with the rubber’s tip pinched between my fingers. It only takes a few more seconds of me fumbling to get the damn thing rolled down, but it stops short of reaching his base. “Uh-oh,” I mutter. “Did I do it wrong?”
“God, I hope not. I’m running out of useless facts and baseball stats.” He looks down and squints. “What’s the problem?”
I gesture to the exact place he’s looking—his dick. “It’s not long enough.”
Boone’s eyes widen before he drops his head back to the bed and laughs. “Please tell me you’re talking about the condom.”
“Of course I’m talking about the condom,” I snap, feeling like he’s making fun of me.
“You’re ador—wait, this isn’t… You’ve…” Suddenly, Boone’s very serious.
“I’m not a virgin.” I roll my eyes, feeling slightly defensive but also maybe a little regretful. It might be nice if he was my first. I certainly don’t want to think about anyone else he’s been with.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked like that, especially now. It’s just that you hadn’t… and then the—forget I said that.” He sits up and reaches for me, half pulling me across his body while I crawl to straddle him. The minute our bodies connect, the awkward tension flees. I can still smell myself on his skin, still feel how hard he is despite the silliness of the last few minutes.
“It’s never been like this though,” I admit. I probably should have kept that to myself, but I don’t want to keep any secrets from Boone.
He brushes the side of my face, pushing away a few strands of what I’m sure is messy hair, before kissing the tip of my nose. “I know.” His response feels like a confirmation that he agrees with me, but it could also be wishful thinking.
Our lips meet, and he kisses me again, slow and sweet. Within minutes, my hips are rocking against him. When he slides his hand between our bodies, I lift, providing just enough room for him to grip his length and line us up. He teases me, rubbing his firm head over my clit until my breathing grows heavier. When I feel him nudging against my opening, I lean back to straddle his hips.
Boone kicks his head back and lets out a deep groan that has my inner walls tightening. His eyes flare wide as he reaches up to cup my breast. I try to push all the way down, but even as wet as I am, his size makes the position a little uncomfortable. It’s not until he slips his fingers between our bodies and toys with my clit that I’m finally able to fully take him. I’m not sure if I’m swollen from the earlier orgasm, or if he’s just that big.
I lean forward so we’re chest to chest, and that makes it so much easier to ride him. My pace picks up as the pressure of a climax builds.
