Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“I am,” he agreed.
I bit my bottom lip. “Maybe you should come closer so we can share body heat. Let me warm you.”
I’d intended to keep my hands to myself, but now he was here, and he was so close that the slightest inhale of breath caused the hair on his chest to scratch against my skin. This was beyond temptation. This was inevitability.
“On second thought, I don’t think I can do this,” I breathed. “I want to put my hands all over you.”
Boone was big and solid, with powerful, iron-hard muscles under smooth skin. The lamplight gilded the day’s growth of scruff on his jaw and gave a silvery glow to the single raindrop caught on the edge of his eyelashes. Every part of his body begged to be touched. How anyone could expect me to share this sleeping bag without copping lots and lots of feels was beyond me. But the look on his face, the stillness and almost vulnerability there, held me still.
Then his hand came up slowly to brush across the top of my hair and around to cup the back of my head. Our eyes stayed locked together as he pulled me closer. “C’mere,” he murmured just before his lips touched mine.
It was sweet and light, teasing and tentative, for about three seconds. And then suddenly, the gloves were off. I lurched at him to deepen the kiss as the grip of his hand in my hair tightened almost to the point of pain. In that moment, I didn’t give a fuck that he was my boss. That he was Oscar’s friend. That he was surly and gruff. All I cared about was getting more of him. I figured we could excuse the breach of conduct as long as we were the only people out here under the stormy night sky. No one would ever have to know, and we could slake our thirst with each other in this frozen moment before returning to the real world in the morning.
“Want you,” I gasped between hungry kisses. Boone’s deep groan echoed my desperation, and his knee slid aggressively between my legs until he could wrap one leg around mine and tug me closer. His hand moved down to grab my ass and squeeze, pulling my throbbing cock against his hip.
I rutted against him as we kissed, making pathetic whimpering noises because I wanted it all at the same time. Kissing, humping, grabbing. The rain came down even louder on the roof of the tent, nearly drowning out the sounds of our heavy breathing and the swishing of the nylon sleeping bag as we shoved it off of our now-heated bodies.
Boone’s large, callused fingers shoved underneath my shirt until the whole thing bunched under my armpits, and his hand spanned my back to hold me closer to his chest. I thought I heard him grumble the words more and fuck several times, but that might have been my own thoughts echoing inside my head.
My hands were greedy bastards, trying to reach every inch of his bare skin possible, if only so I could inventory it quickly and come back later for a more detailed audit.
Within moments, my shirt had come off, and Boone had moved on top of me to thrust his hard dick against mine as he gripped my hair to hold my head still. His mouth invaded mine as if the man had been holding back for days and was finally, finally, allowed to taste me.
I arched up into him and moved my head away to suck in a much-needed breath. “Make me come,” I gasped before kissing him again. He pulled back just enough to pin me with that dominant, combustible gaze.
“You need to be sure of things,” he said in a rough voice. “Be sure, McQueen.”
His use of my nickname washed over me with surprising affection.
I’d never been more unsure about anything in my life, but I was a damned good liar.
“I’m sure.”
The fire in his eyes blazed bright and hot, and I let myself be consumed by it.
13
BOONE
Touching Richard was terrifying, both because I knew I shouldn’t have been doing it and because I feared I’d never be able to stop. It had been that fear that had kept me outside, shivering in the rain, for as long as I had.
I’d known I wouldn’t be able to share his tent, let alone his sleeping bag, without reaching for him. Even if I’d somehow managed to control myself while I was awake—not at all a guarantee, given how tempted I’d been all night—it would have happened later, when my dreams got the better of me.
Sure enough, now here we were, with his skin warm and inviting under my hands and his breathless, wanting noises in my ear driving me crazy. And all I could think was that I was going to take as much of him as he was willing to give.