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Ripley
I’m in trouble.
Everything that comes out of Boone’s mouth is wearing down my resolve to end this between us before it gets out of hand.
He knows it.
I know it.
And yet I can’t stop myself from wanting whatever he’s going to give me.He stands before me naked, his blue eyes drilling into mine.
“Right here, right now, it’s just you and me.No bullshit.No media.No families.No past.Just us.Thisis what matters.If you can just give us a shot, a real one, this is all that matters.We make the rules.We decide what pieces everyone else gets.We control this, not anyone else.”
He makes it sound so easy, even though I know it’s not.For tonight, I’m willing to buy into the fantasy he paints.He says I don’t need him, but maybe right now, I do.
“Show me,” I tell him, and burning heat flares in his gaze.
“That’s exactly what I plan to do.Lose the bra.”
I push up on my elbows on the bed and reach behind me to unhook it.I’ve never been a seductress, but with Boone, I wish I were.I let the cups drop forward before slowly drawing the bra away from my skin.
His fingers tense and release with every inch of skin I uncover, like he’s fighting back the urge to touch.
Don’t fight it.I want your hands on me.I want to forget everything but how you make me feel.My head fills with all the things I can never bring myself to say out loud.
Boone’s patience dangles by a thread as I slip the bra off and toss it aside.His voice takes on that gravelly tone in his songs when he speaks.
“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?”He drops both palms to the bed and leans forward, capturing one nipple.With a tug, it’s hard and aching, shooting darts of sensation to my clit, which is dying for the perfect friction only Boone seems to be able to deliver.
When he finally releases the peak and switches to the other, my breaths are already becoming uneven.
I bury my hands in his hair, holding his head to my chest as I arch up, wanting more.His teeth clamp down on my nipple, nipping and dragging across the sensitive flesh.Heat bursts between my legs, and as much as I love foreplay, I need him to hurry.
Releasing my grip on Boone’s hair, I shift so I can reach between our bodies and palm his cock.I can feel his groan against my skin, and my urgency kicks up another notch.
“Please.Hurry.”
Boone lifts his head.“What makes you think I’m going to hurry a damn thing?You’re meant to be savored, sugar, and all this sweetness is mine.”
The heat between my legs is only matched by the burning in my chest when he says things like that.
Don’t fall in love with him, Ripley.This is just sex.
I spread my legs and lift my hips to grind against Boone.
“Jesus, fuck.I can feel how damn wet you are.”He reaches between us, his finger sliding across my smooth skin.With the tiniest bit of pressure, his finger would slip inside me.
With each spine-arching stroke, Boone plays with me.My hips buck, trying to force his hand, but he pulls back and meets my eyes as he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean.
“So fucking sweet.”
Oh my God.I’m nearing combustion.
“You want my fingers inside you?”he asks.
“Yes, dammit.”
