Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
He caught and then he grabbed my wrists, lifted my arms, transferred them into one of his hands, leaned into me and pressed them against the mirror behind me.
He did this as he slid inside.
Oh…
Yeah.
I closed my eyes and my head fell back, hitting glass.
God, he felt good. Perfect fit. That body so close. So warm. His smell. His hold on me.
His free arm came around me and it was then I realized he wasn’t moving.
I opened my eyes and righted my head.
“Boone…”
I trailed off because of the look on his face.
Suffice it to say, I’d never forget the look on his unbelievably beautiful face.
It told me, moments earlier, I’d said the right thing.
The way right thing.
And it meant a lot to him.
A whole lot.
At the same time, where he was now, connected to me, meant the same.
“Fucked up, not puttin’ in the work to win you,” he said. “Fucked up again, seein’ another woman when I should have been with you. Fucked up with this, because I didn’t want our first time to be on a bathroom sink. But bottom line, all that, and you like you look right now, like you feel right now, what you just said to me, I’ll take it too.”
I arched my back to press my front into his chest.
He dipped his head and kissed me.
It might have begun fast, but he then straight-up made love to me.
On my bathroom sink.
Slow, sweet, lots of kissing, lots of eye contact, lots of him touching me and doing it flat-out reverently.
Faster, deeper, but sweeter, and more kissing, eye contact, and now gripping (him, doing this to my ass with one hand as well as his fingers of the other around my wrists).
And then I knew where he was at by the look in his eyes even before his hand moved from my behind and went between us.
With a thumb to my clit, he wanted me to get there.
So I gave over to him and he took me there.
Oh yeah.
I went there with a gasp and a full-on shiver, and once I got to the place he took me, I never wanted to leave.
He watched my orgasm.
Then he took himself there.
I watched his.
Wow.
I’d always thought he was beautiful.
But that?
That was beautiful.
I’d had my fair share of experience with sex, but I could not say I’d ever done it on a bathroom sink.
And I would never in a million years suspect that doing it there would be the most profound and intimate experience I’d ever had in my life in a way this moment very likely could be just that for the rest of it.
But that was what happened for Boone and me.
He was kissing me gently and gliding in and out before he slid in, ended the kissing and caught my slowly opening eyes.
I liked all this.
Including the fact he held me where I was, didn’t release my wrists, even when we got to the gentle after parts.
“Choice taste in music, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“Wh-what?” I forced out.
“‘You’ve Got the Love.’ Never gave any time to considering what song would cover my ice-cream-cones-in-the-park montage. But that one’s spot on.”
Was he still inside me after our first time and…
Teasing me?
“Do you ice skate?” I asked.
“Pennsylvania is no Minnesota, but we were no slouches in the hockey stakes.”
“Hockey?”
“Got my ass kicked a lot when I was a scrawny fucker. So when I filled out and got back on the ice, felt damn good knocking those guys on their asses.”
I smiled up at him.
He smiled back.
Then I noted, “I think we did great with this going-slow thing. What is it? We waited a whole day and a half before going at it? We rock.”
He chuckled at that, it was ridiculously awesome to see it at the same time feel it, but it faded, and he let my wrists go so he could catch my face in both his hands.
“Don’t let me fuck this up,” he whispered, for some reason, his eyes directed to my mouth.
“Don’t let me fuck it up,” I whispered back.
His gaze rose to mine.
“Deal.”
Chapter Ten
Threat Neutralized
Ryn
I woke with a jerk, my breath catching.
I was on my back, on my couch, my laptop on my stomach.
I’d fallen asleep while researching alcoholism, post-traumatic stress disorder and the best tile grouting strategies.
Earlier, Boone had had to go to work.
But he didn’t go before we’d made plans.
Lots of plans.
These included the fact that Boone and I had things set for that day, ending with him spending the night at my place.
Where I hoped we had more sex.
The next day, with any luck after some decent sleep (and more sex), I was finally going to dig into the disaster at the house I wanted to flip while Boone was at work. And since I had that night off from Smithie’s, I was going to finish at the house, come home, shower, Boone was going to take me out to dinner, and after, we were going to spend the night at his place.