Chapter 15 #2
“Since when do I tell you what to do?” she asked, her voice breathy and soft.
He could get lost in the pretty green pools of her eyes—drown in them. Lose himself in nothing but Radley. And she looked about as far gone as him right now.
“Since forever,” he murmured. “And I’m sorry,” he added, ducking his head closer, hovering only inches away from her.
“Sorry for what?” she asked, the air thickening between them.
“Kissing you.” And then his mouth was on hers, insistent and hot and hungry. Radley whimpered but yielded to him, clutching tighter onto his shirt, as if he was the only thing holding her up.
Boone released her hands but wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, palming the back of her head.
She tasted feminine and sweet and so damn right, his body’s reaction nearly shocked him.
His cock sprang to life, throbbing and hard against his boxers.
Heat flooded through him, adrenaline spiking his blood stream.
His body tensed, every part of him ready to pounce. To absolutely devour her.
He backed her against the counter.
Boone’s big hands slid to her hips, and then he was lifting her up, setting her on the countertop and stepping between her spread thighs.
“You okay?” he asked, his gaze briefly dropping to the side where she was bruised.
“More than okay.”
“I’ll kill him for touching you,” Boone said, his voice tortured.
“No.” She wound her arms around his neck, her legs wrapping around his waist, so her core was pressed up against his erection. His cock twitched, his blood pressure spiking, and he willed himself to go slow.
“Just kiss me, Boone.”
“With pleasure.” And then he devoured her, kissing her like he’d never get enough. Radley arched against him, her full breasts rubbing against his chest, her core hot against his aching cock. He felt like he was about to erupt in flames.
Radley mewled with pleasure, bucking lightly against him as their kiss deepened. Only a few pieces of fabric separated them, and my God, he wanted her naked and beneath him more than he wanted his next breath.
“Kitten,” he said, trying to slow her down. “You’re hurt.”
“No,” she retorted. “I need you. Make me yours.”
With a groan, Boone lifted her from the counter, his hands sliding beneath her ass as he carried her down the hall. Boone feared he’d never be able to deny her anything.
She ground her sex against him, and he swore. Radley was no shrinking violet. His little kitten had claws.
He eased her up and down his hard shaft, listening to her tiny gasps of pleasure. “I didn’t come here to take you to bed,” he murmured between kisses.
“But you’ll do it anyway,” she sassed.
Boone nipped at her, growling. She laughed and flashed him a knowing look, her cheeks flushed and green eyes sparkling. Considering he’d been checking her for injuries moments ago, the entire evening had suddenly flipped on its head.
Radley riding his cock was not how he’d pictured the night going, but hell.
If she wanted him to make love to her, there was no way he could refuse.
He carried her into the bedroom, the peachy floral scent of it slamming into him.
His gaze swept over a tray of perfumes on her dresser.
The frilly bedspread. The pillows and softness.
It was a contrast to the fierceness of Radley, but he loved it all.
He breathed in the alluring scent of her.
Briefly, Boone wondered if she smelled that sweet everywhere.
He couldn’t wait to find out.
He set her on her feet, feeling every inch of her curves as she slid down his body. Boone kissed her again, his hands tangling in her hair, the moment so fucking right. Radley’s mouth parted as his tongue swept inside, and he kissed her how he wanted, full of passion and desire.
“Hold up,” she said as he finally pulled back and reached for the bottom of her sweater. “I’m still wearing the outfit that I was attacked in. I’m changing clothes first.”
Boone quirked his brow. “You’re changing clothes before I strip you bare?” he questioned.
“Give me two seconds.” She disappeared into her big walk-in closet.
He shook his head, mystified, yet more than a little intrigued.
Everything about Radley surprised him. His jaw dropped when she emerged a minute later, wearing a flirty little miniskirt and lacy bustier top.
Her creamy cleavage spilled over, tempting as sin, and his dick twitched.
He wanted to bury his face between her breasts, driving her wild, then sink inside her hot, wet pussy. She was a fucking temptress.
“Holy shit,” he muttered.
“I realized my lingerie is all in my dresser drawer, so I had to improvise.” She moved toward him, the ends of her long hair teasing around the curve of her breasts, and coyly reached for the zipper on his pants.
“Jesus Christ, Rad.”
She pulled back, playfully pouting. “What?” she sassed, putting her hands on her hips, the motion causing her breasts to bounce. “You changed your mind? You’ve been eye-fucking me since the moment we met.”
“Behave or I’ll slap that ass.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He raised his eyebrows, and she turned around and bent over her bed, flashing him a knowing look over her shoulder.
“I think you want me as badly as I want you,” he said, bunching up her little skirt and lifting it.
Her thong perfectly displayed her rounded ass cheeks, and Boone lightly swatted her, sliding his fingers down to her damp pussy afterward.
“Good girl,” he said, fingering her through the satin as she moaned. “You’re already wet for me.”
He caressed her plump folds, feeling her arousal-dampened thong and listening to her little gasp.
“Boone,” she pleaded.
He bent over, brushing her hair aside and kissing the tender skin of her neck. One hand reached inside her bustier to cup a breast, palming her warm, firm flesh. He squeezed gently, listening to her sweet cry.
“You just needed a man to take control, baby girl.” He lightly pinched her nipple as she bucked up, rising to her tiptoes.
“Get you out of your own head for once.” He teased the folds of her pussy, his lips on her neck.
“I planned to undress you first, kitten. Take my sweet time. Explore every inch of all that soft skin.”
He found her clit, rubbing in circles, and she thrashed beneath him, letting out a strangled cry.
“Maybe you need me to take the edge off first,” he mused, never letting up as her hands fisted her bedspread and her breath came in shallow pants.
“You like teasing me, but look how sweetly you surrendered. You’re mine, Radley.
You fight me at every turn, but that’s because you know you’re safe with me. ”
“Boone,” she pleaded again, rubbing her pussy against his hand.
“Come for me,” he urged, working his fingers faster, still gliding over the satin of her thong. He felt her swollen bud through the material, focusing his attention solely on it. “Come for me like a good girl.”
Boone nudged her legs further apart, and as Radley lay bent over her bed beneath him, she finally screamed her release, her body shuddering under Boone’s expert attention.
Boone kissed her neck again, soft and gentle, easing her down from her orgasmic high until she finally caught her breath, completely relaxed and sated. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hands still on her delectable body. “Beautiful and sexy and mine.”
“Make love to me,” she told him, her voice soft.
This was perhaps the most subdued he’d ever seen Radley, and it was only because he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from her. He kissed her, hard, Boone knowing he’d never get enough of the woman beneath him.
His voice was a low rumble, full of anticipation and need. “With pleasure.”