Chapter 11 #2
“You’re going to have to explain to me why you think it’s such a bad thing,” he said.
“Because all anyone ever seems to see is this sweet, boring, unadventurous woman who blends into the background. I’m about as interesting to people as that couch,” she said, pointing to the piece of furniture.
“It’s useful, but no one really looks at or thinks about the couch.
It’s just there, doing what it does, offering people a place to sit. ”
Boone’s expression sobered. “Mila—” he started, but she’d held all of this in for weeks.
“You pushed me away when I told you about my sexual experiences.”
Boone scowled. “Not sure you could call any of that experience.”
“I’m twenty-seven years old, Boone, and while I may not have a lot of practical experience, I don’t live like a nun. I read dirty books. I watch porn. I know what I want from a lover.”
“There’s a difference between fantasies and reality, darlin’.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t diminish what I’m saying by trying to tell me I don’t understand my own desires.”
“I wasn’t doing that. I’m just saying—”
“I know what you’re saying. You’re warning me. You think you’re protecting me,” she spat out angrily. “Because apparently I’m too sweet and virginal and stupid to really know what I want.”
Boone narrowed his eyes. “Don’t put words in my mouth, Mila. Especially wrong ones.”
“So you weren’t playing the martyr? Saving my sweet, innocent self when you pushed me away?”
Boone ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated—because they both knew that was exactly what he’d done. “You’ve never been with a man like me. You might find yourself in over your head, might not like pain with your pleasure, might not like losing control.”
She crossed her arms. “So I don’t even get the chance to try?
I’m too far gone for anything more than boring-as-shit missionary with beta men who ask permission every step of the way and treat me like I’m some fragile doll?
Awesome. I wish I’d known there was a shelf life on kinkiness.
I would have gotten out more in my early twenties. ”
Boone huffed out a harsh breath, half laugh, half annoyance. “Alright. Fine. You’ve made your point. So spell it out for me. Tell me what you want in a lover?”
No one had ever asked Mila that question, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have her answer ready.
“I want to be with a guy who knows what he’s doing.
I want someone who’ll pull my hair and spank my ass, bend me over the nearest flat surface and fuck me until I can’t walk straight.
I want him to call me his good girl, and I want him to take charge, give me commands he expects me to obey.
I want someone who wants me so much, he rips off my clothes the second he sees me. ”
Boone had said he was a rough lover, but he hadn’t alluded to much more than that. What if her desires were too much for him?
Panic set in when he didn’t reply, so she sought for a way to minimize the damage, turning her gaze toward the fire. “I think I’m drunk.”
“Tipsy at most.” Boone grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, drawing her face toward him. “Look at me, darlin’.”
She did, but damn if Boone’s poker face wasn’t in full force.
“You don’t want me to diminish your words, so you don’t get to do it either. Did you mean what you said?”
She nodded.
“Would those words be different if you hadn’t had wine?”
“Not a single one,” she confessed.
“Are they going to change tomorrow?”
“No.”
“So that’s what you want,” he said simply.
Mila leaned closer, reaching out to run her hand over his shoulder, down his muscular arm. Bending closer, she didn’t stop until her lips brushed his cheek, his beard scratching the side of her face. “I want it all the way to the depths of my soul.”
Boone’s jaw grew tight as his gaze slid over her naked form. “You’re beautiful.”
Then he moved before she could react. She’d intended to kiss him, but Boone was too fast. One second, she was kneeling before him; the next, she was on her back, sinking into the plush rug.
Boone stared down at her, looking at her so intently, she could barely breathe. She couldn’t tell if he was getting ready to kiss her or walk away.
She gripped his upper arms, frightened by the idea he was going to push her away again.
When he chuckled, shaking off her hold, she frowned.
“I’m not going anywhere, darlin’.”
“I didn’t freak you out?” she asked.
Boone didn’t reply. Instead, he lowered himself over her, kissing her so deeply, her entire body tingled. He was a large man, physically, and while that should feel intimidating, all Mila felt was safe and warm.
“Do I look freaked out?” he murmured against her lips.
She huffed out a soft laugh, but it quickly turned to a gasp when he bit her shoulder. Mila savored the burn, wanted him to leave his mark, wanted a reminder of tonight. Something she could look back on in a few days and remember this moment, how perfect it was.
She moaned when his lips trailed down her neck and chest, stopping at her breasts. Cupping them, he shifted back and forth, sucking on her nipples, plumping the flesh, teasing her with his licks and kisses.
Boone ran his tongue along the valley between them. “I’m going to fuck you here. Have you press these gorgeous tits together while I bury my cock in the middle.”
“Do it now,” she whispered, loving the sound of it.
“Miss Impatient.”
“Please, Boone. I want everything. Every experience you’ll give me.”
“Maybe you should make me a list.”
She knew he was joking, but she’d do it.
“Not tonight, though,” he said. She started to panic again until he added, “Tonight, I’ve got my own list.”
“Oh yeah?” she whispered.
“Tonight is all about taking our time and learning each other’s bodies. You’ve only come twice. That’s nowhere near enough.”
Halle-fucking-lujah.
Boone bent his head and continued playing with her breasts until Mila was gasping for air and desperate for more. While his ministrations were definite turn-ons, they weren’t nearly enough. Mila slipped one hand lower and started to stroke her clit.
Boone grasped her wrist and pressed it against the rug. “Bad girl.”
“I need more.”
“And you’ll get it. When I give it to you.”
“Please, Boone.”
He gave her a hard kiss, followed by an equally hard look. “I do like the pretty way you beg. Hope you’re prepared to keep doing it.”
She shot him a dirty look, but all it did was amuse him. And dare him.
Boone returned to her breasts, taking his time. He’d said his intention was for them to learn each other, and she figured at this point, he knew the layout of her tits better than she did.
She shivered when—finally—he shifted lower.
“God,” she whispered when he licked along her slit. Boone wasn’t shy about his exploration. More than that, he made her feel like some sort of delicacy as he hummed in pleasure.
Placing a too-soft kiss on her clit, he followed with gentle strokes of his tongue that didn’t offer enough stimulation.
Mila lifted her hips, hoping he’d get the point, that he’d up the ante, but if anything, he moved even slower, his touches so light they were almost imperceptible.
She huffed out a short breath of frustration, confused when Boone lifted his head and gave her a wicked grin. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing to her. Or, perhaps it was more accurate to say what he wasn’t doing to her.
“I don’t hear any begging, darlin’. Start with my name, then toss in a few pleases. And grab hold of my hair again like you did earlier. I don’t want a quiet, sweet lover.” He emphasized the word sweet, knowing it would set her on fire.
“Boone,” she said, too wired to protest. She needed more of his heated, rough touches and she needed them now. “Please!”
Boone winked then lowered his head, turning the temperature from lukewarm to raging inferno.
He left no part of her untouched, unkissed, unbitten.
Her back arched as she loudly cried out his name when he shoved three fingers in to the hilt.
The gentleness from their first encounter was gone, replaced by this powerful man who took without asking, who listened to her and was now making all her dreams come true. One rough thrust at a time.
Mila came within minutes, her thoughts going to pure static, and her body jerked as if electrocuted.
Her orgasm hit so hard, she swore her bones rattled.
Boone didn’t give way like he did the first time.
Now, he continued to stroke, driving the impulses out longer, pushing them so high, she feared she’d pass out.
“God. Please, Boone! Please.” Mila wasn’t sure if she was asking for mercy or more. Not that it mattered. Boone had his own agenda, and he was making it damn clear her input wasn’t necessary.
Her climax only began to slow when his fingers did.
“Perfect,” he mused, lifting his head. “Goddamn, you’re pretty when you come, Mila.”
Her cheeks heated. She was only able to offer him the weakest of smiles, her body still in recovery mode.
“I came so hard, it almost hurt.”
If she’d expected him to apologize for that, she was destined to be disappointed, because her admission pleased him way too much.
Boone shifted over her, giving her a long, passionate kiss, the taste of herself lingering on his lips.
He reached between them, intent on taking her again, but there was something on her list that she was dying to try.
Mila placed her hand flat on his chest, pressing against him.
Boone paused, confused. “Are you too sore?”
She quickly shook her head. “God no. It’s just…
” She grasped his cock in her hand, sliding her palm along the length.
This was the first time she’d held his dick.
No wonder she’d felt so full when he took her before.
Boone’s cock was the perfect amount of length and girth. Maybe a little too perfect.
“You want to take me in your mouth, darlin’?”
She nodded.
“You ever done that before?”