CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
How was it possible that Luna’s entire body felt languid yet drawn tight as a bow, all at the same? Tingles still sparkled through her body from the orgasm Boone had given her.
She held his hand and happily let him lead her across the house and into his bedroom. Even with the sexual tension building between them, he was still careful to set the house alarm.
“Wait right here.” He held up a finger, then disappeared into the attached bath.
The room was pretty big—it needed to be to accommodate the big furniture.
He had a king-size bed with a headboard and foot rail made from light brown logs stripped of their bark.
There was nothing superfluous in the room.
No photos, no knickknacks, no decorative throw pillows to worry about getting in the way.
He had two pillows, and covering the bed was what appeared to be a homemade quilt made from squares of multicolored fabrics.
On either side of the bed was a table constructed from the same wood as the headboard, and a double-wide chest of drawers took up most of one wall.
What stood out was the floor-to-ceiling window directly opposite the foot of the bed.
There were no curtains or shades, allowing for an unobstructed view out into the woods and a sliver of one end of the pavilion.
“I haven’t given much thought to covering that window yet.” He came out of the bathroom holding a towel and had another one wrapped tightly around his narrow hips. “I’m usually up before the sun anyway.” He stood in front of her, his legs braced apart.
Luna could only nod, unable to form a response because she was too busy drooling over his body.
Driven by an undeniable need, she reached out and touched the side of his neck, and her gaze followed her hand as it trailed down and across his impressive chest, where she lightly scraped her fingernails through the patch of hair, then over and around his left nipple.
He sucked in a breath, and when she looked up, his eyes were closed, his nostrils flared, and his jaw was clenched.
Interesting.
She continued her exploration down the center of his torso, enjoying the feel of each of his ripped abs beneath her fingers, framed by that cool V thing at his hips, and finally stopping at the top of the towel, which was tented in the front from his erection.
Luna had spent years surrounded by powerful, strong, confident men, but no one filled her with longing the way Boone did.
“I want to see you.” Her voice was an oddly hoarse whisper.
She tucked her fingers beneath the towel, ready to pull it off, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
“Nope, I can’t let you touch me yet,” he said. “I’ve fantasized about this moment for a long time, and I want it to last, and if you touch me right now, I’ll lose it.”
“Really? You’ve fantasized about me?” She grinned, shocked that little old her affected him so powerfully.
“Only every fucking day since about two weeks after I first met you.” She loved how he never held anything back when speaking to her.
“Okay then, I’ll go first.” His openness about his body’s reaction to her made it easier for her to set aside any unease or embarrassment she might’ve felt. This being her first time and all.
Luna reached behind her to untie the straps at the center of her back, tugged on the ends, and let them hang. Boone clenched the extra towel in his hand, and his heated blue gaze followed her every move like a hunter stalking his prey.
She felt a rush of feminine power knowing she elicited that effect from him, and she reached up to untie the straps at the back of her neck, held them out, and released them. Her top fluttered to the floor between them.
His gaze was intense as it traveled from one breast to the other.
“Fuck.” Boone released his grip on the extra towel. It dropped to the floor on top of her suit, and he spread his hands gently over her breasts, completely covering them.
Goosebumps prickled across her skin, and her nipples hardened almost to the point of pain. She leaned into his touch, seeking relief, but it wasn’t enough. Her body yearned for more. So much more.
He leaned down and teased the tip of his tongue over one nipple and shifted to the other. She speared her fingers through his wet hair and kept them there as he suckled and licked one breast and teased the other with gentle tugs and pinches.
Her inner muscles tightened, moisture flooded her bathing suit bottom, and her knees threatened to give out.
Boone released her breast with a barely audible pop, scooped her off the floor, and the room spun as he turned to carry her over to his big bed.
He knee-walked across the mattress, laid her down in the center, and tucked his fingers into each side of her bikini bottom, but then he stopped before tugging them down.
“Are you sure about this, Luna?” His fingers were poised at her hips. “Because I need you to be sure before I go any further.”
“Yes, I’m very sure.” She’d never been so sure about anything in her life. “I want you, Boone.”
He moved until he was atop her and held the bulk of his weight off of her with his forearms framing her head.
“I promise to go slow, to make this as comfortable for you as possible.” He feathered kisses up one cheek, across her forehead, and down the other cheek.
“I trust you.” She skimmed her fingertips down the center of his back.
“Good.” He planted his hands on the pillow and levered up to his knees. “Now, where were we?” He snapped his fingers. “Ah, yes, I remember.”
Boone scooted down to stand at the foot of the bed, reached out and hooked his fingers in the sides of her suit.
“Lift your hips for me, baby.” There was a mild bite of command to his words, and she didn’t hate it.
She levered her butt up off the bed, and he slowly dragged her suit down her legs and over her feet. He tossed it in the general direction of where her top and the towel were crumpled on the floor.
“Open your legs,” he instructed with a whisper.
Luna hesitated, but only for a brief moment, then spread her feet apart.
Boone spread his hands out and glided them down her legs.
The rough calluses added to the sensations already pummeling her.
He wrapped his fingers around her ankles, tugged her closer, and dropped to his knees on the floor, putting his face right there.
He rubbed his hands up the inside of her thighs and pressed them apart.
“Beautiful.” His voice held a note of awe as he began to lower his face to her most private area.
She had an idea of what he was about to do and wasn’t sure how to react. Her breathing kicked up with anticipation, and she experienced a mixture of nervousness and what she could only guess was lust.
Boone draped her legs over his broad shoulders, opening her up to him completely. He lowered his face, and his mouth was on her, and when he ran his tongue over her folds, her back arched and her hips lifted into him.
He spread one big hand across her lower belly and gently pressed her back to the bed. Then he slowly inserted a finger into her vagina, slid it out, and repeated this sweet torment as he began to flick her clit with his tongue.
Her body was completely under his control.
All conscious thought ended as another powerful orgasm raged through her, searing every nerve ending and stealing her breath.
No more self-doubt. No more distrust. Only Boone and the way he made her feel.
Boone felt Luna’s body go limp, placed a kiss to the inside of each thigh, and kissed her soft dewy skin all the way up her torso. He lingered on her perfect breasts, allowing himself to feast on her perky nipples.
“Oh, my God, that was … amazing.” She draped her arm across her forehead.
Since she was a virgin, he’d wanted her soft and ready for him. From the dewy glow on her cheeks and the slickness between her legs, it appeared he’d accomplished just that.
Boone reached over to slide the drawer open on the nightstand. His hand searched around until his fingers bumped the box of condoms. He used his teeth to tear open the box, dumped the condoms on the nightstand, and grabbed one. He started to tear one open and—
“Wait.” She shot up to sit on her heels, and he prayed she hadn’t changed her mind.
Of course, if she had, he would respect her wishes. It would hurt, but he’d take care of himself later.
“Can I put it on you?” As she stared at his dick, her face had the curious look of a child seeing something amazing for the first time.
Holy shit, that was not at all what he thought she was going to say. Liking that idea a lot, his dick stood fully upright, ready for her to touch him.
“Uh, yeah, you can put it on me.” He handed her the foil packet and gave her a few pointers to make it easier. Then he let her have her fun.
She tore it open and put the wrapper on the nightstand. Then she turned the condom over in her hand, examining it, as if familiarizing herself with its design and structure.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
Her stopping would be the only thing that would hurt him right now.
She positioned the condom over the tip of his dick and slowly rolled it on. Her tongue stuck out a little as she concentrated on the task at hand, like she did when tweaking one of her inventions.
The feel of her hands on his penis was almost more than Boone could bear.
In the best possible way, of course. He clenched his jaw, closed his eyes, and counted all of the different types of weapons in his head.
Whatever it took to keep from embarrassing himself by shooting his load before he ever got inside her.
“There, I—” She looked at him with concern. “Are you okay?”
“I’m about to be.” He pressed her back down to the bed.
Her giggling stopped when he settled himself between her legs. She draped her arms lazily over his shoulders, and he pressed his open mouth to the side of her neck and dragged his lips up to nip at her chin.
He reached down and inserted just the tip of his dick at her opening. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he resisted the carnal urge to plunge into her in one long stroke, but he would just as soon cut off his arm than hurt her. Instead, he took his time and entered her an inch at a time.
“Boone.” She practically growled his name and reached around to flatten her hand over his butt cheeks in an effort to spur him on.
“I’m trying to be careful with you.” His feelings for her grew with each day, and she had become so precious to him.
“Well … stop it.” Apparently, his girl was more than ready for him. “I won’t break, and I swear, if you don’t stop teasing me—”
He cut her off by plunging into her in one long, smooth stroke until he was fully inside her with only the slightest bit of resistance.
Her head tilted back, and she sucked in a harsh breath between her teeth.
“Holy fuck.” Boone let loose a long, drawn-out groan from the feel of her tightening around him. He levered up on his hands. “Are you okay?”
He held himself still and searched her face for any sign of distress or discomfort, hating himself for causing her any measure of pain, yet loving the fuck out of being inside her.
“I am so okay, and it only hurt for a second.” With a sexy smile, she reached up and placed her hand on the side of his face. “And I would really really like you to start moving now, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Boone slid his dick out just short of all the way and dove right back in again. His hips pinged in and out, keeping things slow and easy, letting her get used to him.
Luna had other ideas.
“Faster, Boone.” She held the back of his head and sat up to take his mouth in a hungry kiss, then she dropped back down to the bed. “Faster.”
Her breathy plea unleashed the beast he’d been holding at bay. He pulled out of her and drove himself back home again.
“More,” she cried out.
He did his best to meet her demands.
Over and over, faster and faster, she matched him stroke for stroke, letting herself take what she wanted—all inhibitions cast aside.
Her mouth gaped open as her internal walls tightened and a rush of slickness coated his dick.
“Boone!” She shouted his name and her nails dug into his shoulder when a powerful orgasm crashed through her. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
No way in hell was he going to stop.
Every small ripple and muscle spasm within her spurred him on, closer and closer, faster and faster.
He pumped into her until a spark shot down his spine.
He threw his head back and ground out her name as he was hit by his own blinding orgasm that held him in its explosive grip for what seemed like days.
When he finally came to his senses, his face was buried against her neck and she was running her fingers through his hair. She kissed his shoulder, and he pressed up to rest on his forearms.
“You’re amazing.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“You’re not too shabby yourself.” She pulled him down for a slow, sexy kiss.
He speared his tongue between her lips and slid it along hers. Luna’s arms wrapped around him, and she trailed her finger lazily up his back as she angled her head to deepen the kiss.
Boone drew his mouth from hers, rolled to lay beside her, and pulled her close. She nestled into the crook of his arm and draped her arm across his abs.
He turned his face to her and rested his lips against her forehead.
No words were spoken. None were necessary.
He loved her and felt pretty confident that she felt the same way about him.
For now, that was enough for Boone.