Bonus Chapter Boone
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Boone
I’m elbow-deep in dough, flour dusting my forearms, when Aubree leans across the counter to steal a pepperoni from the pile. Her hip brushes mine and I feel the heat of her body even through the thin cotton of her tank top.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” I murmur, voice already rougher than I mean it to be.
She pops the pepperoni between her lips, eyes glittering. “Make me.”
That’s all it takes.
I turn, crowd her back against the edge of the counter, and catch her mouth in a kiss that’s more hunger than finesse.
She tastes like salt and tomato sauce and the little moan she gives when my tongue finds hers makes my cock twitch hard against my jeans.
Her hands slide up my chest, fingers curling into my shirt, tugging me closer until there’s no space left between us.
I break the kiss just long enough to drag my lips along her jaw, down the soft column of her throat. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” I say against her skin. “Parading around in those tiny shorts, bending over to grab shit from the bottom drawer like you don’t know what it does to me.”
Her laugh is breathless. “I knew exactly what it did.”
I growl low, spin her around so her palms slap flat on the cool granite.
She arches instinctively, ass pressing back against me, and fuck, the friction is perfect.
I slide my hands under her tank, palms skimming the warm, smooth plane of her stomach, then higher until I’m cupping her breasts.
No bra. Just soft, heavy fullness and tight little nipples that pebble under my thumbs.
“Boone…” My name is half plea, half demand.
I nip the spot behind her ear. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You. Inside me. Now.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I yank her shorts and panties down in one rough motion, letting them pool at her ankles.
She kicks them aside while I shove my jeans open, freeing myself.
I’m so hard it almost hurts, the head already slick.
I notch against her, feel how wet she is, how ready, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from slamming home.
“Slow,” she whispers, even as she pushes back, greedy. “I want to feel every inch.”
I curse under my breath and give her what she wants—slow, deliberate, sinking in until my hips meet her ass and we’re locked together. She’s tight, hot, fluttering around me like she’s trying to pull me deeper. I drop my forehead to the back of her neck, breathing hard.
“Goddamn, Aubree. You feel so fucking good.”
She reaches back, fingers threading through my hair, holding me there while she rocks against me in tiny, torturous circles. “Move,” she breathes. “Please.”
I pull out almost all the way, then slide back in—long, deep strokes that make her gasp every time I bottom out. The kitchen fills with the wet sounds of us, the soft slap of skin, her breathy little whimpers that turn into my name when I angle just right.
I slide one hand around to her clit, circling with the pad of my middle finger while the other stays braced on the counter beside hers. She’s trembling now, thighs shaking, head tipped back against my shoulder.
“Look at me,” I rasp.
She turns her face, lips parted, eyes glassy and dark with want. I kiss her messy and open-mouthed while I fuck her harder, deeper, chasing the way her body tightens around me like a fist.
“I’m close,” she pants against my mouth. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”
I hook my arm around her waist, pinning her tight against me, and grind in deep circles that hit every spot she loves. Her nails dig into my forearm. Her breath hitches, hitches again, and then she’s coming—hard, pulsing, crying out my name in broken syllables while her whole body locks around me.
That’s what undoes me.
I bury my face in her neck, groan her name like a prayer, and let go—spilling inside her in hot, shuddering pulses that seem to last forever. She milks every last drop, soft whimpers mixing with mine until we’re both shaking, spent, clinging to each other.
For a long minute we just breathe, my arms wrapped around her middle, her back pressed to my chest. I kiss the damp skin behind her ear, gentle now.
“Pizza’s gonna be cold,” I mutter.
She laughs, soft and sated. “Worth it.”
I turn her in my arms, cup her face, and kiss her slow—sweet this time, full of everything I don’t say out loud. She melts into me, hands sliding up to cradle my jaw.
“Love you,” she whispers against my lips.
I rest my forehead against hers, heart still hammering. “Love you more.”
And then, because I can’t help myself, I grin. “But next time you steal my pepperoni, I’m bending you over the island again.”
Her eyes spark. “Promise?”