Chapter 12
KENNEDY
Ididn't think I'd ever felt this desirable before.
I went into the shop on a whim, wanting to see if I could ruffle Boone's carefully controlled demeanor.
And it was surprisingly easy to do. He seemed to get agitated when I touched the items, feeling them with my hands and asking him what he thought of me in them.
The decision to try a few items on was impulsive, but I was glad I did. At first he was seated in the upholstered chair looking uncomfortable. Now I could hear him pacing outside the room.
I opened the door in a blue satin negligee that wasn't see through but barely covered my breasts and butt. I made sure to do a little twirl in front of him. He paused, every muscle in his body seemingly pulled taut.
"What are you doing to me?"
I blinked up at him innocently. "I'm just trying a few things on."
He glanced over my head, presumably to see where the shop worker was. I could hear her on the phone with a customer, answering questions about what was in stock. The door to the fitting room was open behind me.
He glanced down at me and pulled me against his hard body. Then his mouth was on mine, and his hands roamed over my body with a feather light touch. He lingered over my breasts, brushing my nipples.
I moaned into his mouth, and his hand moved between my legs to cup my underwear. I was still wearing mine since I didn't want to try on the store's without buying it first. His finger played with the edges of my panties before sliding underneath.
I gasped at the invasion but was too amped up to think about what we were doing. I trusted him to keep us safe.
There didn't appear to be anyone else in the store.
I spread my legs a few inches, giving him more room to move.
His finger slid between my folds and into my entrance. I pulled away from his mouth, my breath uneven. I licked my lips, and he said, "You want to buy this stuff and get out of here? We can have a private fitting. I'm really good at figuring out what fits." His mouth found my ear lobe and tugged.
I shivered as the sensations ran through my body. I was tingling and hot all over.
It was interesting how I'd felt so in control of this situation, and it only took a few seconds for everything to flip. Now I felt like I was going to die if I didn't have him inside me now.
He pulled away and smacked my ass. "Hurry."
I ducked into the changing room, my hands trembling as I pulled off the items and put on my clothes again. I loved everything I grabbed, so I gathered it all together and opened the door. He took everything from me and stalked toward the counter.
He dumped it on the glass top and waited while the woman rung everything up. "You find everything you were looking for?"
"Yes," Boone said tightly.
She scanned the items and gave him the total which made my eyes widen slightly. I hadn't paid attention to anything other than his reaction to what I was trying on.
Before I could protest, he swiped his card and took the bag of lingerie. We were headed out of the store and into the cold night. "We're going home."
"Yes," I breathed as he practically speed walked to his truck, throwing my things on the floor when I climbed inside. When he was in the cab, he turned on the engine and backed up. He flexed his hands on the wheel. "You did that on purpose. You wanted to drive me crazy."
I laughed. "I don't know if that's what I set out to do, but it was a nice side effect."
He glanced over at me. "It worked."
I touched his thigh, feeling the hard muscle and the flex underneath my palm. "What are you going to do about it?"
"I said you'd try things on for me in private, but I'm not sure I can wait that long."
I smiled. "We have all night."
He glanced over at me, a promise in his eyes. "I intend to hold you to that."
"I'm not going to get any sleep while I'm here, am I?" I wasn't exactly complaining. I was enjoying our time together.
"Not if I have anything to say about it." He parked in front of his workshop and apartment and turned off the engine.
Then he was getting out of the truck and pulling my door open. He wasn't wasting any time. I grabbed the shopping bag and got out. He led the way up the stairs to his apartment.
When the door closed behind us, he spun me so that my back was pressed against it. He kissed me, grinding his dick between my legs. I rolled my hips so that I could ride him, wishing there weren't any clothes between us.
He pulled back and said gruffly. "I want to see you."
"You want me to try something on?" I asked.
He nodded shakily. "Yes."
I grabbed the bag which had fallen to the floor and hurried toward the bathroom.
I wanted it to be a surprise when I came out in this one.
It was a red lace number, see through, and sexy.
I hadn't tried it on in the store because I wasn't sure either of us could control ourselves if he saw me in it.
I hurried to take off my clothes and pull on the tiny lace. I twirled in the mirror before he asked, "Are you done?"
"Yes." My voice was softer, breathy. I'd never felt more turned-on in my life. I was primed and ready for him. The lingerie was just a barrier to getting what I wanted. Him.
He opened the door, and I turned to face him. He grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the space. He wasn't touching me anywhere else yet, but his gaze felt like a physical caress. He perused me slowly, stopping every so often.
Then he had me twirl in front of him. "You're sexy as fuck."
He didn't say the lingerie was sexy or that I was sexy in it. He'd said I was sexy, as if it didn't matter what I was wearing.
"Boone." I sounded breathless and needy.
He tugged me against him like he had in the store, except this time, I let myself feel. I wasn't worried about the employee or other shoppers. It was just us. My soft body pressed against his hard one. I felt every ridge of his clothes through the lace.
It only made me want him more.
"Are you wet for me?"
"Since we were in the store."
He groaned. "I can't believe you did that to me."
His fingers slipped under the edge of the negligee as he kissed me. It came with a tiny red thong that I hadn't bothered to put on.
When he encountered naked skin, he stilled. "I think you forgot your panties."
I swallowed hard.
"You've been a naughty girl."
I put my arms around his neck. "I'm only naughty for you."
He kissed me, then lifted me so that my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me to his bed, where we fell onto it. His weight pressed me down, and I could feel him between my legs. He was wearing entirely too many clothes.
I tugged his shirt up, and he got the hint, lifting himself enough to remove it. Then my hands went to his belt buckle.
He swiped my hands away and took care of removing his pants and briefs. He grabbed a condom and smoothed it over his dick. "I wanted to take my time—"
"Don't." I wanted him inside me now. I couldn't wait any longer. "Please."
"How can I resist?" He pushed the skirt of my negligee up so that I was bared to him. Then his cock nudged my entrance. I kind of loved that he'd kept the negligee on because the lace was stiff and teased my already-hard nipples.
When his thumb rubbed them through the material, I writhed underneath him. He slid inside me and began to move, setting a steady rhythm, one I wouldn't be able to survive.
He was quickly driving me over the edge, and I was helpless to slow down. I wanted to chase the high with him and feel it over and over again.
He pinched my nipples, sending me over the precipice. I cried out, enjoying the explosion in my body. My walls clamped around him, and he groaned.
He thrust a few more times before pressing deep and letting go. He dropped his head to my shoulder. "You're killing me."
"That's the idea." I didn't want him to forget me. Even if we didn't have a future, he'd remember the few nights we had together.
He slowly pulled out, tied off the condom, and tossed it into a nearby trash can. He lay down next to me, and I cuddled into his side. "I'm going to enjoy you modeling that lingerie for me every night."
I smiled against his skin. "I'm glad you liked it."
"I loved it. The shop. The fitting room. All of it."
I didn't know how I was going to walk away from him and this place. I was falling more for it every day. There were the views, the terrain, the cute town, and the property itself. Then there was Boone Hart. I'd never met anyone like him, and I knew the men in Miami couldn't possibly compare.
Boone was all man. He might have trouble expressing his emotions, but I sensed that he felt things deeply. He wanted simple things: a business, a house, and a family.
The question was, what did I want?
I fell asleep on his shoulder, and when I woke, his mouth was between my legs. What a way to wake up.
My hand landed in the hair on top of his head. "You're spoiling me."
He lifted his head. "I only have you for a short time. I need to take advantage."
"More orgasms for me," I said softly as he licked me, then sucked my clit into his mouth. I bowed off the bed.
He pressed his arm against my pelvis, anchoring me in place. Then he redoubled his efforts to make me come. I was barreling quickly toward release, but I wanted him inside me.
"I want to ride you."
He moved before I even finished my sentence. "You don't have to ask twice."
I straddled his hips, lifting myself up and then lowering myself inch by glorious inch. His gaze was fixated on the spot where we were joined.
"You're gorgeous."
He thought I was beautiful in lacy lingerie and in nothing at all. I'd never felt more wanted. It was addicting. Maybe our feelings were heightened because this was only supposed to last while I was in town. We had an end date.
He gripped my hips, guiding me up and down. Each pass brought me closer to that inevitable edge. The one that would send me over.
His hands moved up to my breasts, cupping them and rubbing my nipples. I bit my lip.
"Let go." His voice was rough, and when he squeezed one nipple, I cried out his name. He flipped me so that I was on my back, and he was inside me, moving. I was still riding the orgasm, and it sent off more ripples of pleasure.
He thrust one last time and groaned.
He rolled to the side, took care of the condom, and pulled me into his side. I couldn't help but think that this started out as something physical but felt much bigger the more we got to know each other. Each encounter felt more intimate.
I was afraid of what I was starting to feel for him. I couldn't allow myself to fall for him though. He was technically my client, and he might not be happy with my final decision on the design for the inn. Then there was the fact that I lived across the country.
Would I move for someone like him? It was too soon to tell.
But he certainly hadn't said anything about wanting more with me.
He'd said he wanted to settle down but hadn't said with me.
Maybe our relationship pushed him to make that decision.
But if he wanted me, wouldn't he admit that? Why would he hide?
I had to go with the facts. We had explosive chemistry, but we didn't work on any other level.
His breathing was slow and even, but I couldn't seem to quiet my mind. I had to be careful going forward. I was going into this with my eyes wide open. I knew the ramifications of getting involved with someone I couldn't have or who might not want me.
I'd suffered the consequences before, and I didn't want my reputation to be tarnished again.
I'd gone out on my own so I could control as much as I could.
But I couldn't alter people's opinions. If the rumor got around that I slept with clients, I would look unprofessional, and referrals would dry up.
No one would take me seriously or trust my opinion. I needed to be careful with my heart and my business. At the end of the day, I had to protect myself.