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I dropped the leash and speared my fingers into his hair, pulling myself up into him. I let my tongue communicate in the way of the French how much I wanted this and more. His cock against me felt like a key that fit my lock.
The pine scent of the trees around us mixed with the faint spice coming off his hair. The sounds of the crickets faded away, overshadowed by the blood rushing in my ears and the gentle moans I couldn’t hold back.
Our kiss became a battleground, each of us fighting for the upper hand. In the end, when Boone pulled away, he’d won. My legs were jelly, and he held me up.
“Yes, definitely adults,” he said. “And I’d like to do more adult things to you…with you.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, still recovering from the kiss I’d waited too many years to experience. “Then why are we way out here?” We’d walked a fair distance from the shack.
“I promised to woo you with a moonlight stroll.”
“I think this is far enough,” I said, grabbing for Izzy’s leash, which was still wrapped around us. The way my body hummed, I voted for less romantic prelude and more skipping right to the adult activities.
As we walked back, I already knew what the girls would say when I told them about this. Laurie would be super excited, wanting to congratulate me forscoring. Debbie would be concerned that I’d been taken advantage of, and that I was making a terrible mistake. Tonight, I was Team Laurie all the way. Since I was only in town for a short time, maybe I was the one taking advantage of him.
* * *
It had taken far toolong to make it back to the shack, and we barely got the door closed before I was on Boone like a feral cat in heat, clinging to his frame and surging my tongue against his.
The aching emptiness within me yearned—no demanded—to be filled. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp, and quiet save the sounds of our breathing and the clack of the dogs’ nails against the floor.
“Are you sure?” Boone asked, pulling away for a breath. “Tell me you’re sure.”
I nodded. “More sure than I have been of anything in a long time.” The words weren’t hollow or an excuse to begin a quick rebound fling. I’d wanted Boone years ago. I’d thought he’d felt the same. Time and distance had dulled the memory, and my anger had helped me bury it, but kissing him tonight had reignited the flame of desire that hadn’t been extinguished.
His fingers flexed against the tender flesh of my breast. “Really sure?”
“Are you ever going to stop calling me a liar?”
He was silent.
I bit my lip, not having meant to say that. It was unexpected and welcome to be asked rather than told, and I shouldn’t have snapped at him. I gripped his erection through his pants and stroked up, eliciting a groan to break the silence. “Is this clear enough?”
He undid my bra while I fumbled with his belt and the button on his jeans. We became a jumble of limbs, each working to free the other of the layers that separated us. As soon as he’d yanked my blouse over my head, his mouth was on my nipple. I couldn’t control my intake of breath at the sudden sensation. When I freed his cock from his boxer briefs, I grabbed him and worked my hand up and down.
“You have the nicest tits,” he mumbled as he moved to suck and tease my other breast.
Somehow what would have been gross in another setting gave me a shiver of delight coming from Boone. “And you’ve got a nice stick,” I said as I stroked down his shaft and rolled his balls in my palm. His cock was hot steel—big, incredibly thick, yet covered in velvety soft skin.
Swiping a finger over the tip of his cock, he brought the digit to my lips. “This is what you do to me, Angel. I can barely control myself.”
I sucked the salty pre-cum from his finger as he slipped a hand between my legs, swiping the length of my slit and bringing it to his mouth. “And I love that I make you wet.” He sucked his finger, moaning, before kissing me, melding our tastes together. “And you taste even better than I imagined.”
The dirty kiss sent a wildfire of desire through me.
His fingers returned to trace the length of my folds, stopping to circle my little nub.
“Stick, huh?” he asked, continuing his work on my sensitive flesh, which sent a million tingles all the way to my toes.
I stroked back up his length. “Do you prefer wiener?”
His playful bite of my nipple answered the question. “Don’t be mean.”
“I’ll stay with pleasure stick then.” I squeezed just below the ridge at the tip of him. It was a trick Laurie had mentioned once.
He sucked in breath. “Keep that up, Angel, and we won’t make it to the good part.”
“Promises, promises.”
