Page 45 of Just One Chance

"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."