Page 58 of Just One Chance

I almost wished that I could be a permanent part of this family. They were welcoming to me, even though I was sure not everyone was happy I was here. They were polite and open to my suggestions.

After we ate the pizza, we headed back to Boone's place. It was quiet in the truck cab on the drive.

He parked in front of his workshop. "I talked to a few contractors today about building a house."

"That's wonderful, Boone. I'm so happy for you." I was truly excited for him, but it meant that his home was most definitely here. It was a good reminder that we couldn't be anything beyond this.

"I researched how to create a website. That was overwhelming, so I reached out to Beck's sister, Gina. She's the one who built Clara's online store."

"You worked on a lot of different things today." He'd made decisions that solidified his home and business here in Colorado. I didn't know what I expected. That made the most sense. His home was here. This was where his family lived, and he was close to them.

We never discussed being anything more or making our relationship long-term. If that occurred, one of us would have to move, and I didn't see that either of us were willing to budge on our home base.

I had no reason to feel this way. I had no business caring what he decided to do with his life. I should be happy for him. He was moving on with his life, building his business and his home, not relying on his family as much as he had in the past. I could relax and do what was best for the business as a whole without feeling like I was crushing Boone's dreams if I went with something new.

He glanced over at me. "It was time. I've been waiting for my parents to make a decision on the furniture in the inn, and I've been in a bit of a holding space. I wasn't moving forward or backward. Now I feel good about making decisions that will move me forward regardless of what my family decides."

"I think that's good." He was moving in a healthy direction, and I should too. I needed to figure out what to do about the furniture, make my recommendations, and move on. I was already getting emails in my inbox from other businesses that wanted to work with me. I'd never gotten this involved with a client before. I should be creating space, breaking off whatever this was with Boone, and moving on. But I couldn't seem to do that.

Instead, I got out of the truck and followed him up the stairs to the deck where I waited for him to unlock the door. Once we were safely inside his apartment, he placed his hands on my cheeks and kissed me. I could feel that his energy was different tonight. He was feeling more confident and sure of himself.

He'd made decisions that boosted his confidence that he was moving in the right direction. He was doing the right thing. It was my turn now to move my life forward and head back to Florida.

This was what I wanted. Something temporary and fun. Something I could easily walk away from. The only problem was that there was nothing easy about any of this. Every day, I felt more entrenched with Boone and the Harts.

I was moving into dangerous territory, one I wouldn't be able to come back from if I wasn't careful.

His lips moved over mine slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then he lowered me onto his bed and moved over me. He was kissing me, lifting my shirt up so he could move his hand underneath. His large palm felt warm and comforting on my stomach, but when he moved it, he lit a fire underneath.

My muscles quivered, and my breathing turned erratic as I waited for him to make his next move.

He shoved my shirt up higher so that my bra was exposed to him, his gaze reverent. "I'll never get enough of you."

And wasn't that the truth? This thing between us was so explosive; it was addicting. We couldn't continue whatever this was from opposites ends of the country. This was all we could have, and the moment felt bittersweet.

I touched the side of his face, needing contact with him.

He pulled down the lace cup of my bra, then lowered his head, sucking on my nipple. I arched into his mouth, wanting more.

We both knew this couldn't last. We were moving in opposite directions. But right now, in this moment, we were one, moving in sync and making each other feel good.

He switched to the other nipple, sending a bolt of lightning to my clit. I needed more friction. I wanted to feel him against my body.

He must have sensed my growing desperation because he lifted up, removing his shirt, then shucked off his pants. I removed my clothes, and once we were naked, he rested his body over mine again. Except this time, I felt his bare skin against mine. He was hot everywhere, and I needed him inside me now.

He slipped inside slowly, keeping his gaze on me as he moved deeper. There was something between us tonight, something that felt bigger. Almost as if you could reach out and touch it. I wanted to remember this moment. I wasn't sure when I'd ever experience anything like this again.

I felt every ridge of his cock, and he seemed impossibly larger. Every thrust felt bigger, like it was leading to something earth-shattering. My heart was beating out of control, and I couldn't seem to hold onto any one thought.

I was so close to letting go, yet I didn't want to. Not yet. I wanted to be suspended in this moment for as long as I could.

He was moving inside me with slow deep thrusts, each one striking a different note. "I love this. Can't get enough."

What was he saying? Was he trying to say that he loved me or just sex with me? My mind was splintering in two. Did I want him to love me?

But then he dropped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, and I was lost to the sensations. The feeling of him inside me, the scrape of his teeth against my nipple. "Boone."

"I got you," he said as his hand moved lower, his fingers pressing on my clit. I cried out, pleasure flowing through me. He quickly followed me over and rested his head against mine.