Page 80 of Just One Chance

I hated thinking about Boone with another woman. But wouldn't it be better for him to fall for someone who lived nearby, a local? Someone who'd support his business?

I hated everything about it.

"Are you okay?"

I smiled tremulously. "Of course."

"Because I'm not so sure I am." His voice was low and gravelly.

Before I could ask him what he meant by that, he'd thrown the truck in Park and killed the engine. Then he drew me over the console and kissed me. "I need you."

"I need you too." Nothing else compared to this, us being together. Nothing else could penetrate. Not my worries or my feelings.

He broke away. "Inside."

I scrambled to get out of the truck, and by the time my feet hit the ground, he was tugging me up the stairs. He unlocked the door and pulled me inside.

Then his hands were in my hair and his mouth on mine. He was kissing me like there was a timer somewhere ticking down our time together, and I supposed there was.

He lifted me so that my back was pressed against the door. He rolled his hips so that I felt the hard bulge between my legs. I whimpered against his lips as he continued to grind against me. "Boone."

My nipples were hard points, and my panties were soaked.

He lifted me and carried me toward the bed where he set me down in front of it. He didn't waste any time removing his shirt and then his jeans. I hurried to catch up, neither of us slowing until we were both naked.

"You're gorgeous."

I bit my lip. Could I tell him what I thought of him? That he was the most attractive man I'd ever been with, and it wasn't just his looks; it was the way he cared for his family and me.

There were so many things that made him an ideal partner but none that made us work as a couple. So I kept my mouth shut.

I sat on the bed, leaning back on my hands as he sank to the floor. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, and I fell back.

His hands roamed over my calves, my thighs. "You smell so sweet."

I nearly groaned out loud. Who said things like that? He was ruining me for all other men, and there was no coming back from this.

His hands were featherlight on my inner thighs and his breath warm across my pussy. Then he licked me, and I bowed off the bed.

He rested a forearm across my pelvis to secure me in place while he worked me over. We'd been together enough times for him to know exactly what I liked. He added a finger, thrusting inside me while his tongue circled my clit. He was building me up quickly.

My muscles tensed as the orgasm shot through me. White lights exploded behind my eyelids, and my body spasmed around his fingers.

He continued to lick and suck me through my orgasm, and when I was coming down, he moved up my body, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

His cock nudged my entrance, and he slowly slipped inside, never taking his gaze from mine. Emotion welled inside me. I loved this man, and I wished that I could stay with him in this bed forever. But that wasn't possible or even realistic.

He began to move in slow, sure strokes. I gripped his forearms and held on. His powerful thighs stretched mine wider as he continued to move inside me.

I wanted to tell him how I felt, but now wasn't the best time.

He dropped his head so that he could kiss me, and I forgot about logic and reason. His cock buried deep inside me, filling me up. His tongue licked into my mouth. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the flex of his muscles.

"I'll never get enough of you," he murmured so softly that I barely heard him.

He'd said it several times before, and every time, it felt like his way of saying goodbye. I want you but not enough to stop you from leaving.

How would I have reacted to him asking me to stay? Was that even what I wanted?