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“I’m not scared anymore. Thanks to you.”
Something moved through his gold-brown eyes. “I’m no hero.”
“I beg to differ.” She slid her hands up his chest. “Boone?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not scared, nor do I feel worried or pressured right now.”
His brow creased. “Good.”
“And I want you to kiss me again. Actually, I kissed you the first time. So, I wantyouto kissmethis time.”
She felt his muscles tense. For a second, she was sure he was about to pull away.
Then he yanked her up and kissed her.
Oh.Oh.
Gemma threw her arms around his neck. Her body was flush against his. Then his tongue was in her mouth.
She moaned. The kiss turned hot, fast. It was even better than the first one. She needed this. Him.
Their tongues stroked, explored. He kissed her like the world was about to end, like he needed her. She plowed her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer.
It was just getting really good, when all of a sudden, he released her.
She felt dazed. She blinked and gripped the counter so she didn’t topple over.
“I’m sorry,” he gritted out.
Then he turned and stalked out like a predator was on his tail.
Gemma blinked again.What just happened?
She touched her lips. A kiss had never made her feel so lightheaded and giddy and…hungry.
She glanced at Atlas. “Well, your dad can kiss.”
Atlas wagged his tail.
She blew out a breath. The only problem was the bit where he’d raced out like she had the plague. Oh, and the bit where he’d apologized for the best kiss ever.
There was a loudthwackfrom outside.
She walked to the window and nudged the curtain aside. Boone stood with an axe in his hand, chopping wood. She watched him swing the axe, muscles flexing.
Gemma moaned a little and pressed a palm to her belly. She was outrageously attracted to Boone Hendrix.
Most importantly, he made her feel safe in a way that she hadn’t felt for a long time. She had no idea what to do with that.
Well, Boone liked to chop wood, but when things got stressful for her, she baked.
“Right, Atlas. Let’s find some dog treats I can make for you.”
CHAPTERFIVE
Tugging the blanket up, Boone turned on his side on the couch.
