into her panties.
When he found her soaking wet for him, his groan transformed to a growl, and her body jolted with the electrical shocks of his fingertips burying in her folds.
“Lift your hips, honey,” he urged in a low voice that added to the whole package that was Boone.
Without thought, she obeyed, and he dragged her jeans down enough to access her pussy completely.
Starting at her mound, he trailed a finger over the bump of her clit to her slippery seam and down to feed his finger into her.
Stars burned behind her eyes, and she thrashed at his touch, arching into his mouth still latched onto her breast while he totally, completely owned the rest of her.
With one long digit buried inside her, he thumbed her clit. Her juices flooded out for him to coat her bundle of nerves. He curled his finger inside her, stroking her inner wall with the same precision the man did everything with.
Boone didn’t do anything without putting his all into it, and she knew being his lover would leave her thoroughly, completely, totally, perfectly satisfied.
Her insides trembled with each pass of his finger through her walls, and his tongue dancing from nipple to nipple was spiking her sky-high.
She opened her eyes, following a passing cloud as he yet again fucked his finger deep. Her insides clamped down on his finger, and on the withdrawal, he added a second.
Stretching her wide open for him.
He lifted his head and stared at her coming apart for him without any hope of holding back the screams pushing at her lips.
He scissored his fingers inside her. Ground his thumb on her nubbin.
Heat slammed her with a rippling wave. She was falling and needed to clutch something or she’d be lost.
She wrapped herself around Boone as he pumped her orgasm out of her with long, deep strokes. Each wave stole more of her mind and yanked a scream from her. Her harsh breathing filled her ears, mingled with his rough groan.
When she came down from her high, she opened her eyes to meet his warm stare.
Somehow, she found her voice, though it wobbled. “What will we do after this is all over and we’re just coworkers again?”
In answer, he eased his slick fingers into her once more. Her hips launched off the blanket in response.
“Fuck. I have to stop before…” He cut off and drew his fingers free of her. She lay there for a moment, body humming from her release and feeling as if he controlled all her nerve endings.
He sat up and nudged the bulge in his jeans while she shimmied her clothing into place.
As she managed her bra clasp much better than she could navigate the zipper of her uniform, Boone got to his feet and walked over to the horses.
She watched him. The set of his shoulders was stiff. Was he angry with himself or her for letting him take things too far?
He pressed his fist to his lips and then dropped his hand and stretched out his fingers.
After she dressed, she had to battle her way through a cloud of gnats to reach Boone. Though her nerves kicked in, she’d worked with enough men to know that she needed to take control of communicating with him and discuss what just happened.
What exactly was it?
A loss of judgment due to extreme stress after the day’s events. Yeah, she’d stick with that.
“Boone,” she said softly.
He pivoted to pierce her with his stare. She didn’t know what she expected when he looked at her, but it wasn’t the total burning desire in his amber-gold eyes.
She sucked in sharply and fell back a step before she got a grip on her emotions.
“What we just did…”
“I’d do again. And again and again. Hell, I want to do it now. I want to finish what I started.”
Her jaw dropped at his scorching-hot tone and the words that rippled over her the same way her orgasm had minutes ago.
She slid her fingers through her hair, feeling his touch even though he didn’t lay a finger on her. “I…don’t know what to say to that.”
“I’m not looking for a response, Lauralee.” He snagged the mare’s reins and held them out to her.
Seeing he wasn’t in the mood for talk, she took the reins. When she stepped into the stirrup, Boone placed his hand on her side to boost her up, which only confused her more.
He didn’t have to watch over her so much. Maybe it was in the Wyntons’ genes. The rest of