Zero Forks - Cat Johnson Page 0,46

his concern. “No, I’m fine. I just want to work a little more on—”

“Nuh, uh. You can’t get in a car and drive an hour and a half on zero sleep. I’ll drive you to work myself if I have to.”

When he folded those burly arms of his, he was like a human wall . . . one I’d like to climb.

At that thought I realized he might be right. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was giddy over my project and the late hour. Still, I wasn’t feeling tired.

I supposed I could just close my eyes and imagine Jerry’s expression when I presented the perfect pitch to the boss until I drifted off.

Or I could spend the time doing something even more enjoyable. I could spend it with Boone.

“Boone, seriously, thank you. I mean that. This was all you.”

He shook his head. “No. It was all you.”

I tipped my head to one side. “Agree to disagree.”

“Agreed.” He nodded, grinning.

“I’m glad I met you, Boone Morgan.”

His chest rose and fell as his eyes met my gaze. “I thank God every day that I happened to be at that diner at the same time you were.”

“Because I’d locked my nephew in the car and you were there to save him?” I guessed.

“No. Because you’re an amazing woman and I’m happy to know you. And I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

He was good. I was breathless just from his words. He hadn’t even touched me yet.

I really, really wanted him to touch me.

He’d gotten closer somehow. I’d moved in maybe. Or he had.

Our lips were just a breath apart and still, suddenly, it was too far.

He was right. I was overtired. I wasn’t thinking clearly. Or maybe, for the first time in a long time, I was.

I’d stopped worrying about what I should do. Enough to allow myself to do what I wanted to do.

“Boone.”

“Yeah?”

I leaned in just a bit toward his lips. I saw the moment he made the decision. A determination darkened his eyes.

That was the last I saw of them before his lips crashed against mine.

SIXTEEN

Boone

Did I expect this to happen today? Hell no.

Was I prepared for it? Fuck, yeah.

I’d been a Boy Scout for ten years. I knew the Boy Scout motto. I lived it my whole life . . . at least my whole adult sexual life.

Always be prepared.

It had served me well. Today especially.

I’d been carrying around a hope of having Sarah’s sweet lips against mine since I met her. And that hope had me carrying around protection ever since, just in case.

Boo yah!

I wasn’t even sure how we’d gone from talking about her ad campaign to this—her fingers tangled in my hair as she held me tight, keeping my mouth against hers.

Perhaps it had something to do with the location. We’d been reviewing her ads in her bed. Or at least, while sitting on top of it.

Hell, I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Finally, she was kissing me instead of fighting this attraction that was so strong between us.

That was all that mattered.

Her skin was warm and smooth as silk as I cupped her face between my palms.

The tangling of our tongues was hot as fuck.

At my age, I might be a little old to be enjoying this good old-fashioned high school-worthy make-out session quite so much, but I really was enjoying the fuck out of it.

And if—when, God willing—things progressed further, that would be just fine with me too.

I could be here with her doing this all night. Hopefully, we would be, without interruption.

Stewie was asleep and we had hours before sunrise. I’d be tired as fuck tomorrow at work but it would be worth it.

So damn worth it.

Her hands on the elastic waist of my cotton shorts grabbed every ounce of my attention, while most of my blood rushed to my cock in response.

Thank God I’d taken a shower before dinner and had changed out of my jeans and into cotton shorts. The drawstring waist presented so much less of an obstacle between us.

I’d take it slow if that’s what she wanted, but I was fine with fast too. When she slipped her hand inside my shorts and kept going, Junior did a happy dance in my briefs, straining to reach out and greet her.

One shove and she had me on my back on the bed. I lifted my head in time to see her slide my cock into her mouth.

Had I died and gone to heaven?

Had I fallen asleep