Dream Chaser (Dream Team #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,95
never had a Dom/boyfriend before, and it didn’t occur to me, until right then, after having vanilla sex, but I didn’t think you could sustain a constant D/s scene sexually for the long term (nor, in considering it, after vanilla sex which was amazing, would I want to).
One, to do it, Boone’s creativity levels would have to be inexhaustible, and there were times I thought he might be superhuman, but he actually wasn’t. Two, it was a thrill that would be less of a thrill if it was all we did. And three, part of the thrill, I was now understanding, was not knowing when it would happen.
But even so, Boone was Boone and I was me so parts of that leaked in.
Like he commanded our lovemaking. I could touch him and do what I wanted, but the flow of it was all his.
And I liked that too.
Also, he ordered me to stay as I was before and while he cleaned me up, something I suspected was going to be a matter of course (he’d done that last night too). And before he went back to the bathroom, he again told me not to move.
Now, he’d slid in beside me, but I didn’t move from my position lying on my back even when Boone fitted his long, fabulous, naked body down my side and started running a hand lazily over my skin.
And I didn’t because Boone had fit his long, fabulous naked body down my side and started touching me.
We’d had a good day.
A full good day.
Start to finish.
After breakfast and his call to Hawk (about which he told me, “The team is on it, I’m with my girl for our Saturday” which was way sweet), we’d gone to the house. I’d showed him the progress and we’d wandered around, discussing my ideas and how they were evolving now that the demo was done.
We’d then gone for Mexican at El Tejado with my laptop that we grabbed from my house. There, we pored over the plans I’d created on some software I’d bought. We also went over the budget, which I’d drafted a year ago.
The plumber was going to be less. The electrician was an unknown since the quote I had was a year old. The subflooring was a hit to the budget, though I’d factored unknowns in by adding some financial wiggle room, but it sucked I was running up against something like that so soon.
I had an idea of what the flooring would cost now.
I needed to quote out cabinetry.
I also needed to spend some time locking down other things, like lighting, mirrors, sinks, toilets, tubs, etc.
The issue now was, with the subflooring purchased and being delivered on Tuesday, and the funds set aside for the plumber, more for the electrician (if they came in close to the old quote), after that, because I had a budget, but had not been adding to the account that was supposed to cover it like I’d thought I would due to Ang’s antics, I was very close to running out of money.
Until I could save up some more, outside putting in the subflooring, maybe skimming the walls (and I was looking forward to trying my hand at that), doing some painting, putting in some skirting boards and outfitting what I could at this juncture that I’d already bought, the project was going to come to a screeching halt.
I didn’t think about that then. It would make me mad at Angelica again, and myself for allowing her to con me.
I thought about how Boone and I decided to take the next day off from house and work and just do whatever we wanted for a lazy Sunday.
I also thought about how much I was looking forward to that.
And I thought about how Boone had notched it up for dinner, making me chicken gyros that were so good, they might have earned him my everlasting devotion (if that wasn’t already happening, which, in case you missed it, was).
Which brought me to now and the fact I’d allowed my mind to wander, but my body was very in the moment, and that moment included my body catching up with my mind to share how Boone was touching me.
Tender.
Sweet.
Even…
Reverential.
I focused on him, liked how cute he looked with his hair tousled, the meditative expression on his face, and whispered, “Boone.”
His eyes were watching his hand’s movements, but at my call, they came to me.