Love Me Forever - Juliana Stone Page 0,40

them, easily pulling them down her hips. He grinned up at her, wickedly so, and grabbed her hips to lift her onto the kitchen island.

“Boone,” she managed to say. “What are you doing?”

He leaned over her and kissed her until words and thoughts were nothing she could muster, and when he slid his fingers inside her panties and then deep inside her, she moaned into him, their tongues tasting each other as his fingers brought her close to the edge.

Boone tore his mouth from hers and ripped her panties in one move, spreading her legs as his eyes greedily took in every single inch of her.

Poppy bit her tongue to keep from groaning, but couldn’t help herself when he moved closer and blew hot air on her. When he dipped his head and placed his mouth on her, when his tongue swept across her clit, slowly at first, and then faster and harder, she screamed or moaned or something. She grabbed hold of the edge of the island and watched as Boone held her open, one hand on each thigh, and suckled and tugged and licked until she came so hard, her entire body shook.

She grabbed his shoulders, holding on for dear life because it felt as if she were coming apart.

For several moments, she clung to him, and when he scooped her into his arms, she said nothing. He made his way down the hall of her modest bungalow and found her bedroom at the end of it. The door was open, her bed unmade, and gently, he laid her down, every inch of her exposed and vulnerable.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered before kicking off his boots and pulling his T-shirt over his head. His shorts and boxers were next, and then he moved toward her, the most beautiful man she’d ever known.

The look in his eyes was enough to make her want more, and her body reacted in kind. Slowly, she moved her hips and whimpered at the sensation between her legs.

“Touch yourself,” he said roughly. He stood inches from her, fully erect, body glistening with a sheen of sweat. The tendons on his neck were thin cords that strained in protest.

“Only if you do,” she whispered back, enjoying this naughty play. Breaths falling rapidly, she slid her hands down her body until she was almost there, and when he wrapped his hands around his cock and slowly stroked himself, she slid her fingers inside herself, where his tongue had been only minutes earlier.

It was erotic, watching him watching her.

“I can’t keep this up for long,” he said, moving closer.

“Good to hear,” Poppy replied. “I need you inside me.”

He swore and bent over her, his cock nearly where she wanted it, but then he stopped and jerked up his head. “I don’t have anything. I don’t… I wasn’t expecting this.”

Brain fuzzy, at first Poppy had no idea what meant. Then it hit her: condoms.

“Top drawer,” she managed to say.

He slid one on with an expert move and covered her with his body. One thrust and he was deep inside, filling her whole. Never had she felt this complete. Not with anyone.

She hiked up a leg, and Boone held on, teasing her with long, slow thrusts until she was a mess. Impatient, she bucked her hips and dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him on because the tornado of desire inside her was curled up tight and building with every thrust.

Boone claimed her mouth as he increased the rhythm of this dance that was older than time. Her orgasm expanded, and she tightened around him, smiling wickedly into his mouth when he swore at the sensation. She rode that wave of desire and shattered into a million pieces just as he came and fell over, bringing her with him until she lay atop his body, curled into him.

It was a connection neither one seemed to want to break, and she lay there a good long while, Boone still buried inside her, his slick, hot body breathing hard against her.

“That was…” His arms tightened as he pulled her into the crook of his arm. “Fucking incredible.”

Poppy nodded, her mind whirling in a hundred different directions. She was falling, it seemed, back to a place she wasn’t sure she was strong enough to navigate.

And maybe in that moment, they should have had a conversation. Some form of communication that laid out the rules of whatever it was they were doing. That seemed like a smart, adult thing to do.