“I’ll kill him for touching you,” Boone said, his voice tortured.
“No.”She wound her arms around his neck, her legs wrapping around his waist, so her core was pressed up against his erection.His cock twitched, his blood pressure spiking, and he willed himself to go slow.
“Just kiss me, Boone.”
“With pleasure.”And then he devoured her, kissing her like he’d never get enough.Radley arched against him, her full breasts rubbing against his chest, her core hot against his aching cock.He felt like he was about to erupt in flames.
Radley mewled with pleasure, bucking lightly against him as their kiss deepened.Only a few pieces of fabric separated them, and my God, he wanted her naked and beneath him more than he wanted his next breath.
“Kitten,” he said, trying to slow her down.“You’re hurt.”
“No,” she retorted.“I need you.Make me yours.”
With a groan, Boone lifted her from the counter, his hands sliding beneath her ass as he carried her down the hall.Boone feared he’d never be able to deny her anything.
She ground her sex against him, and he swore.Radley was no shrinking violet.His little kitten had claws.
He eased her up and down his hard shaft, listening to her tiny gasps of pleasure.“I didn’t come here to take you to bed,” he murmured between kisses.
“But you’ll do it anyway,” she sassed.
Boone nipped at her, growling.She laughed and flashed him a knowing look, her cheeks flushed and green eyes sparkling.Considering he’d been checking her for injuries moments ago, the entire evening had suddenly flipped on its head.
Radley riding his cock was not how he’d pictured the night going, but hell.If she wanted him to make love to her, there was no way he could refuse.He carried her into the bedroom, the peachy floral scent of it slamming into him.His gaze swept over a tray of perfumes on her dresser.The frilly bedspread.The pillows and softness.It was a contrast to the fierceness of Radley, but he loved it all.He breathed in the alluring scent of her.Briefly, Boone wondered if she smelled that sweet everywhere.
He couldn’t wait to find out.
He set her on her feet, feeling every inch of her curves as she slid down his body.Boone kissed her again, his hands tangling in her hair, the moment so fucking right.Radley’s mouth parted as his tongue swept inside, and he kissed her how he wanted, full of passion and desire.
“Hold up,” she said as he finally pulled back and reached for the bottom of her sweater.“I’m still wearing the outfit that I was attacked in.I’m changing clothes first.”
Boone quirked his brow.“You’re changing clothes before I strip you bare?”he questioned.
“Give me two seconds.”She disappeared into her big walk-in closet.
He shook his head, mystified, yet more than a little intrigued.Everything about Radley surprised him.His jaw dropped when she emerged a minute later, wearing a flirty little miniskirt and lacy bustier top.Her creamy cleavage spilled over, tempting as sin, and his dick twitched.He wanted to bury his face between her breasts, driving her wild, then sink inside her hot, wet pussy.She was a fucking temptress.
“Holy shit,” he muttered.
“I realized my lingerie is all in my dresser drawer, so I had to improvise.”She moved toward him, the ends of her long hair teasing around the curve of her breasts, and coyly reached for the zipper on his pants.
“Jesus Christ, Rad.”
She pulled back, playfully pouting.“What?”she sassed, putting her hands on her hips, the motion causing her breasts to bounce.“You changed your mind?You’ve been eye-fucking me since the moment we met.”
“Behave or I’ll slap that ass.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He raised his eyebrows, and she turned around and bent over her bed, flashing him a knowing look over her shoulder.
“I think you want me as badly as I want you,” he said, bunching up her little skirt and lifting it.Her thong perfectly displayed her rounded ass cheeks, and Boone lightly swatted her, sliding his fingers down to her damp pussy afterward.“Good girl,” he said, fingering her through the satin as she moaned.“You’re already wet for me.”
He caressed her plump folds, feeling her arousal-dampened thong and listening to her little gasp.
“Boone,” she pleaded.
He bent over, brushing her hair aside and kissing the tender skin of her neck.One hand reached inside her bustier to cup a breast, palming her warm, firm flesh.He squeezed gently, listening to her sweet cry.