She’s going to be as hot as fire, and God help me, but I don’t care if we both burn.
The need surging through my veins is primal, and I can’t remember the last time I felt it this strongly. Maybe never.
“Bedroom?”
Ripley moans and throws out a hand toward my left. I take one step in that direction, but the couch is closer and way more convenient. I lower us both, and her ass hits the cushion at the same moment my knees hit the floor.
Ripley looks up, her eyes hazy and heated, but so fucking beautiful.
“When’s the last time someone made you scream?” I could kick myself for asking the question the second it’s out, because I don’t want to think about her with anyone else.
“Too long.”
Her answer gives me a dark sense of satisfaction as I press her thighs apart.
“Slide that ass out, sugar, because it’s time I taste how sweet you really are.”
After a moment of hesitation, Ripley follows my directions, scooting her butt to the edge of the couch. I expect to see the fabric of some sexy panties, but instead, all I see is bare, wet pussy.
“Sweet fucking heaven.” I breathe out the words like a prayer, wasting no time getting my mouth on her.
The second my lips make contact, Ripley arches her back off the couch, my name a throaty moan echoing in the room.
Possessiveness overwhelms me as I tongue and lick and grind down on her clit until she’s writhing beneath me. I want to hear her scream my name. Hell, I want everyone to hear it.
22
Ripley
Idon’t carethat I’m the world’s biggest hypocrite, because an orgasm the likes of which I’ve never before experienced is barreling down on me. Boone’s mouth must be blessed with some kind of country-boy magic, because he’s working me over until I can barely hold back a scream.
When he presses one long, thick finger inside and finds my G-spot, I’m gone.
“Boone!”
His name bounces off the walls and ceiling of my apartment.
“Oh my God! Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
He growls something unintelligible against me, and while I can’t make it out, vibrations rip through me and the orgasm intensifies.
I’m not sure how much more I can take, but he shows no sign of slowing.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” I’m an incoherent, shaking mess moments later when he lifts me into the air.
“Need to fuck you. Sweet Christ, sugar, you go off hotter and harder every time. Sexy as fucking hell.”
He carries me into my bedroom, and I don’t care that I’m naked from the waist down when he lowers me to the bed.
But I do care when his hand freezes on the button of his jeans.
“What? Why are you stopping? You can’t stop.” Maybe later I’ll want to kick my own ass for how desperate I sound, but right now I don’t care.
“Condom. Shit. I don’t know if I have one—”
I reach out and flail one arm around until I latch onto the nightstand drawer and yank it open. “In there.”
Boone reaches for the lamp switch and flicks it on. A soft light fills the room.