She hesitated for only a moment and then gave him a cute smile before stepping around the counter. He waited until she pressed her sweet, warm body against his to slide his fingers across her back, pulling her in nice and close. He took his time, letting her feel the anticipation. Her lips parted and eyes darkened as he threaded his fingers into her hair, taking control, intent to distract her with a kiss. But then she leaned over to seal her mouth across his, and when she did, any control he thought he had vanished with her soft moan.
He had every intention of stepping back and leaving, but her hands came to his shirt, grabbing on tight and pulling him closer. Every moan she gave, the shivers he felt beneath his hands and mouth, all had him opening his eyes before grabbing her legs and helping her wrap herself around him. But he never stopped kissing her, not wanting the intensity to fade.
In a few long strides, he had her in a changing room. He reached for the curtain, shutting it behind them, crossing his damn everything that no one interrupted them. Peyton was practically climbing up his body to get closer, until she reached for the button on his jeans, opening them. He gathered her skirt and shoved her panties down, until she was stepping out of them.
“Condom?” she gasped against his mouth, once she had his cock free.
He broke away to grab his wallet and take out a condom, right as she shoved his jeans, as well as his boxer briefs, down to his ankles. She moaned when he kissed her neck while he applied the condom, and he felt the desire roll through him to make those moans loader. When he brought his mouth back to hers, she wiggled herself out of her panties. Desperation to have her fast and hard, wanting to claim every inch of her, overwhelmed him. He held her skirt up at her hips and spun her around so she pressed her hands against the long changing room mirror. Staring into her dark and lust-filled eyes in the mirror, he entered her from behind. He shifted his hips slowly at first, allowing her to become accustomed to him, while he unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her red lace bra beneath. Jesus, every piece of lingerie she wore seemed to get sexier and sexier. The perk of sleeping with a lingerie shop owner.
Taking his fill of her beauty, he grabbed her hips and pumped his to get them both to satisfaction. He didn’t need to be caught in her shop screwing like a teenager and he was sure she didn’t either. But fuck if he wasn’t going to have her. Her moans. This intense draw to her. The crazy need flowed through him with each hard smack against her perfect ass. He was a full-fledged goner, and he knew it. With every thrust forward and low moan, he stared at her and she watched him right back in the mirror. Her mouth fell open a little, her eyes glossy and filled with pleasure, her moans a constant fuel, pushing him faster and harder, until his eyes shut.
Her inner muscles squeezed him tight, holding him close, until she broke apart, shuddering and gasping against him. He followed her, bucking hard and fast, emptying himself with a deep grunt.
“Okay, that was…wow.” She laughed softly a moment later, looking a wild mess in the mirror, a pinkish hue across her cheeks.
“You are wow.”
Breathless, and full of masculine pride, he pressed his lips against her neck, right as the front door chimed open. In an instant, he was promptly slammed to the side, his shoulder hitting the wall when Peyton all but dove for her panties, sliding into them in a split second and buttoning up her shirt.
Her eyes were huge as she mouthed, “Oh, my God.” Amusement and something undeniably beautiful lived in her eyes right then.
Ah, hell. He liked seeing her happy.
He gestured her out, but before she could vanish around the curtain, he grabbed her for one last kiss. Sweet, tender, and something he hoped tempted her for more.
Then she was gone.
“Hi,” Peyton said to whoever had come into the store. “How can I help you?”
“Oh, I’m just looking around,” a soft feminine voice said. “I was thinking about getting some new pajamas.”
“I can certainly help you with that,” Peyton said with obvious relief, as clearly that section wasn’t near where Boone needed to exit
. “Pajamas are right over here.”
He waited for their voices to soften, indicating they weren’t in front of the changing room, before he slipped past the curtain and moved quickly to the door. There, he opened the door and set himself up like he’d just walked in.
Both women turned to him. “Ah, wrong store.” He smiled.
Looking both flushed from her orgasm and from nearly getting caught, he was sure, Peyton smiled. “Not a problem. Have a great day.”
Boone winked at her.
“Holy cow, these are so soft and beautiful,” the woman said, drawing Peyton’s attention away from him.
Boone shut the door behind him, thinking the clothing in the shop was sexy, but the woman who owned the shop was far more beautiful.
Chapter 6
Later that evening, just before six o’clock, and getting nowhere on the case, Boone hopped on his Harley-Davidson motorcycle in the back parking lot and left the station to cook himself dinner before heading back to work late. Especially considering that, as of now, they were at a standstill on the case.
The loud roar of his motorcycle quieted as he turned down the street lined with mature trees. His plan for a quick dinner before returning to the station was slightly thwarted when he pulled into the driveway of his two-story yellow brick house and found a surprise. He parked his motorcycle next to Kinsley’s Jeep and waved at his neighbor cutting the grass before he entered through the black front double doors. At one time, this house had been run-down, which had been why he’d gotten it for such a steal when he moved back from New York City. He’d lived with Kinsley for the first year while he did the reno, and moved into his new pad last year, finishing up the minor stuff while he lived here. Silence had been his enemy back then, making him stay too much in his head after the divorce. He’d gutted the house to its studs, and with the help of Asher and Rhett, over the last two years they’d gotten the job finished.
With neutral-colored walls, large, dark furniture, and a wide-screen TV, the two-bedroom house suited him just fine. But what he liked most of all right now was the sight that greeted him in his small kitchen.
Peyton stood at the white countertop cutting vegetables, a salad bowl set next to her. Boone took in her modest dress, which he knew by now was a damn tease. On the outside, Peyton wore skirts and blouses that were stylish and proper. She wore dresses that were meant for Sunday dinners with the family. Though Boone knew that beneath those clothes was sexy lingerie and an even hotter woman. Blood and heat rushed to his groin, hardening him enough to fight back a groan. And their lunchtime quickie filled his mind, making him desperate for a repeat.
Pulled by this damn thing he couldn’t control, he stepped into the kitchen, watching as she dropped the knife on his approach. He smiled and drew closer.