“Ooh, I like that.”
“Don’t get used to it,” I say as I step outside. “I’m not very submissive.”
The air whips around us as if to hurry us along. I head down the sidewalk and stop at my car.
Boone looks down at me. “I’d kiss you here, but I’m not sure if I’d be able to stop and I sure as hell don’t want to fuck you in the middle of town.”
My stomach drops. “Where are you parked?”
“Four cars down.”
“Follow me.” I move around the front of my car. “I hope you can drive fast.”
“I can drive it however you want.”
“We’ll see about that.”
5
Boone
My headlights shine across a small cabin nestled in a grove of trees. It sits at the end of a gravel lane that felt like it went on forever. I pull my car in beside Delaney’s and cut my engine.
I watch her gather her things before exiting her vehicle. There’s something about her that just draws me in like a moth to a flame. I don’t know if it’s her quick wit or ability to knock me off my game with one look, but the woman possesses an innate quality that most don’t.
Grinning, I climb out of my car. The night sky is dark blue and dotted with bright silver stars.
Delaney comes around the front of the car. I hold my breath as I take her in, hoping that the ride over didn’t dissuade her from her earlier plans.
I want her. Damn, I want her. And as I watch her move with a confidence that’s so fucking sexy, I realize that I want her to want me.
“You kept up,” she says with a grin. “Good work.”
“You haven’t seen how good I can work yet.”
Her cheeks turn a faint shade of pink as I approach. She doesn’t say a word. She just turns toward the porch.
To our right is a row of rose bushes. I stop and touch a bud that’s closed tight.
“I love those,” she says softly. “My grandmother planted them years and years ago. She used to say that they would bloom when something beautiful happens.”
“Does one bloom every morning when you open your eyes?”
She shakes her head. “No to the charming. It’ll make you leaving harder on you.” She laughs. “Besides, while sweet, that was a little lame.”
“True. Sounds like something one of my brothers would say.”
She flashes me a huge smile and makes her way onto the porch. A key is swiped from under a planter and I almost point out that she might as well leave it sitting on the railing because any delinquent would look under the planter first. But I don’t. I have a feeling that would be a long-drawn-out conversation and I don’t want anything distracting us from the reason we’re here.
To fuck.
We step inside. The cabin is exactly what I’d expect it to be. Orderly and warm with hints of levity here and there. The couch is a classic brown leather piece with a handful of pillows across it. The blanket draped over the back is covered with rainbows. It makes me laugh.
“What?” she asks as she closes the door behind me.
“I like the blanket.” I motion toward the sofa. “Nice touch.”
“Well, I could