explain to you the significance of the rainbow, but I won’t. I don’t think you deserve those little details yet.”
“Ooh. Does that mean I can earn them?”
She bats her eyelashes, making me laugh again. She walks down a little hallway that opens into a cozy kitchen. A breath is released in one hefty blow before she turns and looks at me.
Her eyes are filled with anticipation. Ripe with expectation. Overflowing with need—a need I’m ready and willing to meet.
I watch her, unsure as to whether to make the first move. This is new to me. There’s a protocol for these types of things—dinner, a movie, a nightcap. A little cuddling on the couch to ease the transition and then the finale. Delaney has completely tossed that out the window and now I don’t know what to do. I know what I want to do—get her naked as soon as possible. But I don’t want to make it uncomfortable or weird or come across as weak either.
She leans against the counter. “So, how do you want to do this?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, do I offer you a drink? Do we need to talk about the weather? Or do you just want to forgo all that jazz?”
I blink once. Twice. Three times before forcing a swallow down my throat. “You’re here for this, huh?”
“If you’re having second thoughts …”
“Ha.”
I walk slowly across the room. The air between us grows thicker. The room seems to shrink. The energy in the middle of us sizzles with what’s to come.
Her eyes grow wide as I near. I stop just inches from her.
I can’t remember being this excited to touch a woman. My fingers itch, almost burn, to feel her skin. I have to fight myself from wrapping her in my arms and smothering her with my lips.
Before I can, she reaches up and dangles her arms over my shoulders. Then, slowly, so slowly, in fact, that I think my cock might explode, she reaches her lips to mine.
They’re soft and silky. Like pillows against my mouth, she works them against mine like she has all the time in the world.
Her nails bite into my back as she pulls me closer. I wrap my arms around her, crossing them at the small of her back. Her skin is warm against my palms as I let her take the lead.
Delaney
My body buzzes with adrenaline as Boone encapsulates me in his arms. His body is rock solid, a mass of muscle and strength. My knees go weak as I melt into him.
His tongue splits my lips, invading my mouth. It explores with an unrushed, almost luxurious calm. It’s as if he’s committing this entire experience to memory one movement at a time.
My blood pounds through my veins as I break our kiss.
“You okay?” he asks, looking at me with a sweet concern.
“No.”
“What’s wrong?”
I take a step back. My stomach is clenched, my thighs aching. I need relief and I need it now.
Seeing him in my space, he looks even … more. More sophisticated, yet more rugged. More handsome yet altogether sexier.
I need him. I need him now.
I lift the edge of my shirt over my head. His eyes bulge as his tongue whispers over his bottom lip.
“You,” I say, tossing him my shirt, “are still dressed.”
“I like this you being in control shit.”