Chapter 11

“Then what are you waiting for, Boone? Make it happen, and then take me to your bed.”

Being direct is something I learned in college when no one could figure out how to get me off. Guys didn’t necessarily follow my instructions, but I had a lot more fun. Boone smirks, and it's devastating. The confidence—the way he knows he's going to make me come apart in his arms—is heady and everything I've ever wanted.

Like a man on a mission, he dips his lips into mine, owning them as he unhooks the back of my bra and cups my tits in his palms. His thumbs rub against my hard nipples as he presses his cock into me. I don't think I've ever come without someone touching my clit, but I have a feeling it's about to happen. He grinds his hips into me, notching his cock against my center and moving it up and down with expertise. 

“Don't stop,” I whisper, arching up into him.