Chapter Twelve
Boone
All of my awareness was centered on the feel of Grace’s warm, slick mouth, and the gentle suction when she drew me in deep. I meant for this just to be for her, but she yanked the reins of control away from me.
I collapsed into the pillows, one hand fisting her hair and the other the sheets as she drove me to the brink with her naughty mouth. After she dragged her tongue along the underside at one point, dropping wet kisses when she reached the crown, she murmured, “All you have to do is tell me to stop, Boone.”
Grace, with that naughty note in her tone and her precise, southern drawl, nearly made me come right then. With an effort, I dragged my eyes open and found hers in the moonlit room.
She paused, her tongue darting out to swirl around the tip of my c**k yet
