“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 t**s in his palms. His thumbs rub against my hard n*****s as he presses his c**k 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 c**k against my center and moving it up a
