Page 257 of Lost Then Found
“You keep this up,” he murmurs, leaning in close, “I’m gonna forget about dinner altogether.”
“Then I guess you better multitask, cowboy.”
Boone’s fingers grip my chin, rough and firm, tilting my face up until my mouth is his to take.
He kisses me like he’s finally off a leash he’s been straining against for days. His tongue pushes into my mouth, deep and greedy, dragging a sound out of me I didn’t mean to make. It’s messy, all teeth and breath and hands, his moving fast now, one up my back, shoving under my shirt like he can’t stand the barrier.
The clasp of my bra pops open and I gasp, but he swallows the sound like it fuels him. His palm drags along my ribs until it finds the curve of my breast. His thumb strokes the soft swell first, teasing just enough to make my stomach flip.
Then he finds my nipple and rolls it between his fingers until I’m moaning into his mouth, my whole body strung tight and desperate.
His other hand lands on my hip, gripping hard, holding me right where he wants me. His body’s pressed flush against mine now—warm, solid, and unmovable. I shift against him and feel the proof of just how much he wants this, wants me, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“This what you needed today?” he murmurs, his lips brushing mine with every word.
“I needed you,” I whisper back, my arms around his neck, fingers curlingtight in his hair. “This is just a bonus.”
“This dinner was supposed to be a reward, not a detour.”
I grin, my heart racing. “You’re very bad at staying focused, cowboy.”
“You’re not exactly helping.”
I gasp when his lips trail lower, gently along the curve of my neck, each kiss hotter than the last, until he finds that spot just below my jaw that turns my spine to jelly. His hand slides up, tilting my chin so he can kiss lower. Deeper. His lips are slow and thorough, like he’s memorizing the taste of my skin.
“Bedroom,” he growls, voice low and ragged. “Now.”
I blink up at him, dazed. “What about the dumplings?”
“Damn the dumplings.”
He turns the oven off and lifts me up, backing us out of the kitchen. I hook my arms around his neck, biting down on a grin because of course he would say that. Of course he’d forget his mom’s prized recipe the second I put my hands on him.
The guest bedroom’s less than ten steps from the kitchen. He kicks the door shut behind us, the soft click of the lock echoing through the room.
My back hits the mattress, and he’s right there with me, one hand braced beside my head, the other cupping my jaw as he slants his mouth over mine. His kiss is all heat and intent—no teasing, no hesitation—just the type of deep kiss that leaves me gasping, already aching for more.
“Off,” he says against my mouth, tugging my shirt up. I lift my arms and he yanks it off, flinging it somewhere behind him. The bra goes next, leaving me bare from the waist up.
His gaze drops, and something changes in his expression—like he’s hungry and reverent all at once. Then his mouth is on me, lips closing around one nipple, tongue circling, teasing. I arch into him with a sharp inhale, my hands threading into his hair, holding him there.
“Boone,” I whisper, already breathless.
He groans in response, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.
His hand slides down, undoing the button on my jeans, dragging the zipper down slowly—like he’s savoring the sound. He kisses his way downmy stomach, lips grazing over skin that tightens under his mouth. I lift my hips and he strips me bare.
When he goes to take his shirt off, we both catch sight of the apron still tied around his waist.
He glances down, then meets my eyes, grinning. “Christ. I forgot I was still dressed like someone’s mother.”
A laugh slips out of me, breathy and unsteady. “Well, you wear it well.”
He yanks the thing off and tosses it to the side, then drags his shirt over his head. My breath catches. Broad chest, thick arms, the kind of muscle that doesn’t come from a gym—built from years of hard work, sun, sweat, and grit.
Then his jeans hit the floor, briefs shoved down in the same motion. His cock springs free, long and hard.
My mouth goes dry. My thighs shift. He’s moving fast now, like we’ve already wasted too much time.
