Page 9 of Big and Rowdy
I silence him with another kiss, pouring all my own want and need into it. I've never been the type for outdoor adventures of this particular kind, but something about this place, this man, makes me feel wild and free in ways I've never experienced.
Boone groans against my lips and lifts me easily, settling me on the boulder so we're nearly the same height. The position brings us into intimate contact, and I can't suppress the moan that escapes me when I feel the hard length of him pressing between my thighs, even through our clothes.
"God, Savannah," he rasps, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see you. All of you."
My heart hammers against my ribs as I nod, and he steps back just enough to pull my sweater over my head. His eyes darken as they roam over my lace-covered breasts, his hands coming up to cup them.
"Beautiful," he whispers, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples through the fabric. "So fucking beautiful."
I arch into his touch, emboldened by the naked desire in his eyes. My fingers find the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward.
He helps me strip it off, and I'm momentarily stunned by the expanse of tanned skin and sculpted muscle before me. My hands explore the broad planes of his chest, tracing the ridges of his abs, feeling the way his muscles jump beneath my touch.
When my bra falls away, he makes a sound low in his throat. His hands cup the fullness of my breasts, testing their weight, and when his thumbs brush across my nipples, I gasp at the jolt of pleasure that shoots straight to my core.
The first touch of his lips on my sensitive flesh has me crying out, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he sucks and teases. His tongue swirls around one nipple while his fingers work the other, and I'm already panting, already desperate for more.
His mouth finds mine again in a kiss that's all heat and promise. His hands slide down to the button of my jeans, pausing there.
"Yes," I breathe against his lips.
He unbuttons them slowly, dragging the zipper down with deliberate care. When his fingers brush against the damp fabric between my thighs, I whimper.
"Already so wet for me," he says, his voice rough with satisfaction.
He helps me shimmy out of my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my panties. The cool mist from the waterfall kisses my heated skin, raising goosebumps along my arms. But when Boone kneels before me, eyes level with my center, I forget about the cold entirely.
He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, so close to where I need him. "I've been dreaming about tasting you since the moment I saw you."
"Then do it," I challenge, my voice breathy but bold.
His grin is predatory as he hooks his fingers in the elastic of my panties and slides them down my legs. I'm completely barebefore him now, and the way he looks at me makes me feel more beautiful than I ever have.
He starts with gentle kisses along my inner thighs, working his way higher with agonizing slowness. When he finally presses his mouth to my center, I cry out, my hands flying to his hair to keep him there.
"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs against me, the vibrations of his voice adding to the sensation.
His tongue circles my clit before dipping lower, exploring every fold and sensitive spot until he finds exactly what makes me gasp and tremble. One broad hand splays across my stomach, holding me in place as he works me over with his mouth. When he slides one finger inside me, curling it to hit that perfect spot, I nearly come undone.
"Boone, please," I pant, my hips rocking against his face. "I need you."
He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously while his tongue continues its relentless assault on my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and I feel myself climbing higher, teetering on the edge of something monumental.
"That's it, beautiful," he urges, his voice rough with arousal. "Let go for me."
When he sucks my clit between his lips and curls his fingers just right, I shatter. The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my back arching as I cry out his name. It echoes off the valley walls, a primal sound that seems fitting in this wild place.
Before I've even caught my breath, Boone is standing, hastily shedding his jeans and boxers. I watch through half-lidded eyes as he reveals himself, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him—thick and hard and ready.
"Now," I demand, leaning back on the boulder and pulling him between my thighs.
He's big, stretching me in a way that borders on too much, but the slight burn only adds to the pleasure. He gives me time to adjust, his forehead pressed against mine, his breathing ragged.
"God, you feel incredible," he murmurs. "So tight, so perfect."
When I roll my hips, signaling I'm ready, he begins to move. His strokes are deep and measured, each one hitting spots inside me that have me seeing stars. His hands grip my hips, lifting me slightly to change the angle, and suddenly he's hitting somewhere even deeper.
"Right there," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop."
