Page 3 of The "I Do" Do-Over

“What have you wanted to say?” I breathe, every cell in my body tuned to his reply.

“I love you, Taryn.”

I suck in a jagged breath, eyes wide.

I’ve had dreams about this, at night. Dreams where Boone gets down on one knee and offers me the world — offers me the rest of our lives together. I would always wake up feeling so damn happy.

But only for a moment.

Then my heart would plummet to my stomach, sadness filling my chest, because I knew that could never happen. Not for us. We were friends, and that was that.

Until tonight.

Until this moment.

“Are you sure you haven't had too much to drink?” I ask.

“Oh, I've definitely had too much,” he chuckles. “But that doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing. Marry me.”

“Kiss me, Boone,” I say, asking for what I’ve always wanted from him but never let myself have. “Kiss me first and then we'll see.

He cradles my face in both hands. His thumbs are rough against my cheeks thanks to his construction job, but it feels good.

It feelsright.

He draws my face to his and our lips meet like I’ve dreamed about — like he's apparently ached for. It’s strange how we could be best friends for life and have kept these feelings from each other so well.

For the first time, we taste each other, exploring with our tongues, our lips, little nibbles.

Our kisses are shy at first. But then his hand travels down my back, flattening against my sacrum. I press closer to his warmth, looping one leg over his hip, opening to him.

We’re fully clothed, but I know Boone can feel how ready I am for him, how wet. He groans into my mouth. I drink it in, tasting the flavor of his pleasure — of his desire for me.

It’s damned good.

Boone pulls away. I give an involuntary mewl of disappointment.

“Well,” he asks eyes dancing with mischief, “how was that?”

“Not nearly enough,” I growl, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulling him back to me.

Our bodies crash together in the best way. He rolls his weight on top of me, and I open my legs to accommodate him.

He nestles himself between my thighs. I can feel how hard he already is through our clothes.

I give a ragged cry as my hands sweep over the muscles of his back and he palms and teases my nipples through my top.

“You’re beautiful,” Taryn,” he says in a rough voice as he grinds gently against my opening. “You’re everything I've wanted.”

“Show me how much you want me, Boone,” I beg. “Show me with your body.”

He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he presses me harder against him, ravaging my mouth with his. And then, pulling me to a sitting position to begin to peel my clothes away, he does exactly what I ask.

Tugging me onto him, Boone fills me with his hardness, and just like that, nothing will ever be the same. I throw my head back and ride the furious waves of sensation as he makes love to me, pulling my orgasm from me long and loud.

I wakeup with something hard and sharp digging into my cheek. Drool drips from the corner of my mouth. I wince against the bright light assaulting me from the window. I slam my eyelids shut, squeezing them against the brightness and the throbbing pain inside my skull.

What the fuck? What did I get up to last night?

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