I glance over to the bungalow, then back to Boone lifting a dirty roller door to his workshop. Cinnamon scampers back to the house, slipping inside through a doggy door that’s too big to carry the name, and I somehow feel jealous that she’s inside while I’m out here.
“Why don’t you head on in?” Boone asks, catching me staring back at his place.
I nod, trying to hide the fact that I’d much prefer a tour of his place, and head for the entrance.
I grab a fresh bottle of water out of the kitchen and find a chair in the waiting room. I hear noises, bangs, and clangs of metal striking metal, thinking maybe there’s a chance it’s an easy fix, and I’ll be out of here before the sun sets. But when he emerges from the back, rubbing grease stains off his scarred hands with an old rag, his face gives the answer before words need to be said.
“Your radiator’s cracked. I’ll have to order a new one before I can fix her up,” he says.
“Order?” I almost groan, but my annoyance is washed away by the fact that it means I’ll be stuckhere with him a little bit longer. “How long’s it gonna take?”
As bad as it’ll be to spend my weekend away here, with Boone around, it might not be. Something in his steel eyes calls to me. They beckon me closer. Twist my thoughts in ways that make me want to do something … reckless.
“A week, maybe less, maybe more. Depends if they ship it out on Friday or wait ‘til Monday.”
“You’re just saying that to keep me here.” After his off-hand comment about my face, flirting comes out way too easily.
“Trust me, doll.” His eyes narrow, and a naughty smirk cracks the corner of his lip. “If I wanted to keep you here, I wouldn’t make excuses. I’d just do it.”
Good God, that seals it.
I’m in a world of trouble staying here, but there isn’t a single part of me that wants to leave.
2
BOONE
“Is that so?” Callie’s baby-blue eyes flutter as her teeth sink into her plump lower lip.
That’s too straightforward.
I shouldn’t be wearing my wants and twisted desires on my sleeve without a care in the world. But from the second I saw her, I knew my fate was sealed.
She’s. Fucking. Perfect.
Everything I could’ve dreamed of in a stray little lamb crossing my path. And so much more.
Say something.
“You’ve seen the size of me, right?” I halt an instinctive need to flex my arms in some vain attempt to impress her. Not that trying to stiffen my muscles would do much anyway. I’ve been rock hard since the second we met.
“I have,” Callie coos, flicking her head to the side. Her eyes lazily scan my form until they come to a stop near my midsection.“And so far, I’ve gotta say I’m impressed. They make ‘em big out here.”
I scoff and shake my head. “That they do.”
Small talk and flirtation aren’t my strengths. Hell, I’m not much for talking at all. But sticking to my guns on those points isn’t going to get me any further with Callie.
“Need me to turn on the AC?” I take a step closer to her. The answer’s obviouslyyes,with her skin glistening from a thin layer of sweat.
One in particular catches my attention, and my eyes follow instinctively as it trails down her shoulder and into the V of her shirt. I lose the bullet between her breasts, but I forget about it almost as fast when I see the dark blue lining of her bra sticking out the top. To make things worse, Callie pinches the front of her shirt, tugging at it to let air in through the neck hole.
And with my eyes pinned to her chest, my view of what’s beneath couldn’t be better. The dark material, probably cotton, engulfs two enormous mounds bouncing playfully as she tugs at her shirt.
“If you wouldn’t mind.” Her eyes float back to mine, and I could get lost in the sight forever. Smoky rings from her eyeshadow make the blue pop bright and vivid. And the closer I get, the wider they grow. Like she’s expecting me to do something much more intimate than flicking a switch.
But let’s face it, with the way things are going between us, I already have.
Callie releases her shirt when I stop in front of her, peering up at me with nervous anticipation for why I walked over. Releasingher shirt, it clings to her body, exposing an otherwise petite frame. Big tits curve into her narrow hips and waist, only for them to explode outward again in a huge ass my face wants to be a seat for. Still, even in the doe-eyed nervousness of why I came over, a devilish smirk tickles her features.
