He slides two fingers under my chin and lifts my face to meet his. His intentions are clear in his smoldering gaze. The lust, want, and need that formed on the side of the road and mounted right up to this point.
“I’ll have to find a way to distract you.” And he does it in the best way possible, leaning forward until I can feel his hot breath against my cheek.
A yelp catches in the back of my throat as he moves in closer. As my thoughts start to spiral that this is actually happening, his lips brush against mine tenderly, but the softness doesn’t last long. It morphs into a mess, our lips devouring one another hard, fast, and hot.
My phone slips out of my hand as I lose myself to Boone. Our mouths work overtime to release all the tension we’ve built up through the day. His grip on my shoulder tightens while his free hand slides around my waist, pulling me tighter into the embrace.
And just like it started, it’s over … fast, overwhelming, and gone before I can get utterly lost in him.
Boone releases me and pulls back, his mouth parted in awe.
“I … don’t know what came over me.” Still stunned, a sheepish smile prickles over his face.
“If you’re trying to apologize, stop.” I fight him. That was what I needed, not only to forget about my troubles, but in general.
A perfect distraction from life.
Boone mumbles something under his breath about me getting comfortable and unpacking before heading for the door. And while I don’t want it to end, and him to leave, I understand his strange reaction.
Both of us knew that’s where it would end, but it happened in the midst of tension. The best part is how adorable he is in the bewilderment of something hedid.
He clears his throat. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
Before I can say another word, he vanishes through the door.
And though his reaction isn’t what I expected, I raise shaky fingers to my smiling lips.
My stay in Meadowview just got a whole lot more interesting.
4
BOONE
It’s been a couple of hours since I kissed her, and I still can’t believe I did it. But my blood was boiling just picturing that prick barking at Callie. What good are all the rules and regulations when the poor thing still can’t take two days off in peace?
I also know I’m justifying this to myself. Coming up with excuses about being lost in the heat and the moment. But that isn’t the truth. I know exactly where it came from, my unquenchable thirst for her. But now that I’ve gone and done it, I’m worried I fucked things up. Scared Callie off by being too forward and wearing my wants on my sleeve.
Sure, I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing her from the second I towed her car. Hell, kissing is the tip of my mental iceberg. I’d much rather have her use my face as a seat.
Get yourself together.
Much easier thought than put in practice. I’m coming undone at the seams. She’s turned me into a mess that’s going to take a whole lot more than some mental gymnastics to fix.
And though I complain, I’m loving every fucking second of it.
As luck would have it, before I can get too lost in thought and work, I hear the loud creak from the lobby’s door. Half-expecting it to be one of the locals coming around to chat shit, I grab a rag out of my toolbox and start wiping my hands. But my heart nearly stops in my chest when I hear her voice.
“Boone?” Soft and timid, just the way I like her. “You busy?”
“Not at all.” I spin around, dragging the cloth between my fingers. “Something wrong?”
But it seems one of my dreams has come true when I get a look at her. Freshly showered, in an outfit that leaves way too little to the imagination. Her almost see-through shawl hangs over a loose-fitting poncho-like shirt that barely covers her tits. Below, her jean shorts have been replaced by bootie shorts, and that couldn’t be a better term, with her ass cheeks practically spilling out the bottom of them.
“No, not at all. Everything’s great.” She’s smiling, which has to be a good sign. Maybe I didn’t screw things up as badly as I thought. “It’s just the day’s coming to an end and well…”
I don’t interrupt, waiting to see where she steers the conversation. Well, that’s a part of it, but mostly I’m struggling to stop drool from spilling out of my mouth at the picture of perfection standing in front of me.
“Wanted to see if you were busy. Maybe hang out or something,” she concludes.
