“Me too. I haven’t been to many places. I’m a fucking workaholic.” I look over at her, resting my hand on the small of her back. “Having a smart woman as my wife, who could really help run this place, would give us the freedom to take time off, to enjoy ourselves.”
“Oh yeah?” I know she likes what she hears by the slight upturned corners of her mouth. “I think you’re trying to butter me up, Boone. Show me the garden, the cute animals, make me forget the reasons this might not be a great idea.”
“I’m not buttering anyone up.” I suppress a smile.
“No?” Her eyebrows raise, and I see the flicker of hope in her eyes, bright with possibility.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer to me as we turn, looking out at the lake. The summer breeze rustles through the trees, and Delta smells as clean as the Alaskan air—fresh and open to our potential.
“I do want to travel,” I tell her honestly. “See the world. Fish in the South Pacific and soak in the hot springs in Iceland. I want to do shit, but I don’t want to wander aimlessly. I know where I belong. And I don’t see being grounded as a fault. I see it as a privilege.”
“A privilege?” She shakes her head, not understanding. “It’s seems constricting.”
“Nah, that’s where you’re wrong, Delta. Your name, it means where a river diverges, right?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, a river can have lots of paths until it ends; so can life. Being here in Alaska doesn’t mean this is your whole world, your only path. Your life can be as big as you make it.”
“You make it sounds so easy.”
“Maybe it is.” I pull her to face me, looking intently at this woman who I want so badly to be mine. “Stay, Delta. I don’t want you to go anywhere without me.”
“You want me to stay that badly?” she asks.
“I know what I want most of all,” I whisper in her ear.
“What’s that?” she asks, her lips nearing mine, parting ever so softly—and damn, I want her tongue in my mouth, her pussy on my cock.
“I want to have my way with you, right here, right now.”
“You planning on convincing me to be your wife by fucking me silly?”
“No,” I tell her slowly, but with certainty. “I plan on convincing you to stay by fucking you forever.”
Then I kiss her, hard, pulling her waist to me so she can feel my rock hard cock, before slapping her perfect ass. I tell her to climb the ladder to the loft and she inches up the rungs with me behind her, ready to take her as mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Delta
Moments after we’ve crawled up into the loft, I’ve let down my guard. As soon as he touches me, the idea of wanting to work at a resort in the South of France or, say, Tahiti, sounds dull in comparison to the lure of Boone’s body fitted against mine.
His hands run up my waist, lifting off my shirt in one fluid motion, and as I exhale I realize that whatever spell he casts on me when we’re naked, when our bare flesh is pressed against one another, is pure magic. People always talk about chemistry and connections—but damn, Boone and I are something else. Something more.
If the only thing we needed to decide on in order for us to work was what position to fuck in, I think we’d be fine. But the truth is, we have a heck of a lot more to work out if this thing between us is going to go any further than hot sex.
I’m not ready to think about it. In fact, I can’t think about it at all because Boone’s mouth is on mine and his hands grab my ass firmly as he pulls me closer to him, then closer still. Close enough to hear his beating heart and feel his pulsing cock now that our bodies are ready to be one.
“Oh, honey,” he growls in my ear as I tug the belt from his jeans, as I lower his boxers, letting his thick cock spring out.
“What do you want from me?” I purr seductively, standing before him in a bra and panties. Asking him to take control makes me feel desired, wanted—makes me feel sexy as hell. I wait for him to tell me what to do, realizing that he was totally right: I do love being ordered around the bedroom, but that’s so different than being ordered around in real life. Here, in this lace underwear and nothing else, just knowing that my body is going to take him and make him feel like a king, is enough to make this power dynamic get my pussy sopping wet.
“I want you naked. I want to see every inch of your skin bare so I know exactly what I’m taking.”
He unhooks my bra, letting my breasts fall out, and his mouth is on them in an instant, rolling his tongue around my hard nipples. He licks my skin, his hands filling with my breasts, his fingers grazing past my belly button toward my pussy. I contract in anticipation, and I swear I could get myself off just by squeezing my pussy hard and tight, and then slowly letting go—that’s how hot I am for Boone. He slides off my panties, which are soaked through as my pleasure and excitement seep out of me.