Oh. My. God.

Boone’s fingering me in his kitchen—and it’s amazing.

My hips jerk, seeking more contact, deeper, harder, faster. I don’t care what he does, but I need him to do more of it.

“Please,” I whisper, even though I hate to beg.

“You could ask me for anything right now, and I’d give it to you.” His voice is deep and gravelly, and my nipples peak against the T-shirt.

“I need . . . more.”

Boone’s blue eyes search my face. “Sugar, I’m gonna give you everything.”

He pulls his fingers away and palms my ass with both hands, lifting me off the bar stool. He carries me to the huge farmhouse-style table six feet from the kitchen, and sets me on the cool wood.

“This is the kind of breakfast I could get used to.” He lowers his head, closes his mouth around the hard bud through the cotton, and sucks.

Electricity pulses and shoots through my body, lighting up my senses, my injured ankle all but forgotten.

With his other hand, Boone shoves the T-shirt up and slides a finger inside me.

One long, thick finger.

I arch, leaning back on my elbows as Boone plays my body with as much skill as his guitar onstage. His teeth nip, tugging at my nipple the same way he did my lip, and a moan escapes my throat.

He releases it before whipping the shirt up and over my head. “So much better.”

Back to his ministrations, he sucks at the other peak, hardening them both into tight buds.

It’s not going to happen. Not yet. That’s impossible.

And yet the rush of an impending orgasm builds in my veins, threatening to take me under.

“More.” It comes out sounding like a plea and a demand, and is met by a growl from Boone’s lips as his finger plunges inside harder and faster, his thumb finding my clit.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” My entire body goes taut, and my vision turns fuzzy as my eyes roll back in my head. The release washes over me, and my entire body turns languid.

If this is what I get for making donuts in the morning, I’m one hundred percent down with being Betty freaking Crocker.

“Your tight little cunt doesn’t want to let my finger go.”

Normally the C-word would put my back up, but on Boone’s lips right now, it’s hotter than I could have imagined.

My eyes fix on the outline of his massive erection against his gym shorts, and I want it.

Boone follows the direction of my gaze, and his lips tug into a sinful smile. He pulls his finger free of my pussy and lifts it to his mouth, sucking my juices clean. “You taste so damned good.”

It’s primitive, the feeling that’s gripping every cell in my body.

“Hurry.”

Boone shoves down his shorts and wraps a hand around his thick cock and squeezes. “Can you take it all? Everything I’ve got to give? As hard as I want?”

My hips lift, anxious to get closer. “Yes.”

He steps between my legs, levering them apart with his hips.

“You sure? Because the way you got my blood roaring right now, you’re gonna be feeling me tomorrow.” His lip quirks up on one side. “I like the thought of that. You, feeling me with every step you take. Remembering what it was like to take my cock hard and fast.”

As he speaks the words, he presses closer, rubbing the head through my slick heat.

“Yeah, I like that a hell of a lot. You’re gonna go wild for me, aren’t you, sugar?”

“I’ll give you whatever you want if you’ll just—”

At my declaration, his eyes blaze.

“You should be careful offering a man like me whatever I want. I’m not afraid to take it.”

With the head of his cock nudging against my opening, Boone grips my hips with both hands.

“So tell me, Ripley, you really mean that? Whatever I want?”

“Yes!” I yell, desperate to have him inside me, and probably willing to agree to anything right now.

“Heaven help you, because I’m not letting you go back on that.” With a jerk, Boone yanks my hips toward him and slams forward at the same time, driving his cock deep, almost to the point of discomfort. Since I’m already lit up from my last orgasm, the line between pain and pleasure blurs.

Boone’s expression takes on an intensity I’ve never seen before as he unleashes everything he’s been holding back.

He uses his grip on my hips to pull me back and forth until my body is fucking his cock as much as his cock is fucking me. Each pounding thrust takes my breath away, but I’ve never experienced anything more erotic in my life. My eyelids drift closed, but Boone releases one hip and slaps my thigh, demanding my attention.

“Eyes on me. I want you to know who’s fucking you. Whose name you’re gonna scream when you come.”

And then he becomes relentless, and I’m helpless to do anything but hang on tight and enjoy the ride. His gaze never leaves mine, almost daring me not to come. I hold back for as long as I can, but it’s a losing battle.

“Boone!” His name leaves my lips on a hoarse scream as a blinding orgasm rips through my body. I break our stare as my head rocks from side to side, unable to keep still as the pleasure owns every inch of me.

Boone doesn’t slow his pace. Sensation overwhelms me as he powers inside me over and over, seeking his own release. When his roar echoes through the room, his cock pulses and I’m filled with heat.

For long moments, the only sound in the room is our heaving breaths. As my brain flips on again, the first thought that rushes through my mind hits harder than a heavyweight.

Oh. Shit.

We didn’t use a condom.