A Perfect Mistake (18 page)

I hated to think my
fear dictated so much of my life, but it did. How to overcome that?
Maybe with Boone I could. I had lost so much to the fear, and yet it
still dominated me like a live thing. I had to know if there was
something between us. I felt it strongly. “But I won’t
waste another minute pretending that I don’t want to be with
you.” I brushed my lips against his, slipping my tongue out to
taste him. “Not another minute.”

His chest heaved
against mine, I could feel his hard-on as it grew beneath my hip. I
remembered what he’d looked like naked and in a daze—twice.
Heat suffused me, heating my blood. I wanted to see him in the hard
light of day. The clearness of his eyes, the decision shared between
us.

“We’re
in my fucking truck,” he growled and moaned at the same time,
pressing his mouth fiercely against mine every time I took it.

“I don’t
care. What difference does it make where we are? This isn’t
about location. It’s about discovery.”

“I don’t
have any condoms in here.”

“We don’t
need them. I’m protected.”

“I think we
should…think…about this,” he groaned before his
mouth slammed down on mine.

And with that
admission on his lips, sealing that plea against my mouth, I felt
that heart-wrenching, sucking black hole lose some of its power over
me.

#

Boone

With whatever brain
cells hadn’t been swamped by Verity, then doused in
testosterone, then overwhelmed by a raging need, I fired off one
thought. I wanted something more from her.

I pulled away from
her. “I really want to get naked with you. I do, but I’m
trying to…” she kissed me again, trying to shut me up. I
got lost for a few minutes in the softness of her mouth, but then a
cell fired again. I was down to one.

“Verity,”
I said, pushing at her again.

“Boone, you
think too much.”

“No, wait,”
I said drowning as she went for the buttons on my shirt. “Tell
me something about yourself. Make it quick.”

“What…Boone,
please,” she said, her brown eyes pleading.

“Non-negotiable,”
I managed. It was nothing but blowing air. A total and bald-faced
bluff. All she had to do was touch me and I was burning up and going
down in flames.

“Seriously?”

I nodded.

She started to kiss
my neck, and all I had to do was slip my hand underneath that pretty
white dress with the scalloped edges that looked so good against her
tanned thighs.

She took a deep
breath. “I made this dress. I want to be a fashion designer.”

“You made this
dress?” I said, trying to breathe around the imprint of her
palms on my bare chest. When had she unbuttoned my shirt? She was a
resourceful little peach pit.

“It’s
really pretty on you, but I think you’d look beautiful in a
grain sack.”

She stilled and just
stared at me with that look girls gave you when you were being
especially cute or sexy or a stupid male. It was the same kind of
look she’d given me after the last note of “Grace Like
Rain”
had
died. Like she wanted her hands on me and had decided that melting
all over me was a really good idea.

I couldn’t,
wouldn’t, and didn’t plan to argue with that. No. Wait.
That one cell was still functioning, just barely and my dick groaned,
what
the fuck is
wrong
with you?

Then she moved,
straddling my lap, cupping my face. “Boone,” she
whispered. “Boone.”

That was it. Just my
name, like she was trying to understand who I was by saying it in
that breathy voice that made my one remaining brain cell start
short-circuiting. Her face softened and my heart felt tight in my
chest, like something was squeezing the hell out of it.

“It’s
been a year,” I said “And yet one look at you, one whiff
of your scent, and it might as well have been yesterday. I’m so
distracted by the constant raging hard-on I’ve had since laying
eyes on you in Outlaws that I can hardly think straight. So, getting
you naked and burying myself as deeply inside you as I can, for as
long as I can, until I can get myself back under control, sounds
really good to me. Then, and only then, might I have a prayer of
regaining my sanity. But I’m still not sure that’s going
to work.”

She raked her nails
over my pecs and across my nipples and I arched my back and my hips
rose uncontrollably against the hot, sweet center of her. “You
made the pattern for this dress and everything?” Apparently,
that was one tenacious brain cell.

This time she
groaned. “Boone, really? Oh my God, you’re killing me.
Please, please stop thinking and just be with me. I’ll tell you
everything about my dress you want to know and all about my designing
as soon as I have you the way I want you.”

“Oh,
fuck….fuck, Verity. I want you so much.” One of the
straps of the dress slipped a bit over her creamy shoulder, and that
was kinda it, my one last remaining cell gave up the ghost. And my
dick screamed, i
t’s
about fucking time!

I slipped my fingers
underneath that precarious lace and tugged it off her shoulder, my
mouth going to the creamy skin there. I breathed in the irresistibly
sweet scent of her skin, so powerfully feminine, and my head swam
with the way she jacked me up. Her face went into my hair and she
slipped the fingers of one hand into it as my mouth moved up her
throat.

Groaning at the
incredible feel of her pressing down on my dick, I could feel my
jeans getting uncomfortably tight. I pushed the other strap with the
tip of my finger, and it slipped off without a protest, whisper
quiet, right down her arm. I dragged at both straps and the bodice
slipped away, baring her breasts to me.

I made a soft sound
in my throat and she moved her hips against me in response. That
scent, the way she smelled, made my head swim. She was exquisitely
beautiful, her breasts full, soft globes, her nipples darker than her
skin.

I took her ribcage
in both of my hands, and arched her back, watching her face as she
rubbed against me, her nipples tightening into tight, sweet knots.

She was trying to
pull down the shoulders of my shirt with a mindless, jerking motion,
her fingers tight in the fabric. I let go of her long enough to shrug
out of it and to scoot both of us away from the steering wheel. I was
never so thankful for the roominess of my truck cab as I was right
that second.

She was soft curves
and dark hair, strands of it slipping loose and curling along her
cheek, over her shoulder. Everything about her got me hot. I didn’t
have to move too far forward to cover one of her nipples with my
mouth. She gasped, almost a sob, and a huge wave of tension lifted
away from me as I just gave myself up to the wonder that was her.

Sweet geezus, this
is what I’d wanted, what I’d needed, the part of me that
had so desperately wanted Holy Mary Verity Fairchild. Sex, pure and
simple and the sweetest thing on earth, her giving it all up for me,
her responses triggering my own, the two of us getting lost in each
other.

Her hands were in my
hair, caressing me so gently, so reverently, just like she’d
done that night I had been out of it with fever, curling around my
head and holding me against her. I could go a million years and never
get enough of the way she touched me. My hands glided over the hot,
satiny skin of her back and I sucked her nipple harder, raked it with
my teeth, pressing into her with both my mouth and the heel of my
hand against her back. She arched, driving her hips and groin onto my
aching, throbbing dick.

It was getting way
too tight inside. “Jeans,” I mumbled, as if she would
know what the fuck I was talking about. And she did. We separated and
she trailed her hands down from my head to the waistband of my jeans.
“Too tight,” I whispered kissing her collarbone as she
unsnapped them. My chest heaved when she grabbed the zipper tab and
put pressure on the placard. Her breathing ragged and fast, she
pulled down carefully, and as the loosened fabric fell away, I
groaned. So good. It felt so damn good.

I’d wanted her
so desperately at sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen, when it had been
hormones and whatever ideas of love I’d thought at the time.

Tonight the need was
more pronounced. She’d already been with me, but, fuck me, I
couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter. There had always
been something there between us. All I wanted from her was a chance
to see where it went.

It was hard to
imagine that I could ever have come to want her more—but I did.

I wanted to connect
with her, mouth to mouth, body to body, mind and heart to mind and
heart, to see if she could save me a little, just enough to take the
raw edge off my dreams, to take the tension off my mind.

She pushed off my
hips and grabbed the waistband of my jeans just like I’d
grabbed the straps of her dress. “Lift up, babe,” she
said, her eyes going over me, her breathing just as out of control as
mine. I dropped my hands to the seat and pushed up, and she stripped
my jeans and my underwear off me.

“Oh, God,
Boone, you’re so beautiful. Just like I remember.”

Her words were like
a light that filled me up to bursting. When she wrapped her hands
around me, I closed my eyes, jackknifing up off the seat, crying out,
and she caught the sound and took it into her as her mouth covered
mine.

I grabbed her around
the waist, pulling her across my lap, my hands under that pretty,
pretty dress. I snagged the waistband of her panties and pulled them
down and off her.

Then I lifted her
back up and over me again, my hips twitching at the brush of her skin
against my dick.

The need for her was
running hard though me, right to the core of me. It was everything I
wanted, to have her sweet and naked and all over me, her mouth
parted, her legs spread, letting me push up into her, take her, fuck
her, make her mine.

It was down to my
basic male urge to claim, like my primal nature took control and I
was powerless to stop it. Her mouth was hot and wet against me. I
needed more. She rolled her hips against me and it was like a
lightning bolt shocked me, traveled through my blood like a jolt of
electricity and shut down my brain.

She had no idea what
she was doing to me, because she did it again, rocked against my dick
again, and my hands tightened on her, going to her hips. Slowly,
relentlessly, I started pulling up her dress, dragging it up over her
ass, because I had to get my hands on her, between her legs.

And when I did, she
felt like heaven. She was so wet and soft, my fingers sliding through
her silken folds and into her. My kiss got harder, my body pressing
against her, and when she groaned, her legs widening, I wanted to
take it home. I grasped her hips and whispered, “Take me,
Verity. Fucking take me now.”

She reached down and
grasped me, guiding me. I rolled my head and pushed up into her, one
long, slick slide. Her head fell back and her arms moved around my
shoulders, holding on for dear life. Nothing had ever been sweeter
than to thrust into her again and again and again.

Her hands were in my
hair, and I pumped my hips to meet the slow fall of hers, until she
came in a torrent of soft cries and trembling shudders, filling me
with the intense, bone-deep satisfaction. I kissed her again, and
again, so softly, and she cried out each time as I continued to
thrust into her, drawing out her pleasure as long as I could.

“Wrap your
legs around me,” I said, carefully repositioning my arms around
her and moving myself up to lay her across the seat.

“Verity,”
I whispered her name, and as soon as her back and shapely ass hit the
seat I was pumping into her again. I lost it then. She was so hot,
slick, and I was dying. “
Verity
…”
I ground myself against her with every slow thrust,
wanting…wanting…getting so wrapped up, my mouth all
over her—unending moment after unending moment, until she gave
me all I wanted, her body going liquid beneath mine.

Then what I was
waiting for, craving. Her head went back on a groan, and her back
arched off the seat. God, I’d never seen anything more
beautiful, never felt anything more exquisite than the great
sensation of her pulsing and tightening around me, and it undid me. I
dropped my head to find her mouth. I was holding her so tight, my arm
low around her hips, lifting her to me and my deep, deep thrusts.

She captured my face
between her palms, her expression intense. I was almost mindless with
the pleasure, but our eyes met then, and I felt the need in her to
see me fully engaged. Her gaze held mine so intently, it was as
physical a connection as my body pumping into hers, as our kisses.
The silence was only broken by our harsh breathing. Verity slipped
her hand down to where we were joined and she touched me so gently.
The power and essence of our connection intensified, and I groaned
when I saw that same emotion reflected in her eyes.

My breath caught, as
the agony of the feel-good sensations detonated and then released so
fiercely with a hot surge of mind-bending pleasure, I couldn’t
hold her gaze. Mine closed as I simply breathed around the wave after
wave of sizzling sensations rolling over me.

#

Verity

It was a long while
before I could move, before I felt like I was breathing normally
again. I reveled in the feel of Boone’s big body heavy on mine,
even though he braced his upper chest off me so that I could breathe.
I had my arms and my legs still wrapped around him.

When he lifted his
head, I met his eyes and smiled. “Reckless sex with a reckless
Outlaw. Been there and done that twice.”

He smiled that
unruly Outlaw grin, and it made me feel wild enough, lawless enough
to rob a train.