“Then what are you waiting for, Boone? Make it happen, and then take me to your bed.”

Being direct is something I learned in college when no one could figure out how to get me off. Guys didn’t necessarily follow my instructions, but I had a lot more fun. Boone smirks, and it's devastating. The confidence—the way he knows he's going to make me come apart in his arms—is heady and everything I've ever wanted.

Like a man on a mission, he dips his lips into mine, owning ...