Disclaimer: Don't own Bones
Just 'cause, he must have days like this right?
Wondering
What the hell was she wearing?
He'd been asking himself that question every three minutes in the last half hour. He didn't know what it was about that blouse she was wearing today, but he could not stop staring at her breasts.
It was driving him crazy and playing havoc with his concentration. Which was strange because over the past five years he'd become an expert at concentrating. Even when all he could think about was taking her against the nearest wall, he'd still been able to focus, at least enough to carry a damn conversation.
But what the hell? He was a mess today and he had no idea why. It wasn't even that provocative a shirt. I mean, for god's sake it had long sleeves and no cleavage.
But, shit. It was clinging to her perky breasts in a way that was sending all kinds of X-rated thoughts running through his mind.
ALL he could think about was sucking her nipples right through that blouse. He scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to get some control, but instead he felt himself getting harder.
"Booth, are you listening to me?" He couldn't even pretend because he had no idea what she just said.
"Sorry, Bones. Could you say that again?" Her eyes narrowed and Booth gave her what he hoped was an easy smile. "My mind was wandering."
Yeah, his mind was wondering, all right.
Wondering if he could get her wet just by sucking on her nipples. Wondering what would happen if he just caged her between his legs and started fondling her breasts through the soft material clinging to her. Wondering if he could get her to moan his name by tonguing her in just the right way.
Wondering if it was actually possible to come in your pants just from . . . wondering.