Page 128 of All We Need

His swallow is audible and shock flashes across his face.Doeshe seriously think the cause of my happiness is anything else?

He’s still twisted at an odd angle when he reaches back and squeezes my thigh. “Thistoday is a good one, huh?Ibet the next one is better.”

Not tomorrow.Today.

Our gazes lock.Then,I’mbouncing off the springs with anoomphas he flips us over.Hisunruly hair flops over his brow, making him look rakish.

“Are we done painting?”Iask breathlessly.

“So fucking done,” he growls.

I feel the kiss all the way to my toes.Myfingertips tingle.Myinsides explode.Itawakens a craving so acute, nothing will ever please it.Onlyhe feeds the hunger.

Booth’s hands cradle my face softly, so at odds with the punishing rhythm of his tongue as it plunders into my mouth.

The paint is forgotten.Thesheets are destroyed.Arainbow of ruin encircles us and we lose ourselves to it.Toeach other.

I slide off his shorts, legs hooked high on his hips, finding him bare.Stitchestear due to his eager state to rid me of my clothes.Whenthere’s nothing between us, only then do we pause our hurried hands.

“My turn.”Hisvoice is playful, gaze fiery.I’mso distracted by the hot, thick length of his cock throbbing against my inner thigh,Imiss him reaching over to the pots of paint.

Red fingers dangle above me; his lips curve menacingly as he snatches up my wrists and slams them above my head.

“Don’t you dare.”Igasp when his hips shift.Then, with his paint-smeared hand, he wraps his fingers around my throat.Nottoo hard, but enough to slow the flow of oxygen.

“Okay?” he asks softly.

I nod, and shimmy my hips until the head of his cock slides over my soaked entrance.

“You’re so sexy like this,Aly.”Hepushes in.I’mso slick, it takes no time at all for him to fill me completely. “Sogoddamn beautiful painted with my handprint and filled with my cock.”

“God,Booth,”Imoan.

Tonight,Igive myself over.Behindthe fire and lust, understanding shines.Hehas my body, my mind, and my trust.

He stills and releases my wrists and throat.Handsglide down my arms, over my breasts, and stop at my waist.Vividred decorates my body and somehow, vibrant blue coats his chest. “Iwant you on top.Ineed to watch you.”

Without removing himself, he rolls us again, untilI’mstraddling him.Hiscock hits me so deep like this,Ihave to wiggle my hips to adjust.

“Lean back, put your hands on my knees.”Iobey him and groan at the angle. “That’sit.Goodgirl.Nowmove.Fuckyourself on my cock.”

My head falls forward, both our gazes hazy asIslowly start to rock my hips.

He hisses, hands flying to my waist. “Fuck, yes.Likethat.Lookat you.”

We work together, him directing my pelvis exactly where he wants it asIundulate above him.Thepace is slow, but there’s a feral need inside of me, clawing for more.

“Booth.”Thatsingle word is a plea.Onehe’s happy to oblige.

“I know,Silver.I’mthere with you.”Hishands slide around to firmly grip my bottom, fingers flexing into the soft flesh as he increases the tempo.

It’s still not enough.

“What is it?Whatdo you need?Letme give it to you.”Hisvoice is harsh, like he’s holding back.

“Fuck me,”Imoan with a slow roll of my hips. “Fuckme like you hate me.”

“I could never hate you.”Hissmile is devilish. “ButIcan fuck you likeIdo.”

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