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But that ache, that deep, twisting ache, had taken root. This wasn’t just desire. It wasn’t a fleeting crush. It was hunger, yes, but something more.Longing. Like he filled a space inside her she hadn’t realized was hollow.
She turned. Her hand reached for him before her thoughts could catch up.
Fire was about getting burned, but he’d already scorched her down to ashes, and now she wanted toreassembleso he could do it again.
This man didn't have to try to seduce her, he did it just by being him. Never any pressure. Never any subterfuge. Just pure unadulterated Carter.Boom.Boom. Her heart beat in tandem with those words. She pressed him to the wall with her body, slowly, deliberately, every inch of her trembling. He didn’t move. Didn’t touch. Just let her.
Her palms found his. They were roughly calloused. Hands that defused bombs, breached doors, protected lives. Her breathhitched as her fingers slid up, over his forearms, wrapped in corded steel beneath warm skin.
Her hands climbed higher, molding over the swell of his biceps, the heat of him bleeding through the thin cotton of his shirt. Her breath caught.
So much strength. So muchrestraint.
His eyes burned in the shadows. He didn’t move, just let her maul him.
“So,” she whispered, fingers curling around his shoulders. “This log PT he threatens you with…that gave you these broad shoulders?”
His breath came out ragged. “Some,” he managed. “Mostly pullups. I have to—” He choked as her hands slid around, down, tracing the powerful arc of his triceps. “—lift my body weight… rope climbs… getting on docks… ships…”
She pushed under his shirt, fingertips skating over the devastating terrain of his abs, the carved ridges of his Adonis belt. German boys were broad and strong, yes, butBoomerwas built like sin and salvation.
He sucked in a breath when her arms wrapped around his back. Muscle and heat. Velvet steel. She pressed her cheek to his chest, feeling the wild beat of his heart.
“You make me crazy without even trying,” she whispered. “Just being you.”
She leaned in, pressing her mouth to the strong column of his neck, lips trailing up his jaw in a soft, adoring slide of kisses.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, the rhythm of their breath mingling. Her hands slid around the back of his neck, brushing his soft hair.
His voice broke. “Taylor,” he whispered. “Fuck.”
She kissed him. Soft at first. Firm.Delicious. She tasted heat and restraint and something dangerously sweet beneath it all. She pulled back, eyes still closed. “Stop,” she whispered. Anotherkiss, deeper, hungrier. “Being.” Her third kiss came like a claim. Her tongue explored his mouth, her lips sealing over his with aching certainty. That was when his control broke.
He growled into her mouth, arms snapping tight around her, hands splayed over her spine as he pressed her against the hard heat between his legs. There was nothing careful now. Only need. Only her. “You,” she panted between kisses, hips arching against his.
He devoured her this time, his mouth crashing into hers with a hunger that had been building since the moment they met. His tongue stroked deep, his hands gripped hard, and for one glorious second, there wasnothingbut them.
The way he kissed wasn’t just with his mouth. It was with every part of him. Like he had to taste her, feel her,memorizeher, and she let him. This was real. Raw. Unstoppable, and she wasn’t going to be a fool and miss it. Not this time. Not with him.
She kissed him again, mouth open, breathless, teeth catching his lip like she wanted toclaimit.
“Seems...” she panted, her body pressed tight to his, “...impossible.” Her voice was hoarse with need. Her body was alreadydeciding. “So I’m going to stop fighting it.” Boomer groaned into her mouth.
“Lights the fuck out.” The voice came through the corridor like a blade.Iceman. No one on this team would be foolish to screw with that man’s authority.
Taylor groaned against Boomer’s chest, dropping her forehead to the worn cotton of his T-shirt.
“I liketyrant-masterbetter, too,” she mumbled.
Boomer choked on a laugh. She couldn’t help it either, her body still shaking, her heart still galloping. Theylost it, both of them, unstoppable laughter bubbling out in the middle of their breathless collapse.
“There’s no laughing after lights.” Iceman’s voice was steel now, sharp enough to cut through bone. “Don’t make me come out there.”
That only made it worse. Boomer tried to stifle it. Failed. Taylor slapped a hand over her mouth and muttered against his chest, “We’re definitely getting log PT.”
“Worth it,” he whispered, eyes still molten, voice low, and that was the moment she knew this wasn’t a mistake.This was the beginning of something they werenevergoing to be able to put back in the box.
Their laughter faded slowly, like a fire cracking low under the weight of night.
