Page 63 of Boomer
Her smile was soft, wistful. “Heisa decent guy, and I’m sure it didn’t go unnoticed that he wanted a second chance.”
Her hands moved again, slow, deliberate. She reached for the tie around his thigh holster, fingers brushing his hip, then his waist. The belt loosened. The weapon clinked softly on the table.
She was disarming him, piece by piece.
He washelplesslyletting her.
She lifted her gaze again, and it felt like a switch flipped behind his ribs.
“We had a relationship,” she said quietly. “In university. He was fun. Charming. But closed off in all the ways that mattered. After graduation, he ghosted. The next time I saw him was on a joint training op with GSG 9. He apologized, but I’ve been cautious since. I think I hurt him. But it couldn’t be helped.” She stepped closer, her palms sliding up his chest, over his shoulders. “I can’t do that again. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want toseeanyone else but you, Carter.”
His heart thudded against his ribs so hard it felt like detcord winding tight through his chest. Bash had let her down and she cut him loose? His whole body locked up with what he was keeping under wraps. Not sure if he could give her anything more than Bash had. No, that wasn’t true. He could. But he was afraid. Opening those wounds about Mike, about what it cost him, about how broken he felt underneath the humor and control. Bash was Boomer’s proof that Taylor didn’t tolerate emotional silence. He would have to be open or lose her. What would that cost him? What would that cost her?
Then she smiled. A slow, sensual smile that affected him like a blow right to the gut. Just that easily, just that quick, he ached to kiss those tantalizing lips of hers, wanted to eat her up, inch by delectable inch and taste her in every hot, sweet, womanly place.
He was at his limit. Hisfuckinglimit.
With a low, torn sound, he grabbed her and yanked her against him, arms wrapping around her as his mouth found hers. Rough. Starved. Hungry like he was finally taking what he’d denied himself too long.
She groaned softly and kissed him back like fire, her mouth devouring his, her hands clutching his shirt, her body arching into his like she couldn’t get close enough.
Her lips parted as she sucked in a quick, startled breath, and he shoved his fingers into her hair and held her head in his hands, rendering her immobile as he delivered a demanding, opened-mouthed, tongue-tangling kiss she couldn’t escape.
He shifted closer and poured everything into the hot, ruthless kiss, aggression, dominance, and the desperate need to purge her from his mind, his dreams, his entire system. Fire pooled in his belly and lower, his frustration mingling with an undeniable need to possess her in every way imaginable.
She didn’t resist him as he continued to consume her mouth the same way he wanted to ravish her body, with his lips, teeth, and tongue, and the craving for her grew stronger, a ravenous heat and hunger he was hard-pressed to keep at bay.
His thick erection nudged her mound, and he slid a muscular thigh up between her legs until his knee pressed against her sex, forcing her to ride him. God, he’d never, ever needed a woman as badly as he ached for Taylor.
He wanted to worship her with his hands, taste her everywhere with his tongue until she begged him to let her come. Then he wanted to fuck her until she screamed with the pleasure of it, and he finally gave himself over to the hot, pulsing release he’d denied himself for too long.
She shuddered and moaned, and it was the pressure of her fingers digging into his arms that snapped him out of his carnal thoughts. He reached down, cupped her ass, ground himself against the heat of her.Christ. He was going to lose it if he didn’t get her naked, slick,his.
Then came the knock. Breakneck’s voice, muffled, “Debrief in five.”
Boomer broke the kiss like someone had detonated cold air between them. He immediately let her go so that he wasn’t wrapped so intimately around her. They stared at one another, both of them breathing hard, panting. Her blue eyes were wide and dilated, her expression stunned. He’d never treated a woman so roughly before, not that she’d tried to stop him. His hands were still on her hips. Hers were still curled in his shirt.
“We better go,” she whispered, but her eyes tracked his face like she was memorizing every angle. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. Her hands released him last.
He didn’t move. Couldn’t.
Not until she reached the door, and even then, he was half afraid that if she looked back, he’d drag her to the bench, bury himself inside her, and risk Ice’s ire.
It would be a miracle if he survived this deployment, and it wasn’t the drug dealers he was worried about.
The hallway was cool, but it did nothing to stop the heat simmering beneath Taylor’s skin. She pressed a hand to her stomach, fingers trembling slightly as she turned the corner, the buzz of voices rising ahead.
Her mouth still burned. Her heart was still thudding like a war drum. She could still feel his thigh between her legs.
Christ.
She’d nearly come apart in the damn cages. Carter Finley hadn’t just kissed her. He’dconsumedher. Taken her mouth like he’d been starving for it. For her.
And the worst part? She’d let him.Wantedhim. Godneededhim.
She took a breath, then another just before stepping into the debrief room.
The lights were harsh, fluorescent. The room smelled like coffee, bloodied gear, and sweat. Iceman was already seated, arms crossed, impassive as ever. SBS Captain Lockhart stood to the side, conferring quietly with his men. Bash was in the back, posture stiff, his eyes already on her.
