Page 76 of Boomer
Then sheseveredthe contact because that’s what it felt like. Not a step back. Asevering.Like she’d been wrapped in him, and now she was suddenly, bitterly alone.
She turned, hands trembling, and smoothed them down the front of her dress in a desperate attempt to look like she hadn’t just been undone by a man standing in her parents’ kitchen.
“Thank you for having us,” she said, voice barely under control.
Her father gave her a gentle smile. “He’s quite a man, Taylor.”
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
Then her mother, never one to give anything away, made a sound. It wasn’t quite a scoff. Not quite surrender either. “Yes,” Gretchen said, eyes on the sink. “Quite a dangerous man.”
Taylor turned toward the door, feeling like something tectonic had shifted behind her. He had stood toe-to-toe with her mother and gotten her to agree to something that they had been arguing about for a week. Just like that. It was as if a tether loosened deep inside her, as if he’d shown her what freedom looked like and what it meant to say what was buried deep inside. His emotional integrity was off the goddamn charts, and it was all him. Boomer, just fucking beautiful, irresistible Boomer.
She went outside, but not patiently, not willingly. He requested so she complied. She sat in the car, the engine running. When he emerged, he went around to the passenger seat and slid inside. She thought she was prepared, but she wasn’t. She was knee-weakeningly aware that the large maleform filling up the front seat was the last straw. She backed out like she was evading hostiles, jaw locked, hands white-knuckled on the wheel. Boomer looked at her sharply, his big, gorgeous body braced against the door.
“Jesus, sugar. Slow down.” But she didn’t. She pressed the accelerator. Ten minutes to get to her house, five minutes to get him naked. Yeah, that sounded good. She was going to try to beat that time.
She drove like a maniac, and Boomer gave her another glance. “Are you all right?”
She couldn’t answer, she was breathing hard, navigating the road, trying not to speed and get pulled over. That would take up way too much time. She was in the thick of Operation Get Boomer Naked, and she couldn’t pause even for speech. When she pulled up in her driveway, Boomer looked around. “Where the hell are we?” He sounded so adorably confused. If she didn’t get him inside her, she was going to spontaneously combust.
She didn’t answer, barely registered the second half of the sentence. She was in a sexual fog. She yanked the door open, seized his arm, and all but dragged him out like he was a mission-critical package, and she was out of time. With brute force determination, she dragged him toward the house. “Taylor, what is going?—”
He stumbled up the steps behind her, and she fumbled the key in the lock and pushed the door open, hauled him inside, rattled by the feelings swamping her, so aware of him. He grunted as she pushed him up against the wall. Feeling raw and exposed, she looked up at him, every nerve in her body was stretched to the limit. He brushed her cheek with his thumb. “Fuck, Taylor.”
His touch set off a wave of weakness, and she closed her eyes, struggling against the throbbing thickness that made her heart pound and her lungs refuse to function. Overwhelmedby sensation, she turned her face into his hand, and Boomer inhaled sharply and cupped the back of her neck. Murmuring her name, he drew her into his arms and covered her mouth in a kiss that set off a frenzy of sensation inside her. A sudden, frantic, mutual need traveled between them, and she clung to him, opening her mouth beneath his. Gripping her by the back of the head, he widened his stance, pulling her between his thighs and hard against his groin, and a low sound was dragged from deep inside her when she felt him hard and fully aroused against her.
Want escalated into an incoherent need, a need to feel him pressed against her, and she locked her arms around his neck, desperately pulling herself higher, tighter, against him. Widening his stance even more, Boomer shifted his hold on her back and dragged her up, resealing his hot, hungry mouth against hers in a kiss that seemed to ravage her very soul. A kiss that was fueled by a loneliness she never knew went so deep, by a need she never thought was possible, by a fever of want that burned her soul.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, subjecting you to my family,” she said, pulling up her dress.
“You mean your mother?” he panted. “Ansel is a good kid, and your dad bought into my SEAL persona, but your mom…”
“Oh, Gott. You heard what she said.”
“She wanted me to hear what she said.”
“You charmed her, you know, and you scared her.” She shimmied out of the lace briefs and dropped them on the floor. “She expected an arrogant American and you gave her a lethal ambassador. I’ve never seen her blush in my life. Not once, but when you complimented her on her Kartoffelgratin, in perfect German, then compared it to your Oma’s as the best you ever had. I thought she was going to swallow her tongue,” she said feverishly. “I almost mauled you right in front of my parents.I had to sit on my hands not to just…just straddle you right there at the table. Kiss you like the devastating bastard you are.Boomer. Gott.Carter…Ilove the way you’re just…you.”
Her hands then went for his belt. All she needed was the most important part of him…for now. Later she would take her sweet, fucking time and ravage him like she wanted to, but now, she needed him deep inside her.
In the quiet with nothing but their panting breaths, his cell phone rang.
“No!” she shouted. Then collapsed against his chest, her hands still on his buckle.
He growled like a mindless beast. Then angrily pulled the phone from his pocket.
“Don’t answer it.”
“Fuck me…I have to. It’s Ice.”
“Finley,” he said into the phone, his voice soaked with his frustration and desire.
“I need you back here.”
“Now?” he said, his Southern drawl the thickest she’d ever heard it.
“Yes, now. A side mission just came in. We’re spinning up. I know I gave you leave for the rest of the day, but it’s over.”
