Page 77 of Boomer
Taylor could hear everything Ice said. She was still plastered to Boomer.
Spinning up? No. For how fucking long? “I’m going to kill him,” she whispered, and Boomer caught that freaking gorgeous bottom lip to keep from laughing.
“Okay, boss,” he bit out.
“Are you all right?” Iceman asked.
“Of course, duty calls. On my way.”
Before he could even say a word, she grasped handfuls of his shirt. “Why couldn’t you lie to him. No…noof courseyoucouldn’t. You’re sogoddamnedhonest. Ihatethat about youright now.” Boomer’s mouth lifted and in his eyes was nothing but how adorable he found her right now. “Ireallyhate you.”
“No youdon’t,” he whispered. As if realizing that she was beyond recovery, Boomer swung her around so her back was against the wall, twisted her against one thigh, and shifted his hold. Tightening his arm around her torso, he slid his hand under her dress, absorbing her cry as she sucked in a quick breath, and her heart raced in anticipation as his hand slid between her thighs and his mouth returned to hers, hot and hungry and demanding, allowing her no escape.
His fingers skimmed along the edge of her thigh, and then they were delving through damp curls and gliding along the soft, swollen lips of her sex. A blunt finger slipped easily into her, followed by a second that seemed too much to take all at once. She whimpered into his mouth and stiffened, but then his thumb pressed against her clit, right where she needed his touch the most, both soothing and arousing her at the same time.
As soon as she relaxed, he pushed deeper, filling her, and her inner muscles clamped tightly around his fingers, resisting the invasion. Her head rolled back against the wall, and she panted for air, wondering how she was going to be able to take all of him when the time came.
His big body shuddered, and he buried his face against her neck, his ragged breath hot and damp against her skin. “You are so fucking tight, so hot and wet,” he rasped in her ear. “I want inside you.” Shivers mingled with the throbbing ache only he could appease. “No time.”
An explosion detonated inside her, and a chain of convulsions ripped through her as she came apart in his arms. Cupping her hard, Boomer touched her again, and a second wave of orgasms ripped through her, taking her breath, and making her hips rock with undulating pleasure.
Boomer hugged her against him, his arm supporting her back, his hand splayed wide in her hair.
What the fuck was that move?Gott, and could he do that again?
Unable to speak, Taylor sobbed his name against his neck and dragging his hand free of her clothing, he wrapped her up in a powerful embrace. Cuddling her tightly against him, he tucked his head against hers and stroked her back.
Taylor tried to shift her position to absorb more of her own weight, but he tightened his hold on her, his voice strained when he whispered against her temple. “Don’t. Just let me hold you.”
Too raw to speak, Taylor just held on, tight, trembling, overwhelmed. Tears blurred her lashes, and her heart split clean down the middle. This man wasn’t just a man to want. He was a man to fall for. A man to die for. A man to live for.
Inhaling unevenly, Boomer leaned his full weight against the wall, drawing her deeper into his embrace, his touch meant to comfort as he massaged the base of her spine. Pressing his head closer, Taylor turned her face against the curve of his neck, a wave of regret washing through her. He had given her so much but had taken nothing for himself.
“That sucked,” she whispered.
He smoothed his hand up her back, resting his jaw against her temple. There was a hint of amusement in his voice when he answered. “I’ll have to work harder next time. Maybe I can do it better with my mouth and tongue.”
She groaned, long and low. Men were so deliciously filthy. “I don’t think I would survive anything better,” she hissed softly with affection. “I was talking about this one-sided thing.”
He stared at her for a moment, then became intent on her mouth as he ran his thumb along her lower lip. “We will get this together,” he said, his tone gruff. “Hopefully it won’t involve acourt-martial for disobeying orders, because I wanted to tell Ice to go fuck himself.”
She laughed softly, taking his face between her hands, and stretching up and kissing him softly on the mouth, her breath catching as he pulled her hips closer and took control of the kiss. It was long and lingering and oh, so sweet with an undercurrent of tense male arousal.
Releasing his breath in a long, shaky sigh, he bent down and snatched her underwear off the floor, offering them to her. She took them, slipped them on. “Let me change really quick.”
Thirty minutes later, back at the compound, and if looks could kill, Iceman would be dead. In fact, the whole damn brass included. They were taking Boomer away from her again.
Taylor’s fingers tightened around her tablet. She couldn’t look at Boomer. She would lose it right here in the hall before he had to go on a side mission without her, all these watchful eyes. But drawn against her will, she slid her gaze to him, remembering everything he’d said, remembering everything he’d done. In that moment, looking at the man she hadn’t dared dream could fit this deeply into the cracks of her life, all she could think was…Gott help me. I’m falling in love with him.
She hadn’t expected this. Not from him. Not from the man who knocked down doors and turned steel to rubble. But he’d offered something more devastating than firepower.
Respect. Insight. Grace. Himself, and she wanted that most of all.
Anna showed up and slipped inside the room, closing the door. She had nothing she could do but wait for him to come back. She might die of estrogen overdose.
The op was clean,mostly. But Boomer was not.
He was half a beat slow on a breach. Missed a hand signal from Preacher. Didn’t respond to Breakneck’s flanking call until the second repeat. Nothing catastrophic, just enough to earn a look from Iceman mid-sweep that could’ve cracked a steel plate.
