Page 83 of Boomer
He got lost in it. In her. In every goddamn sound she made, every twitch of her body, every breath that caught on his name.
He could diffuse anything. Anything.Any goddamnedthing.
But she was under his skin, in so deep, he couldn’t figure out how she got into his bones, muscles, blood, but fuck he wanted her there, everywhere. He had no idea how to disarm his heart. She restlessly moved her hips against his erection, and he never wanted inside a woman as much as he wanted inside her.
He was rigged to explode, and she held all the power.
He grasped her waist, his voice coming out tense and gruff. “Wrap your legs around me, darlin’…and hold on.” She obeyed instantly, arms sliding around his shoulders, thighs clamping tight to his hips, ankles crossed at the base of his lower back. Her mouth went straight to the hollow of his throat, warm lipspressing to his skin, her tongue wet and tantalizing as she licked and sucked him there. That spot was hers now. She marked it.
He groaned low, staggered with her against his chest, heat blooming under his skin like detonation.
When he reached the bed, he braced one knee on the mattress, holding her easily, the curves of her ass cupped in his palms. She shifted in his arms, kissed the slope of his shoulder again, soft, open-mouthed. Her breath was warm, her lips gentle, like she was offering up thanks for every inch of him.
When he laid her down, spread out, beautiful, unguarded, she didn’t stop.
Her hands roamed him. Bold. Certain. Asserting.
She mapped his body like she’d waited a lifetime to know it, palms gliding over the sweep of his shoulders, down the flex of his lats, across the carved ridges of his back. Then she gripped his ass, full-handed, firm, like she wasn’t just appreciating the strength, but owning it.
A soft groan escaped her, low and hungry.
Her breath ghosted over his skin, and Boomer closed his eyes, nerves flaring like stripped wire. His breath hitched. His control wavered.
Then she kissed his shoulder again. Slower. Her mouth was soft, but her hands were relentless, awed, starved, adoring.
She touched him like she couldn’t decide whether to worshipordevour.
He wanted both.
Her hands weren’t charting muscle anymore. They werememorizing. One slid up the back of his neck, fingers thrusting into his damp hair, the other possessively cradling just beneath his skull.
He went still. Not because he didn’t want more but because that touch, right there, short-circuited every shred of restraint he had left.
That move was instinct. Vulnerable.His on switch, and she’d found it like she was born knowing where to touch.
Shivers raced down his spine. His cock throbbed in sync with her fingers, just slow enough to feel like he was cherished, just firm enough to feel like a vow.
“Taylor,” he rasped, breathless, undone.
She kissed the edge of his jaw. “I’ve got you,” she whispered, and he believed her. “I can’t wait to kiss you here,” she murmured, running her nails over the nape of his neck with slow intent. “To press my lips right here and send everything I feel for you into your skin. Like a live current. Something wild. Inescapable. So, it runs through you into your blood, your bones until you feel what I feel.”
Her fingers curled slightly, nails scoring just enough to make him shudder.
“I’m waiting for your body to join with mine,” she whispered. “To take everything you’ve been promising since the second I kissed you in that hallway.”
Then she smiled. Slow. Sinful. Unapologetic.
“Such a devastating, sexy bastard…”
He was craving her, and fuck, he didn’t think that would ever end. Not just skin to skin. Not just wet and wanting. But soul-deep. Inside and underneath. The kind of craving that made a man rebuild his life around it.
Slowly, he reached for her hand. Guided it to his cock, thick and aching, already slick at the tip.
“I love the way you touch me, darlin’.”
“I can’t seem to keep my hands off you,” she whispered, voice low, shaking with restraint. “When I can’t touch you, Ithinkabout it. It’s maddening. For once in my life, my job is just…getting in the way.”
Her fingers curled, slid lower. “I love your body. All that dense muscle. The way you’re built,Gott, it’sdevastating.”
