Page 87 of Boomer
Feeling connected to him in so many ways, she sent her fingertips through his hair. Cupping his scalp with both palms, she pulled his head back. Her eyes flowed over his brutally striking features, homing in on his goddamn sexy mouth.
Shamelessly caressing his lower lip with her tongue, she dropped her head and kissed him. The feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him, was intoxicating, dizzying. He set her on fire with his kiss, made her gasp, and every inch of her wanted more. It was crazy. Crazy and hot and utterly sexual. The reality of it was so much more intense, the silkiness of his hair sliding through her fingers, the rough edge of his jaw beneath her palm, the strength of his arms wrapped around her. She was usually in charge. Yet with him, nothing was simple, but it was still safe. The pure physical energy of him was a force to be reckoned with. He was powerful, dangerous, and unpredictably seductive.
“I want to fuck you again,” he whispered fiercely, his words rippling through her like lightning, electrifying her. “Feel how exquisitely your body grips my dick as I come.”
Her breath hitched, and she was well aware she had a job to do, but it was a dim thought at the back of her head. “I should?—”
“Let them fucking wait,” he growled. Holding her gaze, he slid a hand between their still joined bodies, across her belly, and down to her mound. His thumb pressed against her stillpulsing flesh, and she moaned uncontrollably as her body clenched with an overpowering need for him again. He stroked slowly, wringing a soft gasp from her, his masterful touch showing her how good he was at not only breaching doors, but her as well, a fast learner when it came to her body’s responses and needs.
He hardened inside her again, her body clutching his shaft, and she craved whatever pleasure this man was willing to give her.
He began to move, rolling his hips hard against hers, then plunging deeply. Again and again. Long, fierce, agonizing strokes designed to make the pleasure last. He was just on the verge of rough, and she loved that about him. He knew how to take a woman and instinctively knew what she needed before she even knew herself.
She didn’t want this to end. For the first time in her life, she wanted to connect before the sensations took over.
She pushed at his chest, and he immediately stopped moving. His eyes connected with hers. “Are you okay?”
“With you deep inside me, I’d say I’m more than okay.”
“Then? Why am I stopping?”
“Tell me something,” she murmured.
“Yeah?” His voice was that gravel-edged whisper, lips near her hair.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Breach.”
He blinked several times as if he was trying to keep up with her when his brain was completely on making love to her. He took it damned seriously, andGotthelp her, he was so damn good at it. The way he found her G-spot and used his cock to not only stimulate it but supercharge it. She had no idea how he didit, but her whole lower body and the tips of her aching breasts were still throbbing.
“You want to talk? Now? About breaching?” His brow furrowed. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“Oh,Gott, you’re so freaking adorable.” She cupped his face, smoothing out thatslight frown with her fingers, slipping her hand down, running her palm over his erect nipple. He groaned softly, his hips moving.
“Okay, give me a second to gather what little brain cells I have right now and give you an answer worthy of the question. But I have to say, this takes dirty talk to a different level.”
She laughed softly. “Boomer…” her breath caught, emotion overflowing her boundaries that were now gone, blown away by his hurricane force personality, his powerful vulnerability, the exquisite and complete way he gave of himself, and not only that, but never once controlled her.
He’d stood up to her parents without flinching, knowing that making a good first impression with her family was important to her. He had the courage to champion a little boy he’d just met, and the way he bonded with him…her heart might not recover.
“Do you want me to stay where I am?”
“Are you dying for me?”
His face contorted, and he made the most intense male sound deep in his chest. “Fuck yeah, and if you want me to stop and do the laundry. I’m there. Just make sure I get to come back here and fuck you all over again.”
She laughed so hard. “No. No laundry, although I wouldn’t mind watching you fold my unmentionables with those big, strong hands.”
“This is sexual torture. Right? You’re torturing me.”
“Only a little.”
He chuckled. “I’m going cross-eyed here, so let me answer the damn question.”
“Oh,meincranky streusel.”
