Page 94 of Boomer
Only then did he slow, his mouth softer now, a final kiss against her inner thigh, like sealing a promise into her skin.
When she finally opened her eyes, he was looking up at her.
Hair wet. Eyes fierce. That sexy, magnificent mouth curving. He surged up, rising from between her thighs with that wrecked,hungry look still darkening his eyes. He kissed her as she moaned into that devastating mouth. He pressed her against the wall, slick skin against slick tile, his body crowding into hers, frantic for her.
His cock pressed against her belly, thick and hot andready, the memory of his mouth still pulsing between her legs. He growled,actually growled,and grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up like she weighed nothing. The sharp smack of skin against tile echoed in the steam. She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his back. One brutal thrust, all primal male with his inner beast unleashed. Just full, hard,deep,a breacher’s entry, all power and need and raw, desperate urgency.
She cried out, the sound swallowed by steam and water and the guttural grunt he gave as he buried himself inside her in a single, punishing stroke. Her body took him, welcomed him, clenched around him like she’d been waiting her whole life for this exact kind of madness.
He fucked her without finesse like a brute force breaching that had to be fast and explosive so that he could get inside as fast as possible.
Each thrust was a shockwave. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her down onto him with every brutal drive of his hips. His mouth found hers again, biting, sucking, devouring, his breath hot and ragged as he slammed into her over and over, the wet slap of bodies echoing off stone.
“God, Taylor,” he panted. “You feel so tight, wet. I need you…need you.”
“Faster, harder,” she gasped. “All of you. I want it all.”
That undid him.
His rhythm went ballistic, ruthless now, like something inside him had snapped. Like she’d cracked open something deep and savage and beautiful in him, and he couldn’t put it back.
Her orgasm hit fast, wild and ripping, her nails digging into his back as she clenched around him, crying out his name as her whole body shook. He wasn’t far behind. Two more thrusts and he let out a hoarse cry, loud and broken, slamming into her one final time as he spilled inside her, body jerking against hers with every wave.
They collapsed against the wall together, panting, shaking, water still pounding down around them as if the world hadn’t just shattered.
Boomer rested his forehead against hers, still inside her, still breathing like he’d just run through fire to get to her.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
“You always like this?” she murmured, fingers brushing through his soaked hair. “Or is this just for me?”
Boomer looked up at her. “I’ve never done this before,” he said simply. His eyes slid down their joined bodies. “Did I—I lost control. Did I hurt you?”
That undid her more than anything else. She sputtered, part laugh, part unraveled. “So good. You hurt me so very good.”
He stared at her, and for one electric moment, their eyes held.
She went dizzy inside that pulsating green, as if her soul had meshed with his, no barriers, no breath between them. It felt like some lost, incomplete part of her had just crossed space and time to find the hollow inside him and fill it like it had always belonged.
The connection hit like lightning, overpowering, undeniable,real.
In that staggering rush of knowing, she realized the truth.
She couldn’t live without him.
Boomer’s voice came low, ragged, like it was torn straight from his chest.
“You were made for me.” His eyes went glassy, heat flooding them with an intensity that made her chest go still. “I don’t think I can breathe without you anymore.” His pupils were blown wide, voice frayed and thick. “There are things inside me…I can’t—” He shook his head, jaw clenched like he was fighting back something too big to name. “I don’t know how to let it go. Just…hold on to me. Until I get there. Until I can work the problem.”
She didn’t even realize she was crying until the tears slipped down her cheeks, quiet and unstoppable. “Just try to get me to let go,” she whispered. “You came into my life and gave me the key to unlock all my doors.” She stepped in closer, pressed her palm to his chest, right over his heart. “So I’m not giving it back.Ever.”
His face contorted, something breaking open behind his eyes and then he buried his face in her shoulder, arms locking around her like he couldn’t bear the space between heartbeats.
“The key was always yours,” he whispered, voice cracked and fierce. “I just gave it back to you.”
The water pounded around them, the fog closed in, and everything outside the shower, outside this, faded into something that didn’t matter.
Taylor wrapped her arms around his neck, her body slick against his, water cascading over them in rivulets.
