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Dipping his head down, he sucked on one nipple and toyed with the other. She was getting close, and he fought to hold his own release back until she came again. Shifting to his knees, he grabbed her hip with one hand and pinched her clit with the other. He clutched her hips hard as she began to fly off the cliff, probably leaving fingerprints, but he’d worry about that later. All that mattered now was his need to come, to be one with her. His balls drew up tight, and after three or four more thrusts, he followed her into the deep chasm, grunting as he came inside her. Black spots appeared before his eyes, and he knew right then he’d found his forever home.
Collapsing, he used his arms to keep most of his weight off her. His lungs heaving, he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Are you okay, Kitten?”
“Better than okay.”
He chuckled at her mumbled response. Groaning, he reached down to secure the condom and pulled out of her. He kissed her nose. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Boomer hurried into the bathroom as fast as his shaking legs could carry him. He disposed of the condom and grabbed two washcloths, wetting them both. Walking back to the bed, he swiped one over his deflated cock and balls, then dropped it on the floor atop his torn shirt. When he placed the other warm cloth between her legs, Kat’s eyes flew open, and her thighs clenched together. Well, as much as they could with his hand and arm sandwiched between them.
“W-what are you doing?” Her startled words came out as a squeak.
“Taking care of you. Now, open up so I can clean you.”
“I can do it.”
He grabbed the hand she was reaching down with and pinned it to the bed. Growling softly, he said, “It’s my job to take care of you, baby. This is one of those things a Dom does, and it pleases me. Now, open your legs for me.”
* * *
Shyly, Kat eased her legs wider and closed her eyes as Benny washed away the evidence of their lovemaking. None of the orgasms she’d ever given herself had been so intense, and she savored the last sensations coursing through her body. Part of her was embarrassed by what he was doing, but the other part felt . . . adored and . . . loved? He’d said earlier he’d loved her . . . past tense. But how did he feel about her now? She opened her eyes until she could just see through the slits and watched him as he bathed her. When he was done, he dipped his head down and kissed her hip, making her smile.
He saw her amusement and shrugged. “Couldn’t resist.”
Standing, he tugged the covers from underneath her and placed them on top of her. He then shut off the light and climbed in behind her. Spooning her, his arms held her tight. “Sleep, Kitten.”
And she did.
Chapter Twelve
Sitting across from Kat in the little coffee shop, Boomer was happy to see her digging into her breakfast. After their morning round of love-making, she’d told him that she was starving from burning off all those calories. If that was all it took to get her to eat and put some meat back on her thin bones, then who was he to complain?
He popped the last piece of his toast in his mouth, chewed, and washed it down with a sip of strong coffee. “You ready to see your aunt again?”
She swallowed a mouthful of French toast and syrup. “Yes, but I’m not as nervous as I was last night. I’m excited now. I only hope she doesn’t faint.”
Her eyes glistened, and he knew she was teasing him. Shit, he was never going to live that down. “Keep it up, Kitten, and next time I get you naked, I’ll give you so many orgasms, you’ll be the one fainting.”
He chuckled at her blush. Damn, she was adorable. He eyed her plate and saw she was almost done, so he signaled the waitress for their check. Glancing up at the wall clock by the exit, he noted it was just after 11:30. They’d slept in since Harry had said Kat’s aunt would be home around noon.
Boomer had checked in with Ian before breakfast and learned Jake was back at the compound, irritable but resting. The Trident women—Kristen, Angie, and Jenn—were fussing over him and driving him bat-shit crazy. CC was flying Marco and Devon to an airport about thirty minutes from Murfreesboro, and they would rendezvous with them around thirteen-hundred hours. Hopefully, by then, they would know where they were headed next.
Tossing enough money on the table to cover the check and tip, he stood and helped her out of the booth. He didn’t let go of her hand but instead linked their fingers together, smiling to himself at how right it felt. While lying in bed watching her sleep that morning, he realized he was in love with her. Some might call him insane since she’d only walked back into his life less than three days ago, but the truth was, he’d never stopped loving her. And now they had a chance at the future they’d been denied so long ago.
He held the car door open for her, scanning the little town for any threats, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Yeah, a few people were eyeing them, but this was a town where everyone knew everyone, and the two of them were strangers. He smiled and said hello to an older couple on his way to the driver’s side, then climbed in and started the engine. There wasn’t much else to do but hope Irina and her friends had made it back early, so he did a U-turn and steered the car toward her house.
Glancing at Kat, he noticed she was getting nervous again and squeezed her hand. “Everything will be fine, Kitten.”
“Oh, I know everything will be okay with my aunt, but I’m scared she won’t know anything to help us find out why those men are after me.”
“If she doesn’t, we’ll find another way to figure it out. Brody is still hitting the computer, trying to find what we’re missing. Maybe we'll have more info by the time Marco and Dev get here.”
Pulling into the driveway, they saw a tan Toyota Camry, and Boomer sighed in relief. Despite what she’d said at breakfast, he knew Kat was stressing over the first few minutes of this upcoming reunion, and he was grateful she didn’t have to wait any longer. Parking behind the other vehicle, he climbed out and walked around to her door. As he helped her out, the front door to the house opened, and Boomer wasn’t too surprised to see Harry walk out.
The older man met them halfway. “I kept my word and haven’t said anything to her, but I thought it’d be best for me to be here. Not every day a woman’s niece returns from the dead.”
His words startled them, but Boomer was the first to recover. “How’d you know?”
