Page 106 of Bosse
Or what she hoped would happen.
Lowering his big body onto the bed, he pulled her to him and rubbed her arm back and forth.
That was nice, but not enough. She put a hand over his chest and felt the strong thump of his heart begin to ramp up. Moving up and over, she lay on his chest and smiled down at the face she’d love to see every day of her life.
“What are you up to?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with humor. He ran his hands up her arms and massaged tight muscles in her shoulders.
“That feels good,” she murmured before kissing him and nipping his lip.
His hands stilled.
She rubbed her body over the front of his jeans, where he left no doubt what he wanted.
Bosse released a pained groan.
Her heart pounded, wanting to hear more from him. She wiggled her hips.
Arms and shoulder massage forgotten, he gripped her hair, careful not to hurt her, and used his other hand to unbutton her shirt in record time.
Pulling the rough cloth across her sensitive nipples made her bite down from the crazy mix of pain and pleasure. He grasped a breast, his fingers in a playful mood, trying to drive her crazy, and then he toyed with her nipple.
He might as well have reached deep into her womb and stroked her.
She clenched her legs and leaned into him like the wanton woman she’d become for one man.
This was what she’d been missing. To feel Bosse in real life. Energy rippled through her from his touch. Her breasts had never been more sensitive. She ran her hand over his hair, enjoying the feel of his thick hair and the smooth sides.
She leaned to the side to kiss his ear and then his neck. His heated skin smelled nice and manly. Not a guy dressed up in colognes and fine clothes.
Bosse epitomized masculinity.
Her sexy dreams had left her strung out from wanting him.
Touching him for real was a hundred times more intense.
He released her hair, moving that hand to hike up her skirt. His big hand rubbed her back and kept at it, going lower to pause and softly squeeze her bottom.
She had no complaints. He could do as he pleased.
He caught the top of her panties and pulled them down slowly, taking his time to shift them back and forth as he worked the material out of the way.
Breaths came faster as her heart raced to keep up.
That same excruciatingly slow-moving hand finally reached between her legs and drew a finger through her heat.
Her mind short-circuited. All she could manage to say was, “Yes, there. Oh, please, yes.”
He whispered, “This is beautiful. You are beautiful.” Kissing her lips, he touched her tongue with his, then pumped his tongue in and out in sync with his finger sliding over her folds.
She couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think, just feel every move his mouth and fingers made. Trembling racked her body. His hand changed breasts, and a new strobe of heat shot through her core again. She cried out this time.
He quickly rolled her onto her back, lowering his head to kiss her with a force she’d never felt before.
When his hand left her breast, she moaned in protest.
But not for long.
He hooked his fingers under her leg and lifted it up, giving more access to the finger that dove inside her, pulsing slowly.
