Page 23 of Love vs The Ooze Monster!
“Good. Gary, Bobby, and Mike will search down here. You, me, Gus and Petey will go upstairs. Look for anything that might be poisonous.”
That jarred Mabel from her pleasant haze of desire.
They planned to search the funeral home? Oh God… that meant they were going to hang around for a while. That meant Mabel and Boyd were going to have to stay hidden. Andthatmeant Mabel was stuck in a coffin, and the small space was already crushing her, and there was no way she could…
“I got you, doll.” Boyd repeated. His voice was barely a sound in her ear, picking up on her escalating anxiety. “Just focus on something else.”
“Like what?” She hissed back.
Two seconds later, she felt his hand slip beneath the hem of her skirt and brush against the inside of her thigh.
“How about this?” He whispered.
And suddenly, Mabel couldn’t think of anything but Boyd.
Chapter Six
Necker: (1920s slang) Someone who becomes so caught up in a passionate moment that they wrap their arms around their partner’s neck and just hang on for the ride
Mabel had never been a necker. Not once in her whole life.
Now, her arms somehow wrapped around Boyd’s neck, like it was right that he should comfort her when she was scared. Like it was normal for him to touch her body any way he wished. Like this was how it wassupposedto be.
He made a rumble of approval. “There we go.” His hand traced higher, past her stocking, pulling free the snaps of her envelope chemise. “Just focus on me.”
To her own eyes, Mabel had always looked a bit scrawny. She’d just been born that way. There had been moments when she’d despaired of her thinness, but this was not one of them. Current fashion favored curve-less girls, so she didn’t need to wear a lot under her clothes to create the requisite flattened shape. Very little fabric got in Boyd’s way.
Thank God.
He found the slick heat of her core and she had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from crying out in bliss. She shifted her legs to give him better access, wanting to feel his touch everywhere.
Boyd drew in a ragged breath.
Out in the funeral parlor, Sylvester’s men were searching for whatever chemicals Norris had used to poison the moonshine. Mabel could hear them blundering around, but it was difficult to pay much attention. Her full concentration was on Boyd’s hand between her thighs. His thumb parted her damp flesh, stroking some perfect spot and a tiny whimper escaped her.
Boyd’s mouth instantly covered hers, muffling any sounds. His lips parted, demanding hers do the same, and Mabel was done for. He tasted amazing and he felt amazing and hewasamazing. She’d imagined kissing him for so long and it was just as amazing as she’d known it would be.
God, maybe Lew had been right about him, after all.
Her arms tightened around Boyd’s neck, wanting him closer, which was frankly impossible. He was plastered to every inch of her body, his fingers were finding magical places that no one had ever touched, and his tongue was massaging hers, like he wanted to eat her alive. Her whole existence was just Boyd.
“You run so hot, Mabe.” He breathed reverently. “You ever come before?”
She shook her head.
“This is not how I planned to do this, for your first time. You want me to stop?”
She shook her head, again, more emphatically.
“That’s my girl.” He smiled against her mouth and his big, workman’s finger pressed inside of her. Relentlessly. No hesitation, just claiming what was his.
Mabel’s hips tried to arch, but there was no room. She was pinned down and helpless against the sensual invasion. Her lips parted in awe. Boyd’s mouth covered hers, again. His right hand filled her. His left was caressing her breast. She was totally surrounded by him.
In the small, dark space, she couldn’t see. She could only feel. She kissed him passionately, drinking him in. Drowning in the whole experience. Inside of her something was twisting tighter and tighter, making her all tingly and warm. She whimpered in growing need, the sound swallowed by his lips.
Her body grew even wetter. Boyd seemed to like that response. He dragged himself away from the kiss and sealed his left palm over her mouth. His right hand moved faster, a second finger joining the first. Mabel was past all thought, now. All she could do was feel.
“Rico was right. I’ll kill anyone else who touches you.” He whispered into her ear. “I can’t even breathe when you’re not with me. All of you is mine and all of me is yours. We’reit.”
