Page 113 of Boss of Me
He goes completely still, staring at me in riveted fascination. “You are so beautiful, Marlowe. So damn beautiful.”
His words and the look in his eyes make my heart beat triple time. Before I can respond, he dips his head and presses his lips to mine. A riot of sensations sparks through me, tingling across my skin and fluttering in my belly.
Closing my eyes, I wind my arms around his neck, my breasts nestling against his chest. He lets out a soft groan that makes me want to slide right into his lap.
As our kiss takes on a hungry edge, his palm caresses a path up my exposed thigh. Arousal throbs in my breasts and between my legs.
Without breaking the seal of our mouths, he eases me backward, lowering me to the floor between the bench seats. His tuxedo jacket serves as a blanket beneath me as his body covers mine, his hips gliding between my legs.
I let my head fall back, reveling in the heat and pressure of his kiss. His hand is hot on my skin, sliding up my outer thigh to stroke my hip. I moan and shiver against him, my dress rising higher as I curl my leg around his thigh, pulling him closer.
He lets out a rough groan and bites my bottom lip before sucking my tongue into his mouth. I sweep the inside, tasting him as he tastes me until we’re both breathing hard.
“God, baby.” He trails openmouthed kisses down my neck to my chest, dipping his tongue between the swell of my cleavage. The hot, wet rasp tightens my nipples and raises a flurry of goose bumps across my skin.
He pushes the top of my dress down and groans, eyes blazing as he looks up from my naked breasts. “No bra?”
“The dress wasn’t designed to be worn with a bra,” I say breathlessly.
“Thank Christ,” he growls. “Zuhair is a fucking genius.”
I don’t have a chance to respond before he lowers his mouth to my breasts, kissing and nuzzling them almost reverently. I gasp when his lips close over one peaked nipple, pulling on the sensitive flesh as my back bows.
He switches his attention to my other breast, cupping it in his hand and giving it the same teasing torment with his tongue and teeth.
“Gunner . . . oh God,” I whimper, plunging my fingers in his hair and tugging at the roots.
He kisses his way up my throat to take my mouth in another burning kiss. A breathy moan shudders out of me, my belly clenching on a surge of aching need.
Sliding my arms around his neck, I sink deeper into him, in the slow thrust of his tongue and the sensual roll of his hips. His cock is hard against me, so hard and thick I want to ride him right there in the boat.
Spreading my thighs, I run my hands down his back to squeeze his magnificent ass. He makes a rumbling noise in his throat and rears up over me, his eyes glowing like blue fire as he reaches under my dress to grip the band of my wispy panties. He slides them slowly down my legs, taking his time, and it’s the sexiest thing ever.
Almost as sexy as watching him unzip his tuxedo pants and curl his hand around his cock, his inky hair falling over his forehead. It’s all I can do not to whimper and rock against him, urging him on.
With a devilish glint in his eye, he torments me a little longer, the weeping head of his cock brushing my inner thighs and teasing my clit. When I’m a quivering mess of anticipation, I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels pressing hard against his ass.
His breath hisses out before his eyes lock with mine, all traces of mischief gone as he notches the head of his cock to my entrance and slides home.
I cry out and latch onto his shoulders, my nails digging into the steel muscles beneath his shirt. He circles his hips against me, sliding almost all the way out and then driving himself back in.
I moan brokenly, almost in tears from the pleasure. He takes my hands and entwines our fingers, pinning them down on either side of my head.
Staring up into his face, I sigh his name and he croons mine, his hips rocking in time with the swaying boat. We feel so good together, connected on a level that goes beyond physical to something I can feel deep in my soul.
Gunner must be feeling the same inexorable pull, the same thrill of connection that binds us. I see it in his glittering eyes, feel it in the way he brushes his lips over mine and utters softly, “You’re my angel. My sun and moon. Every beautiful thing I’ve ever wanted.”
My breath catches at his words. “I need you so much,” I whisper.
“I need you too, sweetheart,” he whispers back. “More than you’ll ever know.”
As his thrusts intensify, I lock my thighs around his pumping flanks, savoring the slick hardness of his cock stroking deep inside me.
“Gunner,” I moan against his mouth, lost in a haze of sensual euphoria.
He lowers his forehead to mine, staring directly into my eyes as he thrusts once more and holds himself there, embedded as deep as he can. I come apart crying his name, my heart soaring out of my chest.
Seconds later, I feel his cock jerk and then a heated rush of semen fills me as powerful tremors shake his body. As we ride out our climaxes together, his eyes stay fixed on mine, avidly drinking in my pleasure.
