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Not that she knew any way of taking care of his wounds, but she certainly would try.
“No.”
That was a relief. Not because she would have had to take care of his wounds, but because he wasn’t bleeding. She didn’t want him to be hurt. Boone was a good man.
Releasing each button, she revealed his heavily inked chest.
“Did you get hurt?”
“No.”
This, again, was a relief.
She removed his shirt, then crouched down in front of him and suddenly realized she was undressing her husband. This should have taken place on their wedding night, yet it hadn’t. He wasn’t ready to fuck her and make her his wife.
It was strange, the kind of thoughts that entered her mind at moments like this. Sex, right now, didn’t matter. It was pointless. She pushed it out of her mind and instead focused on the man before her. From the blood, she knew it had gotten violent and messy.
Releasing the button and working down the zip of his pants, she eased them off his body. Boone didn’t fight her, and when it came to it, he simply stepped right out of them. She, unfortunately, was very aware of his boxer briefs. There was no bulge in them, but she saw the outline of his cock. Boone was not aroused.
She reached for the boxer’s waistband, expecting him to make her stop. Only, he didn’t. She was able to pull them down his body, revealing his cock, which was flaccid.
With the boxers being the last step, she tried not to think and instead turned on the shower. Boone didn’t take her help as he stepped into the shower, however, what surprised her was, he pulled her right inside with him.
Within seconds, he had her pressed up against the corner of the shower. “Tell me to stop,” he said. And then he kissed her.
It was a soft kiss, and the moment their lips touched, he pulled back. Lucia didn’t know what to say, but telling him to stop was the last thing on her mind. He kissed her again. This time, it was a little harder, and she couldn’t help but release a moan. It felt so good to have his lips on hers. He kissed her again, and Lucia wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pressing her body against his.
Was there some kind of law about kissing after a kill? Was there some kind of rule that said she shouldn’t be aroused by her husband after he killed someone? She didn’t know, and as his kissed deepened and his tongue stroked across her bottom lip, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel him, enjoy him.
Boone tugged at the shirt she wore, pulling it up and over her head. The sweatpants she changed into were gone within seconds. Boone removed her clothes so fast, and she was suddenly standing before him in nothing. The lingerie was gone. He literally tore that from her body, and it felt so good as he did.
Boone stepped away from her, but he kept hold of her hands, lifting them a little away from her body. She had the overwhelming sensation to try and hide her body, but Boone wouldn’t allow her to let go of his hands. He was the one in control, not her. And he suddenly pulled her close.
She felt his hard body against hers. The feel of his rock-hard chest against her naked breasts. The feel of his hands, one at the back of her neck, the other sliding down, going toward the curve of her ass. Lucia also felt something else—the hard length of his cock as he started to swell.
“Did you take care of it?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“The men that hurt her, they’re gone?”
“Yes.”
A second paused and she smiled. “Good.”
Boone pulled back and looked at her. “You’re not afraid?”
“Why would I be afraid?” Lucia asked. “You didn’t ask for this. They should have left your friends alone. If they had done that, they’d be alive. They made a choice.” He told her once that he always gave people choices.
He cupped her cheek, tilted her head back, and then kissed her again. “You’re going to have to tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want to.”
It felt so good to have him kissing her.
All too soon, Boone grabbed her hand but quickly spun her around so that her back was to him. He placed a hand on her stomach.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”