Page 34 of Being Bold (Tactical Operations & Protection (TOP) Security #1)

“No.” To prove her point, she lifted a hand to the bulge in his boxer briefs, stroking him through the material.

Pupils blown, he cursed under his breath, “Fuck.”

Dipping her fingers under the waistband, she reveled at the quiver in his muscles.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she pulled the material down, freeing his length.

He was hot, hard, and ready. Sliding a hand up his thigh, she braced herself and leaned forward to lick the moisture at the tip of his erection.

The sound he made was so guttural it shook his whole body. Before she knew what was happening, he swooped her up, hiking her legs around his waist as his mouth descended on hers.

His onslaught took her off guard. Recovering, Selene wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as his tongue pierced, pleasured, and possessed her.

He tasted dark and salty with that hint of citrus that made her think of orange groves.

All she could do was cling to him as sensations pummeled her.

She was a piece of driftwood tossed in a storm.

His hands brushed the sides of her breasts, lowered to squeeze her hips, then her bottom. His feet moved them, but she barely registered it until her back hit something cold and solid, making her hiss out a breath as it came in contact with her overheated skin.

When Bo lifted his head, their breaths mingled in heavy pants. “Shower,” burst from his lips.

Selene blinked, turning her head slightly to find it was what she’d been pressed against. “Inside,” she panted.

Their mouths reconnected. If she’d been hungry before, now she felt starved. The seconds apart had felt like hours, and she needed . . . just more . More of what he did to her, what he made her feel. It was blissful agony.

Somehow, Bo found the door and opened it. He pressed her back against the inside wall, still kissing her while he felt around for the taps. By some miracle, warm water poured down on them from the rainfall shower head.

His mouth finally released her to trail kisses down her neck.

When he started to suck at the base of her throat, she moaned, letting her head loll to the side.

The spot was sensitive, and the mix of his tongue, teeth, and beard sent bolts of electricity spiking through her, shooting straight for her core. “God, Bo!”

That felt way too good.

He shook his head as if to clear the fog of desire they were caught in. “Selene, I don’t think I can wait.”

Confusion passed over her like a cloud. Her mind was too lost in pleasure to understand what he meant. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes closed, his breath shuddering as he lowered his forehead to hers. About to ask him what was wrong, words dried up as the hand not holding her in place slid between her legs. She arched against his touch and the lick of pleasure it brought her.

“You’re so wet,” he moaned. Leaning back, he lifted his finger to his mouth and licked her taste from his skin.

Her eyes widened. It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

She would’ve melted into the tile flooring if she’d been standing.

Gripping the hair at the base of his skull, she pulled his mouth back to hers.

This time, she was the one devouring him.

With her legs locked around his waist, she rocked her hips, desperate for friction to ease the throbbing between her thighs.

Bo understood what she needed because she felt him at her entrance.

Anticipation shallowed her breathing, but he didn’t push inside.

She made a sound of protest in her throat and tried to lower onto his shaft.

She’d almost succeeded when his hands gripped her hips, stopping her slide. At the last minute, her eyes flew open.

“Wait,” he pleaded on a choked breath. “Condom,” he croaked.

Selene thought about the box she’d taken from the cabin. But she had a birth control implant and no desire to stop long enough to retrieve them. “You can come inside me.”

Another guttural sound ripped from his chest. “I’m clean, but are you sure?”

She nodded. “I want you to, Bo.”

“Damn, ocean-eyes.” His lids lowered briefly. “You make me weak.”

Not sure what he meant, she was going to ask, but any coherent thoughts fled when he entered her. Pleasure made her arch against him as he filled her. With her head thrown back, enjoying every tingle of her body while he stretched her, she gasped, “God, you feel amazing.”

His forehead met hers, his lips pressing hers firmly before he started moving his hips. “So. Do. You.” He punctuated each word with a thrust that had her chasing the release burning low in her belly.

She leaned her shoulders against the glass and rode each pump. He started slow, allowing her to watch what looked like wonder cross his features.

But it didn’t last long. Her inner walls pulsed with each slide in and out.

Bo’s gaze locked on hers, and something sharp pierced the brown like thunder shaking a tree. His jaw clenched and unclenched before he groaned. “This is going to be fast.”

He pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, making a wave of ecstasy wash over her. She closed her eyes as he murmured, “But I’ll make up for it the second time.”

What happened next was pure mating. The animal in him calling to the one in her.

Riding on instinct, her nails dug tracks across his back as he slammed into her over and over.

The shower partition shook with each meeting of their bodies while the water rained down, feeding the storm that raged between them.

Pleasure built like a roll of thunder each time he hit the perfect spot. Selene couldn’t catch her breath enough to speak, but she was so close to finding the bolt of lightning that flashed like her release.

As soon as the sky broke, that lightning speared toward the earth, and she bowed into a curve on a scream of intense gratification.

Convulsing with ripples of delight, she lost her grip on Bo as he plunged into her again.

He thrust one more time before he bellowed like the animals they’d become and emptied his release in her.

After the storm had cleared from her brain, she became aware of water dripping onto her face.

Opening her eyes, she saw Bo hunched over her, his head pressed into the wall, blocking the spray from the shower.

Droplets ran down his hair and onto her.

His eyes were shut, and his breaths came quick, puffing across her cheeks.

Their bodies were still joined, making her smile.

She pressed her mouth to his, and his eyes slowly opened. When she would’ve dropped her legs, so he didn’t have to hold her weight, he shook his head. “Don’t move yet.”

“Okay.” Happy and content to have him inside her as long as he wanted, she tightened her legs around his waist. Lifting her arms around his neck,she pulled herself up and kissed his lips again. “Thank you,” she murmured around a smile she couldn’t seem to stop her face from forming.

He barked out a laugh. “If anyone should be saying thank you, it’s me.”

When she chuckled at his response, the mirth on his face disappeared into a groan, and his eyes slid shut. “Don’t. Laugh. Too sensitive.”

Of course, his struggle made her want to do exactly that. She felt her muscles clench around him with each chuckle she couldn’t contain. “Sorry,” she squeaked.

With a low growl, he nipped the sensitive peak of one of her nipples and pulled out. She gasped then laughed, lowering her legs. When she stood, wetness trickled down the inside of her thigh.

Bo cupped her face, brushing off the hair that had fallen into her eyes with the spray of water. “Let me wash you.”

His soft demand made heat bloom in her chest. She could only nod in response. Every second she spent with this man only made her want him more. She was falling for him whether she wanted to or not.

How was she going to cope when he walked away from her?

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Bo

Bo’s nightmare of the suicide bombing four years ago played out in its usual fashion with one notable exception. When he spotted the Tango in Martyr’s Square, it wasn’t the Afghan woman he faced across the roadway. No, this bomber had Selene’s face.

Tears trailed down her cheeks as she begged, “Help me!”

The noise of the busy square faded until the single sound he heard was a ringing in his ears. Desperate to change the outcome of the dream, he charged forward only to be thrown backwards as the bomb went off and Selene disappeared.

“Nooooooo!” Bo’s yell ripped his mind from sleep as he shot upright in the hotel bed.

His heart raced with adrenaline, sweat slicked his skin, and he couldn’t catch his breath. Pain mixed with panic. His leg was on fire, but that’s not what concerned him.

Where’s Selene?

His eyes blurred. He could see nothing in the blackness of their room.

“Bo!” Selene’s hands cupped his face.

He gripped her wrists and croaked, “Turn on the light.” He needed to see her. To verify she was unharmed and prove the nightmare wasn’t real.

Light from the bathroom flooded the room, washing over the bed. He’d scooted to the edge, and when she turned on the lamp beside it, she knelt in front of him. “Are you okay?”

He couldn’t speak. He raked his gaze over her body. She was still naked. They’d ordered room service, then fallen asleep after he’d taken his time making love to her in the bed.

He’d never done that before—made love. But it was exactly what they did.

It was so much more than fucking, than chasing mutual release.

Not that he didn’t enjoy the hell out of making her come, but his getting off was secondary.

She stirred something in him that made him want to give her everything she needed and more.

How the fuck was he supposed to let her walk into danger and even worse, walk away?

As if the emotional pain connected to the physical torture from his nightmare, the burning moved into his gut and then his chest.

Unhurt.