Page 42 of Boomer (SEAL Team Tier 1, #7)

He grasped her waist, his voice coming out tense and gruff.

“Wrap your legs around me, darlin’…and hold on.

” She obeyed instantly, arms sliding around his shoulders, thighs clamping tight to his hips, ankles crossed at the base of his lower back.

Her mouth went straight to the hollow of his throat, warm lips pressing to his skin, her tongue wet and tantalizing as she licked and sucked him there. That spot was hers now. She marked it.

He groaned low, staggered with her against his chest, heat blooming under his skin like detonation.

When he reached the bed, he braced one knee on the mattress, holding her easily, the curves of her ass cupped in his palms. She shifted in his arms, kissed the slope of his shoulder again, soft, open-mouthed.

Her breath was warm, her lips gentle, like she was offering up thanks for every inch of him.

When he laid her down, spread out, beautiful, unguarded, she didn’t stop.

Her hands roamed him. Bold. Certain. Asserting .

She mapped his body like she’d waited a lifetime to know it, palms gliding over the sweep of his shoulders, down the flex of his lats, across the carved ridges of his back. Then she gripped his ass, full-handed, firm, like she wasn’t just appreciating the strength, but owning it.

A soft groan escaped her, low and hungry.

Her breath ghosted over his skin, and Boomer closed his eyes, nerves flaring like stripped wire. His breath hitched. His control wavered.

Then she kissed his shoulder again. Slower. Her mouth was soft, but her hands were relentless, awed, starved, adoring.

She touched him like she couldn’t decide whether to worship or devour.

He wanted both.

Her hands weren’t charting muscle anymore. They were memorizing . One slid up the back of his neck, fingers thrusting into his damp hair, the other possessively cradling just beneath his skull.

He went still. Not because he didn’t want more but because that touch, right there, short-circuited every shred of restraint he had left.

That move was instinct. Vulnerable. His on switch, and she’d found it like she was born knowing where to touch.

Shivers raced down his spine. His cock throbbed in sync with her fingers, just slow enough to feel like he was cherished, just firm enough to feel like a vow.

“Taylor,” he rasped, breathless, undone.

She kissed the edge of his jaw. “I’ve got you,” she whispered, and he believed her.

“I can’t wait to kiss you here,” she murmured, running her nails over the nape of his neck with slow intent.

“To press my lips right here and send everything I feel for you into your skin. Like a live current. Something wild. Inescapable. So, it runs through you into your blood, your bones until you feel what I feel.”

Her fingers curled slightly, nails scoring just enough to make him shudder.

“I’m waiting for your body to join with mine,” she whispered. “To take everything you’ve been promising since the second I kissed you in that hallway.”

Then she smiled. Slow. Sinful. Unapologetic .

“Such a devastating, sexy bastard…”

He was craving her, and fuck, he didn’t think that would ever end. Not just skin to skin. Not just wet and wanting. But soul-deep. Inside and underneath. The kind of craving that made a man rebuild his life around it.

Slowly, he reached for her hand. Guided it to his cock, thick and aching, already slick at the tip.

“I love the way you touch me, darlin’.”

“I can’t seem to keep my hands off you,” she whispered, voice low, shaking with restraint. “When I can’t touch you, I think about it. It’s maddening. For once in my life, my job is just…getting in the way.”

Her fingers curled, slid lower. “I love your body. All that dense muscle. The way you’re built, Gott , it’s devastating .”

She released him only to run her hand up, trailing her nails across the grooves of his abs, scraping gently along the defined V of his hip, his iliac furrows , until she circled back down, over the sensitive skin beneath his cock, making him shudder.

When she gripped him again, he thrust into her palm, unthinking, helpless.

The friction of her slick heat so close made him groan, low, guttural, from the center of his chest.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Taylor.” His voice cracked on her name. “In hunger. In hope. Trying to find my way to this. To you . To this moment where we could finally make it.”

Taylor’s gaze snapped to his, pupils blown wide, her lips parted like she’d forgotten how to breathe. She tightened her grip, slow, deliberate, her stroke both gentle and ravaging . Possessive.

He hissed through his teeth as her thumb dragged across the head of his cock, slow enough to kill him.

“ Gott , your face when I touch you,” she whispered, voice gone breathless. “It shows me how much you want me.” Her tone deepened. “It wrecks me. Makes me burn so bad I forget how to stand still.”

He was panting now. Hard, sharp breaths like he couldn’t get enough air inside him, like the heat of her touch was drowning him from the inside out.

“I found all the places on the outside of you, now I want to know the inside fully, intimately. I want to give you pleasure that you’ve never had before.

I know how, and I need to take the edge off because I’m just getting started. ” But he wasn’t ready to come just yet.

She opened for him, wider, her hips shifting in a way that shattered every last thread of his control.

“That sounds…glorious,” she whispered. “The way you hold off for me…it just melts my bones.”

Her other hand came up, cupping his jaw, brushing her palm over his stubble with unbearable tenderness. She held his gaze, unwavering. Direct, giving him access to the depth of her and her need burned pure and bright and anchored.

It hit him like a fucking tidal wave. She wanted him . Not just his body. Him . He wanted to give her everything. But just a tantalizing taste for starters. He hadn’t known he could feel this much. Want this much. Be wanted this much.

He clenched his jaw, closed his eyes, fighting it back. That edge. That brink. That unbearable sweetness.

“Sugar,” he groaned. “Take me where you want me to go. I’m helpless, helpless .” His voice dropped on the second word, and she closed her eyes.

She stroked him again, slow, tender, devastating. Her thumb circled the head, drawing another shudder from his chest, and when she leaned up to whisper in his ear, her voice was soft enough to ruin him.

“Then come for me later,” she breathed, lips brushing his jaw. “But right now… give me all of you. Deep. Slow. Take my body, Carter. You already have my soul.”

He didn’t stand a chance.

A strangled sound tore from his throat as he gripped her thigh, anchoring himself to the only thing that made sense anymore. Her.

She guided him toward her, lining him up, the thick head of his cock gliding through the slick heat between her thighs, dragging across her clit once, twice until she gasped, arched, begged with her hips.

“Please,” she whispered, wrecked. “I want to feel you break inside me.”

He looked down at her, eyes blown wide, lips parted, hair a halo of fire against the pillow, and everything in him cracked.

She held the most masculine part of his body in her grip. She lifted her hips with a soft groan, taking just his head, and with a slow, shaking breath, he pushed in.

Taylor gasped, a raw, startled sound, her hips thrusting, her head pressing hard against the mattress, exposing her throat.

Sweet God ? —

The heat. The tight, wet clutch of her body as she took him, inch by aching inch. She was perfect. So goddamned perfect. When he pulled out and thrust in again, she groaned, her breathing ragged, her response making him crazy.

His breath caught. His heart stuttered.

This wasn’t sex.

This was surrender.

He sank deeper, her body pulling him in, taking him like she’d been built for him, like he was meant to fill her.

He bottomed out with a guttural moan, his mouth hungry as he took her nipple and sucked, deep, wet, his. Thrusting slowly, then with more torque, with more heat.

With a ravaging cry, her hands curled into his hair, holding him there, returning each shove with her own.

He kept at it, groaning around her, needing her in his mouth, needing her sounds, her breath, the very life of her, breath shaking, heart pounding like it was trying to burn its way out of his chest.

“Taylor,” he choked, voice rough with awe. “You feel like… everything. ”

She cradled his jaw again, eyes locked on his. “That’s because you are .”

He sucked in a heated breath around her words and that enticing, delicious peak, and for a moment, he thought he was going to lose the battle in this pleasure-soaked war, but he dug deep, shifted his attention to how to wire a breaching charge, took his mind away from his dick.

His mouth found hers again, not hungry this time but avid. Slow. Like he needed to relearn every shape of her lips, memorize every flick of her tongue.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into the backs of his thighs. He groaned against her mouth.

His hips drove into her with controlled force, each thrust deep and deliberate, like he needed to feel all of her— every inch, every shiver, every squeeze around him .

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, voice shredded.

The heat of her enveloped him, tight and slick, dragged a groan from deep in his chest. Pleasure slammed through him, thick and pulsing, so good it bordered on unbearable.

He buried himself again, harder this time, chasing that edge.

Not just for release but because being inside her like this felt like coming home to something he didn’t know he’d lost.

She touched his face, thumb brushing the line of his jaw. “You’re so hard, so beautiful . ”

He kissed her again, deeper, slower, and his hand slid down, across her breast, over the soft slope of her stomach, until he found the wet heat between her thighs.