Page 48 of Boomer (SEAL Team Tier 1, #7)

Taylor’s heart fluttered, that soft thrill of heat and something deeper cutting through her like breath after surfacing. She let her fingers trace the line of his ribs, the sharp dip of his waist.

“I like every freaking thing about you, Carter.”

His breath caught. Just enough for her to feel it where her hands rested against his chest.

He stared at her, eyes searching, vulnerable in the way that only a man who had never been told he was enough could be. “Tell me again,” he rasped. “What you said last night.”

“Hmm,” she teased, feigning a thoughtful frown. “What could that be? I needed to clean my… Glock?”

His groan was part laugh, part growl, and all man. He gripped her hip and dug his fingers into her side in retaliation, making her squeal and twist against him.

“Now you’re just fucking with me.”

She giggled, breathless. But when she looked up again, her smile faded into something quieter. “You want the real answer?”

He nodded, slow. The steam curled between them like breath made visible.

“I said I wanted you. All of you.” She ran her hands over all the hard, velvet, wet skin of his chest. I’m not afraid anymore.”

His hands slid down to her waist. He didn’t kiss her right away. He just looked at her, so still, so struck, like he couldn’t quite believe he’d ended up in this moment. With her. Bare and open. Willing. His.

His throat worked, and his breath slipped out on a shuddering plea. “Please, darlin’…say it.”

The words were so weighted, so real, they ached coming out. But she meant them with everything she had, every beat of her heart, every breath in her lungs, every quiet war she’d fought to reach this point. It was surrender to everything that finally mattered.

“I love you,” she whispered, voice raw. She curled her hand around his cock, sliding up to send her thumb over his silky head.

Boomer exhaled like it shattered something inside him. “Fuck…” he whispered, the word dragging out on a breath like velvet and gravel, his eyes closing as her touch and those three words gave her what she wanted, this reaction that was as raw as what she felt for him.

He kissed like Georgia heat, slow and thick and full of promise and she let it burn, because this time, she understood the fire.

Irresistible and so sexy, her hands roamed, sliding up his back, over his arms, fingers memorizing the breadth of him, the strength. His grip was firm on her hips but not demanding. Just grounding. Like he needed her right here, against him, under the water, skin to skin, breath to breath.

He lathered his hands with soap and began to smooth it over her skin, shoulders first, then down her arms in long, slow strokes that made her eyelids flutter.

Taylor tilted her head back, letting the water rain over her as his hands slid across her back, dipping into the small of it before gliding around to her ribs.

When he cupped her breasts, she stilled from the aching rightness of it.

His palms were broad and warm, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow, teasing circles until they tightened into peaks.

She gasped, hips shifting toward him instinctively.

His touch changed, just slightly, thumbs tugging now, roughly, sending heat spiraling low in her belly. Her hand went back to his straining erection, begging for her to touch him. She marveled at the size of him, how he fit to her so exquisitely, dangerously male.

Her legs parted without thought when his hands moved lower, sliding over her hips, then between her thighs. He sank to his knees, forcing her to reluctantly release him. She made a soft protest in her throat. The gentle way he touched her nearly undid her more than the touch itself.

His fingers stroked her inner thighs, soapy and slow, until he found her center, slick, swollen, aching. One ruthless pass of his thumb over her clit, and her whole body went still, breath locking in her chest.

“Carter…” she whispered, voice barely audible over the water.

His fingers went wild, stroking her ruthlessly. “You feel like fucking silk,” he murmured, voice rough with wonder.

The words made her moan, quiet and wrecked, her head falling forward to rest against his.

Her knees nearly gave when he kissed the inside of her thigh, just above his own hand, his breath warm against her skin. She held on to his shoulders, heart pounding, body already slicker than the water sliding down her spine.

Boomer’s hands gripped the backs of her thighs and tugged, firm, commanding, no hesitation. Her breath caught as she stumbled slightly, and he caught her, guiding her to sit on the slick stone ledge just behind her.

The moment her back hit the tile, he knelt fully, spreading her legs with a grip that brooked no argument. His eyes rose to hers. dark, hungry, and filled with the kind of promise that made her whole body clench in anticipation.

“You wanna know what I heard when you said you love me?” he asked, voice low, thick. His fingers slid along her inner thighs again, and then up, one hand parting her, exposing her slick folds to the steam and his stare. “I heard mine . This, you, every part of you, goddamn mine.”

Then he leaned in and licked her. Long and slow, from the base of her to the top of her clit, with the kind of precision that made her spine arc off the wall. She gasped, hand flying to the back of his head, her hips moving uncontrollably, him her only anchor and her wrecking ball.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it in tight, devastating strokes until she was shivering from the force of it, thighs quivering against his shoulders. He growled against her, a feral, vibrating sound that she felt as much as heard, and then he did it again, harder.

“ Gott …Carter…”

Her voice broke as one of his fingers slid inside her, thick and sure, curling just right, just enough, as he licked and sucked like a man devouring what belonged to him.

Her head slammed back against the tile, the heat of the water forgotten, replaced by the heat building low and fast and impossible to outrun.

Her hips undulated with the sheer pleasure of that clever, aggressive mouth and tongue that didn’t give her room to breathe or think or guard herself. He just kept taking , lips sealing around her clit, finger pumping in time with every shudder that tore through her.

Her cry echoed against the stone, and she swore her soul left her body for one long, shattering moment on waves of jolting ecstasy. Her thighs locked around his shoulders, her whole body arching into his mouth as she came undone completely.

Then he did that thing that seemed to be second nature…

he waited . Mouth still pressed to her, breath warm, his tongue barely moving, until her convulsions slowed.

Then he stroked again, and broke her all over.

He held her through it. Never letting up.

Licking her through every twitch, every aftershock, until she whimpered his name, breathless and shaking.

Only then did he slow, his mouth softer now, a final kiss against her inner thigh, like sealing a promise into her skin.

When she finally opened her eyes, he was looking up at her.

Hair wet. Eyes fierce. That sexy, magnificent mouth curving.

He surged up, rising from between her thighs with that wrecked, hungry look still darkening his eyes.

He kissed her as she moaned into that devastating mouth.

He pressed her against the wall, slick skin against slick tile, his body crowding into hers, frantic for her.

His cock pressed against her belly, thick and hot and ready , the memory of his mouth still pulsing between her legs.

He growled, actually growled, and grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up like she weighed nothing.

The sharp smack of skin against tile echoed in the steam.

She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his back.

One brutal thrust, all primal male with his inner beast unleashed.

Just full, hard, deep, a breacher’s entry, all power and need and raw, desperate urgency.

She cried out, the sound swallowed by steam and water and the guttural grunt he gave as he buried himself inside her in a single, punishing stroke. Her body took him, welcomed him, clenched around him like she’d been waiting her whole life for this exact kind of madness.

He fucked her without finesse like a brute force breaching that had to be fast and explosive so that he could get inside as fast as possible.

Each thrust was a shockwave. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her down onto him with every brutal drive of his hips. His mouth found hers again, biting, sucking, devouring, his breath hot and ragged as he slammed into her over and over, the wet slap of bodies echoing off stone.

“God, Taylor,” he panted. “You feel so tight, wet. I need you…need you.”

“Faster, harder,” she gasped. “All of you. I want it all.”

That undid him.

His rhythm went ballistic, ruthless now, like something inside him had snapped. Like she’d cracked open something deep and savage and beautiful in him, and he couldn’t put it back.

Her orgasm hit fast, wild and ripping, her nails digging into his back as she clenched around him, crying out his name as her whole body shook.

He wasn’t far behind. Two more thrusts and he let out a hoarse cry, loud and broken, slamming into her one final time as he spilled inside her, body jerking against hers with every wave.

They collapsed against the wall together, panting, shaking, water still pounding down around them as if the world hadn’t just shattered.

Boomer rested his forehead against hers, still inside her, still breathing like he’d just run through fire to get to her.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

“You always like this?” she murmured, fingers brushing through his soaked hair. “Or is this just for me?”