Page 82 of Boomer

Taylor stood in front of him, bare, a woman standing in the full glory of herself, every inch of her a declaration.

She was all lean strength and sculpted grace, curves carved by movement and muscle. Shoulders squared, spine straight,breasts high and full and so fucking real he couldn’t breathe around it. Her waist dipped into hips that could drop a man to his knees, and her legs, long, firm, toned, looked like they were made to wrap around him and never let go.

Her skin glowed, warm and flushed, brushed with heat in all the places he wanted to touch. Pale gold in the light, with hints of fire at the collarbones, like the sun had tried to mark her and failed.

Her hair…damn. It spilled in a swath of red silk to her shoulders, flaming. Wild. Fierce. Just like the woman it belonged to.

But it was her face that undid him. That cool, calculated beauty, now sharpened by heat. Lips parted. Breath unsteady.

“In the future,” he rasped, “I’ll take combat showers. Or just come to you the second I’m able.”

Her voice was a whisper, low and wicked. “Anywhere…anytime?”

“Yeah,” he growled. “If we can get away with it.”

She stepped into him, pressed every inch of bare, glorious skin to the full length of his body. Those hips rolled against his cock in a slow, devastating grind, and his whole body seized with restraint. Then her nipples brushed his chest, tight, scorching points of heat, and he groaned, helpless against the contact.

His hands gripped her waist, sliding up her sides, reading her like blueprints etched in skin and breath. Like she was a breach worth every ounce of precision.

They curved around her ribs, holding her steady as his mouth found the edge of her jaw. His lips mapped her like terrain made for ruin. He kissed his way along her throat, then behind her ear, her skin hot against his lips, the soft glide of her pulse under his mouth making him dizzy. She tasted like heat and salt and something rich he didn’t deserve. Every inch he touched left him wanting more.

When he found them, pressure points, pleasure spots, the places that made her gasp, he pressed his mouth to each one. Soft. Intentional. Learning her by heart, by hand, and now by lips.

Her soft moans were his undoing. Breath catching. Body trembling. Every sound she gave him carved deeper into his chest.

He reached her breasts, plump, flushed, perfect, and cupped them gently. Then molded. His thumbs dragged over the aching peaks.

She cried out. Arched hard into his hands.

“Boomer,” she gasped, voice trembling with urgency, “I need….”

His voice dropped, low and rough. “Tell me, darlin’. Tell me what you need.”

Her breath hitched. Her eyes met his, wide and glassy with want. “Your mouth,” she whispered. “Where I ache for you.”

“Just keep lookin’ at me like that. I’ll take care of every inch of you.”

God help him, he meant every word. He wanted to meet every need she didn’t dare say out loud, hold every part of her too sharp for other hands to touch. He wanted toknowher. All of her. The quiet corners. The steel. The vulnerability she guarded like a loaded weapon.

He wanted to give her everything he’d never been able to give another woman. Not even Lila. Not just heat. Not just devotion. Joy.

She filled something inside him that had been starved for too long, filled it so full he couldn’t breathe around it. He didn’t know what to do with it. Withher. With all this beauty. All thisgoodness. All thishope.

He bent his head, cupping the heavy, perfect weight of her breasts in his hands, filling his mouth with one exquisitely aroused, dark-pink peak, taut, flushed, aching for attention.

He batted it with his tongue. Then lavished it. Slow. Deep.

Her hands ran over his hair to the back of his neck, her touch firm, holding him so sweetly as she arched, gasping, the sound ripping from her throat. “Boomer…Carter…please,” she begged, wrecked.

He bit her lightly, and her hips snapped forward, grinding against him, her slick heat scorching his skin.

His dick throbbed in sync with his heartbeat, deep, demanding, relentless. He groaned and grabbed her ass, palm wide and strong, holding her tight against him as heravagedthat perfect nipple, sucking her hard, thrusting into all that firm, silken heat like he was already inside her, taking what was his.

God, the feel of her.

The way she shuddered when he used his tongue.

The way her fingers dug into his shoulders like she needed him there.