Page 84 of Boomer

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. Toyou. 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 andravaging. 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 youwantme.” Her tone deepened. “Itwrecksme. 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 herneedburned pure and bright and anchored.

It hit him like a fucking tidal wave. She wantedhim. 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.