Page 179 of Boss of Me

When he roars up to the house in his Lambo and jumps out, I don’t even wait for him to open my door.

We stumble up the front steps together, lips and tongues tangling, stroking each other’s faces and raking hands through each other’s hair.

He unlocks the front door, rasping out between kisses that we have the place to ourselves tonight. The words alone send my body up in flames.

He backs me across the threshold and kicks the door closed behind us. Tossing my clutch in the vicinity of a table, I watch his eyes flick up to the second floor as he calculates the distance to his bedroom and decides it’s too far. With an aggressive suck on my bottom lip, he reaches under my short dress and rips off my panties.

Gasping with pleasure, I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, shoving them halfway down his thighs before he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pins me against the nearest wall. Hands gripping my outer thighs, he slams inside me with a brutal thrust of his hips.

I scream his name, clenching slickly around his hard cock. He groans and starts thrusting into me, each ferocious stroke sending a river of lava through my blood. I grab handfuls of his hair and lock my ankles behind his back, my spiked heels digging into his ass like spurs.

He pounds me against the wall, so deep and so fucking good. I moan with every thrust, absolutely delirious at the feel of him inside me after weeks of deprivation. He takes what he needs, and I surrender everything I have.

We climax hard and fast, my ecstatic cry echoing his deeper one. My head falls back against the wall, my pussy sucking at his cock as hot cum floods me. He keeps thrusting through our release, growling roughly as his hips ram into mine, making my whole body spasm uncontrollably in another orgasm.

Dazed and trembling, I close my eyes and slump against him, my head falling onto his shoulder. He finally collapses againstme with a raspy groan, burying his face in the side of my neck. We hold each other tight, our ragged breaths filling the foyer. We never even bothered to remove our coats.

Contented minutes pass before Gunner kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, “Now that we’ve taken the edge off . . .”

I let out a breathless laugh as he lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he heads for his bedroom, bounding up the stairs two at a time.

In the low lamplight by the bed, we undress each other tenderly, kissing and caressing after each piece of clothing is removed. When we’re skin to skin, Gunner picks me up and tumbles me down onto the mattress, his body landing on top of mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, sighing with pleasure when he captures my lips and twines our fingers together above my head.

His first thrust makes me cry out against his mouth, my hips lifting to take him even deeper. He groans my name, his voice hoarse and achingly raw. Fingers tightening around mine, he starts pumping in and out of me. I close my eyes on a breathless moan, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

We make love desperately, lost in feelings made all the more explosive by the fierce connection we share. He bellows my name when he comes, his body stiffening against mine as he takes me right over the edge with him. The powerful orgasms leave us both trembling, our hearts bursting with love and euphoria.

He stays inside me for a wondrously long time, his cock twitching as he brushes openmouthed kisses over my lips, my jaw and neck, the upper swells of my breasts and then back to my lips, smiling at my shivery sigh.

“God, I missed you,” he whispers.

“I missed you too, baby.” I smile, nibbling his bottom lip. “I almost forgot how heavy you are.”

A rough huff of a laugh rumbles out of his chest. “There’s the smartass I know and love.”

I laugh. “No, no, don’t get off,” I protest, but he’s already lifting himself away, kissing the curve of my shoulder before slowly pulling out. The luscious friction of his retreating cock curls my toes.

He rolls onto his back and pulls me tight to him, his arm banded around my waist. I snuggle against his side, savoring the sense of completion that infuses every cell in my body when I’m with him. It’s been way too long.

As he buries his lips in my hair, I say softly, “I missed hearing you call me that.”

“What?”

“Smartass.” I smile. “And kitten. It depressed me to think of you calling anyone else those names.”

He kisses the crown of my head. “You’re my one and only smartass, kitten. There could never be another.”

I melt into a puddle as if he just recited the most epically romantic poem from Baudelaire.

When a strong gust of wind blows against the windows, he pulls the covers up to our waists, cocooning us in his huge bed. I feel deliciously warm and cozy, safe and protected.

“I didn’t think it could get this cold in Austin.”

“It happens,” Gunner murmurs lazily. “Sometimes we even get snow in January. Not much, but enough to cause a stir.”

“Wow,” I say, smiling and nuzzling his chest. “Can’t wait to cozy up in front of a fire on one of those cold winter nights.”

“Mmm. Sounds like heaven.” He threads his hand through my hair, gently massaging my scalp with his fingertips. I purr in bliss, making him chuckle.