She bit his lip. “Don’t hold back.”
He raked his teeth down the side of her neck and loved the breathy sound of her voice. But he also heard the solid certainty in her words.
“Tell me exactly what you want, Gemma? Spell it out for me.”
Pretty hazel eyes met his. “Your cock inside me.”
“Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to hers, trying not to come. “I’m not going to last long, Gemma.”
“Oh?” She paused. “Because it’s been a while for you?”
He met her gaze again. “It’s been years. I haven’t been with anyone since I left the military.”
Her lips parted. “Why?”
“I never wanted anyone enough. And for a while there, I didn’t want anyone to touch me.”
In the firelight, he saw the flush on her cheeks. “But you want me.”
More than he could ever express. “Yes.”
“I want you inside me.” She licked her lips. “And I want to watch you while you’re inside me. I want you to fuck me, enjoy me, and I want to watch when you come.”
A hoarse expulsion of air escaped him. He slammed his palm against the wall to hold himself upright. “Gemma, I don’t have any condoms.”
She turned her head and bit his ear, then rubbed her sweet body against his. “It’s okay. I have an IUD, and I’m healthy. I’m assuming you got a clean bill of health when you came home?”
“Yeah.” Fuck her with nothing between them? Slide his cock inside her and feel every slick inch? He felt dizzy at the thought.
Her legs clenched at his sides. “Now, Boone. Take whatever you want.”
Boone made a raw sound that reverberated through Gemma. His face looked dark in the firelight, filled with need.
Had anyone ever wanted her as much as this man did?
A man who saw her—soft, curvy Gemma who liked to bake sweet things and put a smile on people’s faces.
He saw her, he liked her. With Boone, she knew she was enough.
She felt his hand slide between their bodies, and he shoved his boxer shorts out of the way. Her chest hitched, her body throbbed. “Boone, hurry.”
He shifted, and she felt the weight of his cock brush her skin. Her belly clenched.
Then, without any warning, he gripped her hip, then thrust home.
She made a sound, her legs tightening on him. He was only half inside her, and she felt the stretch.
Then his hot mouth was on hers. “So damn tight, Gemma. You can take me.”
She wasn’t in pain exactly, just discomfort as she adjusted to his size. Boone was inside her, filling her.
“Deeper,” she murmured, clutching at him.
“Christ, Gemma, you feel so damn good.”
“You feel good too. Hot and hard, filling me up.”
He groaned. “I can’t… I can’t keep control when you talk like that.”
She trailed her lips up the side of his neck and nibbled at his ear. “So don’t keep control. Let go.”
As she watched, she saw his control snap. He pinned her harder to the wall, thrusting all the way inside her.
She cried out, gripping him tightly. His thrusts were hard and fast, almost desperate. She moaned his name, loving the way he powered inside her. It wasn’t cautious, there was no finesse. It was raw, hard, real.
“That’s it, Gemma, baby. Take me.” His voice was a low growl. “Take my cock.”
Gemma couldn’t do anything but hold on and moan. The sensations were building inside her. She felt a hand between them, and his thumb found her clit.
“Say my name,” he demanded.
“Boone.”
His thrusts got harder, more frantic. She felt owned, possessed, needed.
“I want to feel you come,” he said.
“I’m close. Please.”
“God, not enough. I can’t get close enough.”
He kept filling her and stroking her clit. Everything inside her contracted, then exploded in a flash.
“Boone—” She lost the ability to talk and shook under the force of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched, and she heard him groan.
“Mine. This is all mine.” His next thrust was deep.
“Yes, yours.” Her voice was breathless. She forced her eyes to stay open. She wanted to watch.
Then Boone threw his head back and made an animal sound. His body convulsed, and she saw the cords of his throat strain.
God, he was beautiful. The look on his face said exactly what he was feeling. Watching his pleasure was just as good as feeling her own.
She knew he was having the same explosive, knock-you-sideways climax that she’d had.
Finally, he slumped against her. Their bodies were both lax, and they were both breathing heavily.
“I was way too rough.”
She snorted. “You were perfect. Newsflash. Some women like it hot, rough, and awesome.”
He made a masculine sound, then lifted her away from the wall.
Gemma squeaked. “If I’m too heavy—”
“Be quiet. You’re not heavy.” He carried her to the couch and set her on her feet in front of the fire. “Don’t move.”
He disappeared into the bathroom.
She bit her lip. It was a little weird to stand there wearing only a T-shirt, with Boone’s come sliding down her thighs.
He returned with a cloth. He knelt in front of her, and she sucked in a breath. As he cleaned her, she looked down at his dark head.
Pure protector. He was meant to look out for others. He wasn’t meant to be alone.
He rose. “Stay there.”
He returned from the bedroom with blankets and pillows off the bed. He spread them out and made a makeshift bed in front of the fireplace.
Oh.
He sat and tugged her down. “Shirt off.”
She hesitated. “I’ll be naked.”
“That’s the point.”
“I could get cold.”
“I’ll keep you warm.” He pulled the shirt over her head.
“Um, it’s not exactly being cold I’m worried about. I’ve curves and a few little rolls…”
“You’re beautiful, Gemma. I love the firelight on your skin.” He cupped one of her breasts. “And I’d be more than happy if you never, ever cover these.”
She smiled. He made his adoration of her body clear. “Men. Give them boobs, and they’re happy.”
He smiled, looking so young. “We’re simple creatures.”
“You should be naked too,” she said. “It’s only fair.”
In the way of men, he shucked his boxer shorts without a second thought.
God, that body of his…
He pushed her back on the blankets, his gaze on her. The fire cast dancing shadows over his face.
“What now?” she asked, breathless.
“Now, I get my mouth on that pussy of yours again. I’ve been dreaming about it.”
“Oh.” She licked her lips. “Go ahead.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Damn, he loved the sounds Gemma made. Her body bowed as he licked her, then sucked her swollen clit. Her soft thighs clenched under his hands.
He looked up, savoring her naked body spread out for him in front of the fire.
“God, Boone, I’m going to—” On a cry, she came. Her body shook, and he kept sucking, loving the taste of her.
Pure sweetness. He’d never get enough of her.
His cock was hard again. Like he’d never come. He shifted, kneeling between her legs and nudging her thighs apart. Her breasts were rising and falling with her fast breaths.
“Boone.”