Chapter 16
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BOONE HELPED RADLEY to stand, and she nearly swayed on her feet as he turned her toward him, still drunk on love and pleasure.
Holy shit. When she’d teased him earlier, she hadn’t really thought he would snap.
Boone had bent her over the bed and given her the biggest orgasm of her life—without even undressing her.
He hadn’t even taken his own pleasure—just driven her wild with want.
She’d joked with him earlier about slapping her ass, but holy hell. Even that little smack was hot, Boone all growly and dominating.
She reached for him now, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. Boone helped her, shrugging it off, then kissed her, slow and deep. Her heart was pounding wildly, and she wasn’t sure what to make of the expression on his face. It looked more akin to love than lust, but that couldn’t be right.
No one fell in love with someone they’d known for mere weeks.
He’d looked ready to burn down the world earlier when he’d shown up on her doorstep. Given his former career, she considered him a level-headed guy. Steady. Sure. A sniper waiting in the wings for the right moment to fire.
He’d looked enraged and damn-near frantic when he realized she’d been attacked in the hallway.
And now?
The expression on his face was almost tender.
His hot gaze raked over her, taking in the black lacy bustier and miniskirt she’d put on. She’d righted herself as she’d stood up, her breasts covered again for the moment, but his hands had been all over her seconds ago.
She shivered in delight.
“You are sexy as sin, kitten,” he said with a smile, but he kissed her again gently, letting his hands roam.
One skimmed over her ass, and his fingers slid beneath her mini skirt, giving one bare cheek a gentle squeeze.
It somehow felt dangerously erotic with Boone exploring her body while she was clothed—like he had the right to put his hands under her skirt or inside her sexy top.
And God did she love it.
Radley explored his body, too. Now that his torso was bare, Radley learned that Boone had all sorts of interesting dips and curves on his muscled chest. He was in perfect shape, and she hardly knew what to do with all that male strength and attention focused on her.
Her gaze dropped, and her fingertips skated across his abdomen.
She smiled as his breath hitched. She explored him eagerly, loving his masculine flesh over firm muscles.
Boone had several tattoos of birds in flight, just simple dark outlines across his torso.
“Because you watch from above,” she said knowingly.
His jaw was taut, his body stiff, and she could tell he was trying to hold back.
“Yes.” His voice was gravel, and Radley loved the power she felt over him.
“It’s my turn to explore,” she teased, kneeling down before him.
“Rad—”
His voice was strangled as she undid the button of his pants, then slid down the zipper, freeing his impressive cock from his boxer briefs. Radley gripped him with one hand, the other pressing against his muscled thigh.
“What was that, Boone?” she asked teasingly, her touch light, her breath blowing over the sensitive skin of the head of his cock. A drop of pre-come leaked out, and she licked it, listening to his guttural groan.
Meeting his dark eyes from where she knelt before him, she licked and explored him, tasting the muskiness of Boone. She trailed her tongue from the root to the tip of his shaft, watching his cock bounce. He was rock hard, nothing but solid steel beneath velvety skin.
Boone was tense, clearly hanging on by a thread. His hands fisted at his sides, and she could tell he was close to losing control. His breath sawed in and out, and she smiled, finally taking him into her mouth and humming.
The vibrations had him finally moving, and his hands threaded in her hair, holding her head in position as he thrust into her. She coyly looked up at him, knowing she was still the one in complete control. Radley swallowed, taking him deeper into her mouth.
Boone let out a choked groan. Radley let go of her grip on the base of his shaft to tease his balls.
“Stop!” he finally cried out, pulling away.
Radley released him, looking at his swollen and pulsing dick, a smirk on his face. The head of his cock was engorged, Boone nearly ready to explode. He was breathing heavily, nearly at his breaking point.
He pulled her to her feet, slanting her a look. “I want to come inside you. If you keep doing that, there’s no way I’ll be able to hold back.”
“I know.”
Heat flashed through his eyes, and then he was kissing her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he took possession. Boone’s hands were everywhere—stripping off her bustier and mini skirt. Peeling down her thong. Caressing and teasing and driving her wild.
Boone sank down onto the edge of her bed, pulling her atop him so she straddled his lap. His cock jutted up between them, pulsing with his need. “Ride me, kitten. I can’t go slow right now. I’ll take you beneath me later.”
“Condom,” she said, and Boone cursed.
“Don’t worry, soldier,” she sassed.
Radley stood and strode toward her nightstand, buck naked, and felt Boone’s hot gaze on her the entire way.
She’d never been shy about her body. Radley was more than comfortable in her own skin.
As she turned back toward him with a foil packet in her hand, she felt his gaze catch on her full breasts, her pert nipples, her bare pussy.
“Come here,” he ordered, and she laughed, ripping the packet and sheathing him, taking her damn time.
Boone didn’t hesitate, just growled and lifted her atop him.
Radley squealed in surprise and grabbed onto his broad shoulders, kneeling above him for a moment.
He held her there, briefly feasting on her breasts with his wicked mouth.
As he sucked on her nipples, she faltered, submitting to him once more.
Boone’s smoldering eyes met hers. He gripped her waist, guiding her, and Radley sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch.
Boone was big. Throbbing. Hot and hard.
He bucked up, filling her completely, and Radley let out a gasp of pure pleasure. The stretch of her inner walls and sudden fullness from Boone inside her was exquisite. Her pussy throbbed, her sex slick and swollen, and her clit perfectly rubbed against the base of his erection.
Boone gave her a moment to adjust, both of them staring at where they were joined, and then he began moving, thrusting up and into her, taking control even as she sat astride him.
Radley was at his complete and utter mercy.
His big hands dragged over her—squeezing her bottom, caressing her breasts, toying with her nipples.
Radley whimpered and clung to him, somehow knowing she was in for the ride of her life. He fit inside her perfectly—completely. She could barely tell where Boone stopped and she began. She was full—so full—and bursting with an emotion she couldn’t name.
One thing was for damn certain—nothing had ever felt as good as this man inside her.
“You’re even more gorgeous on my cock,” he said, thrusting in slow and deep. “Look at you taking me, sweet girl. Let me give you what you need.”
“Oh!” she cried out as he thrust harder.
“That’s it, kitten. Take what you need,” he urged as she began writhing atop him.
Boone began moving faster, harder, Radley whimpering. His hands gripped her hips, taking her how he wanted. White hot sparks of pure pleasure began to shoot through her. She couldn’t move away, couldn’t do anything but take what Boone was giving to her.
He shifted, finding some secret place inside, hitting her just so with each stroke.
Her inner walls clamped down tightly around him, her body beginning to climax.
Radley had never come so quickly before.
The base of his erection rubbed her swollen clit, and Boone penetrated her completely.
She was about to explode in his arms. One of Boone’s muscled hands rose to her chin, and he captured her lips in a hot kiss.
Her cries were muffled by his mouth, and as her nails dug into his broad shoulders as she clung to him, Radley finally screamed her release, shockwaves of pleasure nearly electrifying her.
Boone didn’t slow, just continued bucking up into her. Radley screamed again, coming a second time, the orgasm nothing but pure waves of bliss dragging her under.
Boone grunted and chased down his own orgasm. His cock hardened impossibly more, stretching her still-pulsing walls, and then he gave one final thrust, holding her to him as he came and came.
Radley’s head collapsed on his shoulder as she panted, her body limp and sated.
She remained astride his lap, his cock still half-hard inside her.
She was gasping for breath, and they were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat, Boone’s body hot and hard beneath her.
His hands ran down her back, soothing her, and his lips were in her hair, giving her gentle kisses and soft murmurs.
“Holy hell,” he finally muttered.
Radley giggled, burying her face in his neck.
“Since when are you shy?” he asked, amused. But his arms tightened around her, protective even now.
“Since I screamed so loudly that I realized the police will probably be back at my front door.”
Boone’s deep laughter filled her bedroom, and he kissed her again, his mood light. Loving. “Shit. I guess we should hold off on round two then, because I have big plans for you. And you, kitten, are not quiet.”