Page 233 of Forbidden Heroes

He turns me around to where my ass is toward him and I have to crane my neck around to get a good view of his gorgeous body. His cock is hung heavy with need and the balls between his legs are filled with cum I know he wants to give me. With the way his eyes are trained on my ass, I have a good idea of what he’s thinking. But he only continues to wash my body with very attentive caresses to all the right places.

Rough fingers spread my ass cheeks and I gasp when I feel the pads of his thumbs tease the crease just above and below my asshole. I reach for him, except he only takes my hands and places them on the wall.

“Don’t move from there.”

My breath hitches. I’m a headstrong woman, and no man ever controls me, but my cowboy’s tone has me obeying.

“Only this time we made it to the shower. And now I get to care for you like I wanted to do yesterday. Like I should have instead of walking off.” He pauses briefly. “I like caring for you. Too damn much. Your mother and father, Austin, Hunter...all of ’em will have my hide from what we've already done.”

I latch onto the first half of his words. “Is that an apology from the great alpha Boone Urban? I can’t believe it.” Okay, so I might have used a little too much sarcasm but still. There are two things in this world I would go to the bank on not existing. Unicorns and Boone ever feeling sorry about anything he’s done.

“Are you sassing me after I saved your sweet, beautiful ass?”

Boone’s hand comes down on my ass with a loud smack. Heat blooms across my cheek, sending a bolt of electricity wound with heat through my body and straight to my core.

I cry out in shock.

Oh, my God. I press my legs together. Somehow the sting and burn of that smack went straight to my clit. I’m wet and I'm not talking about shower water. No, the heat pouring from me to make my thighs sticky is not that kind of wetness.

I jerk my head around, mouth wide open.

“Ah, ah, ah. I said don’t move. Hands back on the wall, baby girl. I'm not done.”

His voice dips low, husky and is filled with the same tremble I feel in my knees.

Smack.

“Did you just spank me again!”

No answer this time. Just strong hands on either side of my ass, massaging the heat into my flesh.

Smack.

I gasp, moan and, fuck me I purr, pushing my ass into his strong hands when another smack leads to his mouth coming to my flesh. Masculine lips drag across my skin and it feels so good when he sinks his teeth in and marks me.

I know I’m red—I can feel the heat of the spanking seep deep into me, and the claiming bite? Son of a gun, that feels good too.

I’m panting harshly, and I feel raw inside and out. Boone’s hand comes down again and this time I reach for my throbbing clit.

“No!” he demands and guides my hand back to the damn wall.

“But I need to, Boone. I need. It’s soo good. Why is it so good? What’s wrong with me?” I press my forehead to the heated tiles of the shower.

“You like me taking control. Giving you what you want even before you know you want it.” He stands behind me. “Like this spanking. And what I have planned for this perfect ass next.”

Hard muscle wraps around me and I’m suddenly turned around looking into the dark eyes of my lover. Water streams over my ample breasts and curvy thighs. I'm warmed up now and no worse for wear from our little mishap. Just a little shaken and grateful.

And horny. Fuck, am I horny as hell.

"Thank you, for saving me today. I was scared you would never find me." My words are whispered but I feel a bone-deep need for him to know how grateful I am.

Between us, his cock is heavy, jutting toward my navel. I groan as I feel the thick, throbbing length of him press into me when he leans in to speak close to my ear.

“You could be a galaxy away from me and I would find you.”

Dear God.

My eyes fall, lashes fluttering against my cheeks. His hand is smooth across my jawline when he tips my head up.

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