Page 67 of Being Bold
His eyes closed, his breath shuddering as he lowered his forehead to hers. About to ask him what was wrong, words dried up as the hand not holding her in place slid between her legs. She arched against his touch and the lick of pleasure it brought her.
“You’re so wet,” he moaned. Leaning back, he lifted his finger to his mouth and licked her taste from his skin.
Her eyes widened. It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. She would’ve melted into the tile flooring if she’d been standing. Gripping the hair at the base of his skull, she pulled his mouth back to hers. This time, she was the one devouring him. With her legs locked around his waist, she rocked her hips, desperate for friction to ease the throbbing between her thighs.
Bo understood what she needed because she felt him at her entrance. Anticipation shallowed her breathing, but he didn’t push inside. She made a sound of protest in her throat and tried to lower onto his shaft. She’d almost succeeded when his hands gripped her hips, stopping her slide. At the last minute, her eyes flew open.
“Wait,” he pleaded on a choked breath. “Condom,” he croaked.
Selene thought about the box she’d taken from the cabin. But she had a birth control implant and no desire to stop long enough to retrieve them. “You can come inside me.”
Another guttural sound ripped from his chest. “I’m clean, but are you sure?”
She nodded. “I want you to, Bo.”
“Damn, ocean-eyes.” His lids lowered briefly. “You make me weak.”
Not sure what he meant, she was going to ask, but any coherent thoughts fled when he entered her. Pleasure made her arch against him as he filled her. With her head thrown back, enjoying every tingle of her body while he stretched her, she gasped, “God, you feel amazing.”
His forehead met hers, his lips pressing hers firmly before he started moving his hips. “So. Do. You.” He punctuated each word with a thrust that had her chasing the release burning low in her belly.
She leaned her shoulders against the glass and rode each pump. He started slow, allowing her to watch what looked like wonder cross his features.
But it didn’t last long. Her inner walls pulsed with each slide in and out.
Bo’s gaze locked on hers, and something sharp pierced the brown like thunder shaking a tree. His jaw clenched and unclenched before he groaned. “This is going to be fast.”
He pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, making a wave of ecstasy wash over her. She closed her eyes as he murmured, “But I’ll make up for it the second time.”
What happened next was pure mating. The animal in him calling to the one in her. Riding on instinct, her nails dug tracksacross his back as he slammed into her over and over. The shower partition shook with each meeting of their bodies while the water rained down, feeding the storm that raged between them.
Pleasure built like a roll of thunder each time he hit the perfect spot. Selene couldn’t catch her breath enough to speak, but she was so close to finding the bolt of lightning that flashed like her release.
As soon as the sky broke, that lightning speared toward the earth, and she bowed into a curve on a scream of intense gratification. Convulsing with ripples of delight, she lost her grip on Bo as he plunged into her again. He thrust one more time before he bellowed like the animals they’d become and emptied his release in her.
After the storm had cleared from her brain, she became aware of water dripping onto her face. Opening her eyes, she saw Bo hunched over her, his head pressed into the wall, blocking the spray from the shower. Droplets ran down his hair and onto her. His eyes were shut, and his breaths came quick, puffing across her cheeks. Their bodies were still joined, making her smile.
She pressed her mouth to his, and his eyes slowly opened. When she would’ve dropped her legs, so he didn’t have to hold her weight, he shook his head. “Don’t move yet.”
“Okay.” Happy and content to have him inside her as long as he wanted, she tightened her legs around his waist. Lifting her arms around his neck,she pulled herself up and kissed his lips again. “Thank you,” she murmured around a smile she couldn’t seem to stop her face from forming.
He barked out a laugh. “If anyone should be saying thank you, it’s me.”
When she chuckled at his response, the mirth on his face disappeared into a groan, and his eyes slid shut. “Don’t. Laugh. Too sensitive.”
Of course, his struggle made her want to do exactly that. She felt her muscles clench around him with each chuckle she couldn’t contain. “Sorry,” she squeaked.
With a low growl, he nipped the sensitive peak of one of her nipples and pulled out. She gasped then laughed, lowering her legs. When she stood, wetness trickled down the inside of her thigh.
Bo cupped her face, brushing off the hair that had fallen into her eyes with the spray of water. “Let me wash you.”
His soft demand made heat bloom in her chest. She could only nod in response. Every second she spent with this man only made her want him more. She was falling for him whether she wanted to or not.
How was she going to cope when he walked away from her?
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