Page 37 of Waiting for Him
Her orgasm hit her hard. Pussy walls squeezed and throbbed around his fingers as a rush of fluid escaped her. He’d retaken her mouth, muffling the sounds of her release, and waves of pleasure assailed her. His fingers slowed while she floated back to him. He smiled at her flushed face and sated expression. “Liked that, didn’t you?” Pulling his hand from her pants, he licked his fingers as she cuddled closer.
“Mmm-hmm.” Her cheeks flushed, but this time, it wasn’t from arousal. “Do you think they heard?”
Chuckling, he gave her a quick kiss. “If they did, it’s nothing they haven’t heard before in the club.” He lifted her and placed her back in the seat next to him. “Stay here while I get a towel to clean you up.”
A few moments later, he returned with two paper towels, one damp and the other dry. “This was all they had on board.”
Blushing, she sat in silence while he quickly cleaned between her legs and retied the strings of her sweatpants. He left her briefly again to dispose of the paper towels, then adjusted himself before sitting beside her. “Next time, we’ll have to officially induct you into the mile-high club with my cock deep inside you.”
She giggled and snuggled against his chest as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “You’re incorrigible.”
* * *
Boomer loved the feel of her in his arms. She fit like she’d been created just for him. And if he had his way, he’d never let her go. His fingers brushed against the mark he’d left on her neck. He needed the world to see he’d staked his claim until he could get a collar around her throat.
Shifting slightly, he adjusted himself again. He was harder than granite but would have to wait until later to take care of it. This had been all about Kat. About pleasing her and showing her she belonged to him. “What’s the first thing you want to do when this is all over? I can get some time off, and we can travel a bit. Maybe go down to the Caribbean for a few days. Find ourselves a deserted island where we can walk around naked and fuck like rabbits.”
“Is sex all you think about?” she teased.
“When it comes to you, yup. I have a very long list of wicked things I want to do to you, and all of them end with my cock deep inside your body. But I’m sure we can find time to do other things, like eat and sleep.”
As she shook her head in amusement, her hand settled on his cotton-covered six-pack. He squelched the urge to push it lower, not wanting to start something they couldn’t finish. “You know what I want to do the most?”
He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Name it, and we’ll do it.”
“I want to go bowling.”
“Ha! What?” Boomer couldn’t stop the bubbly laughter that escaped him if he tried. “Bowling? Are you serious? I’m offering you a trip to the Caribbean, filled with incredible monkey sex, and you want to go bowling?”
A wide grin and playful eyes lit up her face. “Yes. Bowling. And stop laughing at me.”
“I can’t help it, Kitten. You say the funniest things. You’ve always been able to make me laugh.” She pinched his side, and he grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Okay. Okay. I’m not laughing at you. But why bowling?”
Her head returned to rest on his muscular upper body. “Because we always had the best times when we were bowling. You, me, and Alex. Especially on the Retro Disco Nights we used to go to.”
She lifted a shoulder and let it drop again. “I don’t know, it just seemed like that’s when we all let loose and didn’t care about anything but enjoying ourselves. I remember our last Halloween when the two of you had everyone lined up in the alleys dancing ‘The Hustle.’ You were dressed like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, and Alex was the Grease version of Travolta. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my entire life.”
Boomer roared at the memory. “Oh, my God! I forgot all about that. My mom taught us the steps. It took Alex two weeks to get it right because he had no sense of direction. He’d go left while everyone else was going right. So we had him face everyone, like a dance instructor, and it worked out.”
“It was the best night ever, and it’s why I want to go bowling.” Her laughter died, and she picked at an invisible piece of lint on his shirt. “I haven’t bowled since . . . since my world fell apart.”
Tightening his hold, he lifted her chin with his other hand. “I can’t change the past, baby. But I will do everything I can to make sure you spend the rest of your life laughing and living it to the fullest.” His lips met hers. It wasn’t a seductive kiss but one filled with promise. “I love you, Kitten.”
Kat froze, then pulled back to see his entire face and stared at him in disbelief.
“Do you want me to say it again?” She nodded slowly, and he grinned. “I. Love. You. Katerina. Maier. I’ve loved you for a very long time. And I plan on spending the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. You’re the only woman I will ever say those words to.”
Her eyes filled with tears at his declaration. His pounding heart tried to escape its confinement as Kat’s words came out in a whisper. “I love you too. Always. And I’ll never say those words to another man.”
“Good. Now that we’ve gotten the mushy stuff out of the way—kiss me.”
And she did.
* * *
“They just arrived at compound. Girl, three men. Too many people. Vill have to vait until alone.”
Listening to his minion report in, Viktor paced back and forth in the bar’s office. It had once belonged to Volkov, but Viktor had taken ownership within days of killing the greedy bastard. The main difference between the two men was Volkov had been stupid and sloppy, whereas Viktor had common sense. He knew to ensure anyone privy to his secrets was eliminated as soon as they outgrew their usefulness. Sometimes, even before then.
