The Hero She Needs (Unbroken Heroes Book 1)(33)

He sucked in a sharp breath. Her hands were warm, and his body reacted. He could smell her fresh soap scent.

“And what exactly do you want?” His voice was low, husky.

“You. I want you to touch me. I want to touch you. I don’t want to think about all the crap swirling around me. I want to feel something other than fear. I want you to make this ache go away.”

Need vibrated through his body. He wasn’t strong enough to resist her. It had been so long since he’d wanted anyone. And he’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted Gemma. “Gemma, you need to be sure.”

“I’m sure.”

With a low growl, he lifted her off her feet. He heard her gasp as he strode across the room and pinned her against the wall.

She gripped his shoulders, and eagerly wrapped her legs around his hips. He felt the soft juncture of her thighs rub against his thickening cock.

He groaned.

“I want you, Boone,” she murmured.

He fastened his mouth to hers. As soon as their lips met, he forgot all the reasons why he wasn’t right for her.

Her tongue stroked his, her hands speared into his hair. She tugged hard.

He ground against her body, needing to get closer. He moved his mouth over hers, dragging in the taste of her.

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.