The Hero She Needs (Unbroken Heroes Book 1)(34)

“Boone—” She lost the ability to talk and shook under the force of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched, and she heard him groan.

“Mine. This is all mine.” His next thrust was deep.

“Yes, yours.” Her voice was breathless. She forced her eyes to stay open. She wanted to watch.

Then Boone threw his head back and made an animal sound. His body convulsed, and she saw the cords of his throat strain.

God, he was beautiful. The look on his face said exactly what he was feeling. Watching his pleasure was just as good as feeling her own.

She knew he was having the same explosive, knock-you-sideways climax that she’d had.

Finally, he slumped against her. Their bodies were both lax, and they were both breathing heavily.

“I was way too rough.”

She snorted. “You were perfect. Newsflash. Some women like it hot, rough, and awesome.”

He made a masculine sound, then lifted her away from the wall.

Gemma squeaked. “If I’m too heavy—”

“Be quiet. You’re not heavy.” He carried her to the couch and set her on her feet in front of the fire. “Don’t move.”

He disappeared into the bathroom.

She bit her lip. It was a little weird to stand there wearing only a T-shirt, with Boone’s come sliding down her thighs.

He returned with a cloth. He knelt in front of her, and she sucked in a breath. As he cleaned her, she looked down at his dark head.

Pure protector. He was meant to look out for others. He wasn’t meant to be alone.

He rose. “Stay there.”

He returned from the bedroom with blankets and pillows off the bed. He spread them out and made a makeshift bed in front of the fireplace.

Oh.

He sat and tugged her down. “Shirt off.”

She hesitated. “I’ll be naked.”

“That’s the point.”

“I could get cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm.” He pulled the shirt over her head.

“Um, it’s not exactly being cold I’m worried about. I’ve curves and a few little rolls…”

“You’re beautiful, Gemma. I love the firelight on your skin.” He cupped one of her breasts. “And I’d be more than happy if you never, ever cover these.”

She smiled. He made his adoration of her body clear. “Men. Give them boobs, and they’re happy.”

He smiled, looking so young. “We’re simple creatures.”

“You should be naked too,” she said. “It’s only fair.”

In the way of men, he shucked his boxer shorts without a second thought.

God, that body of his…

He pushed her back on the blankets, his gaze on her. The fire cast dancing shadows over his face.

“What now?” she asked, breathless.

“Now, I get my mouth on that pussy of yours again. I’ve been dreaming about it.”

“Oh.” She licked her lips. “Go ahead.”





CHAPTER THIRTEEN





Damn, he loved the sounds Gemma made. Her body bowed as he licked her, then sucked her swollen clit. Her soft thighs clenched under his hands.

He looked up, savoring her naked body spread out for him in front of the fire.

“God, Boone, I’m going to—” On a cry, she came. Her body shook, and he kept sucking, loving the taste of her.

Pure sweetness. He’d never get enough of her.

His cock was hard again. Like he’d never come. He shifted, kneeling between her legs and nudging her thighs apart. Her breasts were rising and falling with her fast breaths.

“Boone.”

Damn, the way she looked at him made him feel good, whole.

She pulled him down, and he covered her softness with his hardness.

Her mouth moved along his jaw. “Come inside me.”

Boone was shaking with need. He didn’t want to rush this time around. Give her more than a hard and fast pounding against the wall.

He’d savor her. Cherish her. Show her how much he wanted her.

He notched the head of his cock between her legs. She was slick and warm. Their gazes met, and he slowly pushed inside her.

She moaned his name. Damn, she was so beautiful.

He took her hands in his and pressed them over her head. He moved inside her—slow and steady.

Her lips parted, and she never looked away. He’d never felt so connected to somebody else.

Pleasure swelled inside him. For a second, he closed his eyes, breathing through the sensation of feeling this woman. It was just the two of them—nothing but the feel and smell of Gemma.

He opened his eyes, needing to see her.

“So good,” she panted. “So perfect.”

“No, you’re perfect.” He pulled back and thrust back inside her. “So warm and tight.” He leaned back, watching where his cock split her.

Damn. He moved his thumb to her clit and rubbed. She cried out his name.

“That’s it, baby. Take it.”

“Give me everything.” Her body arched. “I want it all.”

“Take my cock, Gemma. You look so good filled with me.”

She moaned, her breasts heaving.

Boone gripped her hips, holding her tight as he powered inside her.