Seven
was not prepared for the onslaught of sensations Booker’s blunt words provoked. Her abs clenched as her lungs emptied with a whoosh. Fiery sparks ignited her blood, and since her heart was racing, it didn’t take long for the heat to reach every part of her body.
“I-I…” Damn it. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I thought you said we weren’t safe. It might be best if we kept our clothes on. In case we have to make another run for it.”
“I can be very effective, clothed or not. Or don’t you remember?”
“I remember,” she said on a shaky breath.
For all their history, Booker made her nervous. She’d only been with one other man, and that had been years ago. Her body had changed. She was out of practice. If the pure sexual energy pouring out of her ex-husband was any indication, he was not.
What if she disappointed him? She wouldn’t be able to stand it. Plus, they were mere minutes into their new understanding. What did it all mean? What kind of relationship would they have now, if any? Were they going to be friends? One-time lovers?
“I can see you working through all the angles,” he said. “And you’re right. It’s too soon and there are still things we need to figure out.”
It was scary how well he could still read her. “Like who broke into my house, and who tried to run us down last night?”
His hold on her hip tightened. “Like why those things should be top priority in my head, but the only thing I can think about right now is tasting you.” His head dipped until his breath warmed her lips. “Will you let me, Ellie? Will you let me have a taste?” His heavy-lidded gaze implored her. “Come on, sweetheart. I’m starving here.”
Ellie tilted her head ever so slightly and their lips brushed. His full bottom lip was a temptation she couldn’t deny. She licked at him.
Booker growled. He bent, wrapped an arm around her waist, and crushed her against his body. He fused their mouths, barely giving her time to adjust the feel of him before he pressed his tongue past her lips and into her mouth.
He explored her with honed precision, each stroke of his tongue soothing her nerves until there was no worry about the next minute, the next hour, the next week. There was only him.
“You feel so good,” he said against her lips. He rocked his shoulders and her nipples rejoiced at the friction caused as his chest moved against hers.
She grabbed onto his neck, trying to get closer, to deepen the contact. “So good,” she agreed, lost to him, to the familiar promise in his kiss. “I might’ve been wrong about that not getting naked thing.”
She hooked her ankles around the back of his thighs and rocked against his impressive erection. “We should rethink that.”
Booker’s hands slid around and cupped her ass. He followed her choppy rhythm, grinding his hard length against her. His laugh was dark and dirty. “Look at you. Greedy little thing riding my dick like you can’t wait another second to have it buried deep.”
Ellie froze. Oh, God. What was she doing?
You climbed your ex-husband like a tree and proceeded to hump him like a bitch in heat.
Humiliated by her response to him, Ellie hid her face in the curve of his neck. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what—Oh!”
She gasped as his hand came down on her ass with a quick slap. She jerked back, searching his expression for a sign of displeasure. All she found was a boatload of hot, aroused Booker.
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he warned. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you all day. I want you greedy. I want you wet and aching and begging for my mouth, my cock. I want you any way I can have you.”
She yelped when he spun around and dropped them onto the bed. He cradled her against his chest, protecting her head when they bounced.
His declarations aroused and confused her. He spent the day wanting her? She could hardly believe it. She’d been the thorn to his bear paw, just not in the way she thought.
He wanted her.
“Booker.” His name was all she could manage. His heavy weight pressed her into the mattress. Muscled thighs spread hers wide to accommodate his hips.
“There will be time for all of that later. Tonight, I want to touch you. You want my hands, don’t you, baby?”
She closed her eyes as he trailed soft kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she groaned, too far gone to give him any other answer. “I want your hands. I want your mouth. I want your … your cock.”
The words felt wicked and dirty and so, so right.
Ellie felt a vibration from his chest as he buried his face against her neck. A string of Spanish flowed from his lips. He thanked God for her answer, and then proceeded to list the things he wanted to do to her in such explicit detail he surely lost any heavenly graces he might’ve earned with the gratitude.
She nipped his earlobe. “I understand every word you’re saying, you know.”
His head snapped up. A roguish gleam brightened his eyes as he rolled off her. He settled onto his side, head propped on one hand, his body stretching the length of hers and then some. “Then you won’t be surprised when I do this.”
He released the button on her jeans. His fingers danced along the strip of skin he bared, making her belly jump.
“Your shirt and bra,” he said. His gaze darted to something behind her. The door? “Lift them, but don’t take them off.”
Had he heard something? Was he worried about someone trying to get in? Of course he was. The whole reason they were there was because someone had found them at the cottage.
His gaze returned to her. “We’re okay for now. I’ll keep you safe,” he said, reading her mind again. “The only thing you need to worry about is how fast you’re going to show me what I’m dying to see. Do it now, Ellie.”
Her fingers shook as she followed his instructions. The moment her breasts were freed, a sudden burst of self-consciousness hit her and she covered them with her hands. Her waist hadn’t been the only place that had suffered a loss of weight.
He caressed her belly, his brows pinched. “This bruise makes me mental. Are you in pain?”
Pain? What?
“No.” Tender, maybe, but whatever ache she felt in her ribs had been replaced by a lower, more urgent one.
He nodded once and tugged on her wrists. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”
“They’re not as big as they used to be.” The words sounded silly once she heard them out loud, but he had loved her breasts before.
“They’re perfect.”
“How do you know? You haven’t seen them yet.”
“Show me.”
Ellie closed her eyes and dropped her hands. She sucked in a breath as her nipples were simultaneously assaulted. On one side, warm and wet. On the other, the sinful pressure of being plumped.
She lifted her lids to the sight of Booker’s mouth and fingers working her nipples. Her pale skin seemed to glow under his darker tone.
“Please,” she begged, satisfying the last of his list of wants. She already checked off the greedy, wet, and aching portions of the list.
Booker took her nipple between his teeth. He nipped, soothed with his tongue, then suckled her. Nipped, soothed, suckled. Over and over. Each time harder, more insistent than the last.
A delicious pressure began to build between her legs. She savored it, reveled in the fact she could still feel intensely sexual after such a long drought.
She wanted more.
Ellie arched her hips in a silent invitation Booker readily accepted. He abandoned her breasts. He slid his hand down her body. Tiny sparks of sensation fired everywhere he touched, leaving her skin sensitive and alive.
He dropped his mouth to her ear. “You’re so soft and beautiful. I could spend hours exploring your gorgeous body. And once we put our troubles behind us, I will do just that. For now, I’ll settle for making you come.”
“Yes.” She wanted to come by a hand not her own. It had been so long.
Booker worked her zipper and slipped his hand into her panties. “Dios mio. You’re so wet.”
Ellie shook and groaned as his thick finger slid between the lips of her sex. Her hips jerked as his finger whispered over her clit, then slid down to circle her entrance. Up and back. Up and back.
Tension coiled in her belly.
Not enough.
She turned her head, searching for his face. Seeming to know what she needed, his mouth covered hers. Their tongues tangled as his fingers played with her sex.
“Slide your jeans down, baby,” he muttered against her mouth. “Give me room to work.”
She lifted her hips to follow his command and gasped as his finger slid inside her. “How am I supposed to do that with your hand down my pants?”
“Sorry,” he murmured. “Couldn’t resist.” He pulled his hand away. “Go ahead.”
His gaze lowered as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her jeans. She shoved them, along with her panties, down and worked one leg free. She rolled to face him. She threw a leg over his hip, opening herself up for whatever he wanted to do to her.
He didn’t waste time. He reached between their bodies and pushed his finger back inside her. He pumped once and added another finger.
Ellie captured his mouth in a kiss so fierce it left them both panting.
Booker added a third finger and she hissed at the stretch. She rocked her hips and focused on relaxing around him.
“That’s it, Ellie. Work yourself on my fingers. Christ, you’re perfect. You make me forget everything except how badly I want to be inside you.”
Yes, yes, yes!
“Do it. I want you there.”
His thumb pressed against her clit and she shattered. Her body shook and clamped around the fingers that continued to move within her as liquid fire traveled through her veins. The room spun, but Booker’s hold on her kept her from floating away.
He kissed her cheek, her nose, her eyelids. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Mi querida. I’ve missed you.”
Ellie trailed her hands down his chest. She curled her fingers around the waistband of his jeans. “We’re not done.”
His sigh was tortured. “We are for now. I don’t have a condom. I didn’t exactly plan for this to happen.”
“You don’t need one. I’m clean and protected. Unless…”
His jaw twitched. “I’m clean, but I’m still not going to fuck you.”
She cupped his erection through his jeans and squeezed. “Are you sure about that?”
He caught her wrist. “You’re not helping.”
She squeezed him again, drawing a groan from his throat. “Good. I’m not trying to help unless it’s to get you unzipped. Please, Booker. You need to come and I need you to be inside me when you do. Please.”
“Damn you.” Booker tore at the fastening on his jeans. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go down.”
Ellie couldn’t hide the smile that spread her lips.
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glanced at the door.
He shouldn’t be doing this. He should tuck his aching dick back into his pants and get off the bed.
There were two good reasons he didn’t. The first was the confidence he had that they were safe for the night. They hadn’t been followed and no one knew where they had stopped, not even Brandon.
The second reason was the wet, pink flesh waiting to be filled and the sound of his Ellie’s pleas that he get on with it.
Watching her come had ranked in the top five of the greatest things he’d ever seen. He would be hard pressed to decide on the other four, but sure as shit each one involved his gorgeous wife. Yeah, wife. Fuck what the law said. He didn’t need a piece of paper to know he would love this woman his entire life.
I didn’t want out.
Ellie hadn’t wanted the divorce. He hadn’t wanted the divorce.
Hope blossomed within his chest, fragile and delicate and groggy from sleep.
Twelve years was a long time. They would have to get to know each other again, which was a ridiculous thought when he was about to fuck the daylights out of her.
One thing at a time. There was no rush.
“Booker? Is everything okay?”
Ellie rolled onto her back. She opened her legs and dropped her knees to the sides. She teased a finger over the bare, wet lips of her pussy.
Okay, maybe there was a little rush.
“Yeah, baby. Everything’s good.” And because he couldn’t resist, he shoved her hand out of the way. He bent and swiped the flat of his tongue through her slit.
She gasped and the upper half of her body jerked up from the bed. “Oh my god.”
“Sweet Jesus, you taste like the sweetest fucking candy.” He took another taste. Fuck. So good. If he didn’t stop now, he’d spend the next hour feasting between her legs.
Soon, he promised.
“Come to the edge of the bed, Ells.” He shoved his jeans and underwear down to his thighs and fisted his engorged cock. “This is going to be fast and furious.”
He was confident, not stupid. Until the threat was identified and eliminated there was always a risk, and he didn’t want to get caught with his pants down—literally.
Her eyes widened as she watched him stroke. Her rapt attention made it impossible for him to form words so he tapped her leg to get her moving.
She scrambled to the edge of the bed, jeans and panties still hanging off one leg. His were around his thighs. Her tank top and bra were rucked up over her breasts and he still had on his T-shirt. He was a fucking animal taking her this way. She deserved so much more than a quick fuck in a motel room.
“Stop thinking so hard. I don’t care about anything except you being inside me. And maybe that you lose the shirt.” Ellie bit her lip and stared at his chest. “Yeah, take that off so I can see your tattoo.”
Booker reached back and pulled the shirt over his head. He tossed it onto the bed. He fell over her, catching himself with a hand on the bed in time to prevent landing on her.
Her fingers danced over the eagle on his chest. “It’s gorgeous. When did you get it?”
Booker ran his fisted cock up and down her sex, coating his head with her arousal. “Six years ago.”
She shuddered when he hit her clit, causing her tits to jiggle. Yeah. He wasn’t going to last five seconds once he got inside her.
She traced one of the loose feathers inked on his chest. She trailed to the ones on his biceps and explored those too. “Is there a significance to the feathers?”
He licked his fingers and shoved them between her legs. Not that she needed the extra moisture. She was slick and ready for him. He lined up with her entrance, pressed in.
“One for every man lost from my battalion,” he told her through his teeth. God, she was hot. And tight. Even as wet as she was, he couldn’t slam home without hurting her.
Her breath hitched. “There are so many,” she whispered.
“Can we talk about my tat later, Ells?” Fuck. “I need you to relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me. You promised me fast and furious.” She wrapped her legs around his ass. “Give me that.”
If his woman wanted fast and furious…
Using quick, short strokes, he worked his way into her. Once she’d taken most of him, he reared back and slammed home. Home.
“You okay?”
“Perfect.” She reached down and touched him where they were joined, making him see stars.
“Damn right, you are.”
He kissed her hard and straightened. He slipped his arms under her knees and tugged her tighter against him. She was so tight, so hot around him, he nearly lost his mind.
Over and over he drove into her. His Ellie. His wife was in his arms once again, and this time, he refused to fuck it up.
She cried out a second before her body clamped around him like a vice. A garbled noise tore from his own throat as he came hard enough to blur his vision.
Sweaty and panting, Booker released her legs, chuckling when they dropped like wet noodles. Bracing himself on his hands, he leaned down and kissed her.
She smiled. “Please tell me we can do that again.”
Booker laughed, his chest feeling lighter than it had in years. “Anytime you want, querida. Any. Time.”