Chapter Eleven
Nina couldn’t quite believe what she’d just done with a near stranger — in an outdoor shower, no less. She wasn’t about to excavate her spotty memory for sexual adventures, but if she did, she was pretty sure there wouldn’t be too many. And, wow. She’d never felt that good in her life. That sensual. That much of a turn-on to a gorgeous man.
Boone puffed against her neck as if he’d been the one to come to a screaming orgasm under her touch. Nina wasn’t sure she could reciprocate by giving him the same level of pleasure, but she sure as hell was ready to give it her all.
“So good,” she whispered, kissing his ear. Winding her leg behind his, ready to feel him inside.
“So beautiful,” he said, running his fingers through her hair.
The funny thing was, his lips didn’t seem to move, but she heard the words clear as a bell in her mind.
“Should we go inside?”
“Gotta dry you first,” he said with a hint of a naughty smile.
She grinned. Even naked in what might have been an awkward, post-sex moment, she felt perfectly at ease. As if they belonged together. Forever.
The palms swayed in the sea breeze. You do belong together. It’s destiny.
She shook her head a little. Obviously, that hard an orgasm could play with a woman’s mind.
“How about I dry you?” she asked.
When Boone handed her a big, fluffy towel, Nina’s breath caught in her throat. His eyes were glowing — okay, probably just mirroring the sunset — and his mouth opened a crack as if she was the most beautiful thing in his field of vision. Not the mighty Pacific, rippling behind her. Not the lush tropical garden all around, chirping with hidden life. Not the colors of the setting sun, splitting into shades of orange and red. Her. She was the beautiful part of that scene.
She pulled the towel slowly, and Boone let it run through his hand, as if reluctant to let go of the magical moment. Then she smiled and circled her finger in the air.
“Turn around.”
He arched an eyebrow in a question.
“The better to kiss you. Touch you. Explore you,” she murmured, channeling her inner vixen.
“You’re like the big, bad wolf,” he commented, grinning at some inside joke.
“Ha. That would be you, mister. Now turn around.”
His smile stretched — definitely the naughty beach dude now — and he complied. Nina took a deep breath. With a back that broad, where should she start? She spread the towel and wiped the water from his shoulders. A damn shame, in a way, because the beads of water highlighted every thick line of muscle. Then again, she did get to trace every inch of him over and over again.
“Still wet, huh?” he chuckled a minute later when she was still at it.
“I don’t want you dripping water all over the house.”
They both laughed. His cottage was hardly a prim, tidy place. The floor was strewn with sand, not to mention wayward leaves blown in by the wind. But that’s what she loved about the place. And in Hawaii, unlike New Jersey, you could get away with that. Being inside Boone’s home still felt like outside, like part of the landscape.
She worked the towel lower, following the slabs of his lats to his lower back. When she smoothed the towel over his firm ass, she couldn’t help imagining all that power helping him thrust into her again and again.
Boone’s nostrils flared. Was he imagining the same thing?
She draped the towel around his hips and reached forward to stroke — er, dry — his cock. It stood at attention, and she gulped hard. Would he even fit inside her?
Then she remembered how easily she’d stretched under his fingers and decided she couldn’t wait to find out.
Boone put his hand over hers and helped her find the perfect rhythm of up and down. Slow on the downstroke, faster on the return. A little like the water sliding over the sand — a forward rush, then the slow trickle back to the source. She repeated the motion, holding her thumb at the cleft of his cock until she’d stroked far enough away that her fingers couldn’t spread any farther. Boone tucked his chin, either watching or closing his eyes to concentrate on the sensation.
Nina watched in wonder, amazed at herself and at him. When had she ever felt the confidence to handle a man this way? When had she devoted so much time to relishing every inch of such a toned body? Sex had always been something she did in the dark, and it was never quite as good as people made it out to be.
Except now. With Boone, the pleasure stretched on and on, and she was every bit his equal in determining what step to take next. Like suckling on his shoulder as she pressed her breasts flat against his back. Scraping her body up and down against his like a wild animal marking its turf. Boone was definitely rubbing off on her in his little quirks, and once again, she was tempted to toss the past away and start a new life from scratch.
Boone caught her hand and held it still.
“No good?” she asked.
“Really good,” he murmured, turning in her arms. “But I don’t want to come anywhere but inside you.”
His voice was raw and hungry, and his eyes shone.
Nina’s jaw swung open. Was he really talking about her and not some goddess of the night?
“Let’s go inside,” he said, pulling the towel from her hands.
“Okay,” she managed, which would have translated to Yes, lay me on your mattress and love me hard, baby if she could have worked that many syllables off her tongue.
Boone slipped an arm around her, and they turned to the bungalow. Up the four stairs, through the wide-open doors, and over to the bed, where he leaned her back exactly as she’d imagined. She scooched backward to give him space and lay there, open to his feasting eyes.
“Coming, mister?” she joked, hoping he liked what he saw.
“Got to enjoy the view first.” His voice was all gritty and hard.
Nina’s pulse skipped. That was plain old her, turning him on. And if he liked the sight of her laid out like that, he’d probably enjoy watching her a little longer.
She ran her hands slowly over her belly and toward her breasts, watching Boone closely. His eyes sparkled, so she continued, cupping both breasts and holding them toward him.
Boone’s mouth cracked open, and he licked his lips. Lips she wanted on her body very soon. But teasing felt good, too. Uncharted territory for her, but every touch, every action felt natural. Spontaneous. Right.
“You like the view?” she whispered, letting her knees fall apart.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she chuckled.
She circled her right nipple with one hand while reaching down with her left hand, touching herself. Opening her folds, feeling the slick heat that let her fingers glide so smoothly.
Boone touched his cock, making it so easy to imagine him sliding inside.
Nina slowed down, then sped up, and every time she did, Boone matched her pace. His gaze was sharp, his facial muscles set hard.
Nina circled her core and her breast at the same time, wondering how far she could take this. Wondering how far she wanted to take this. She was already panting and moaning inside. More ready that she’d ever been to have a man touch her. Take her, even.
“Boone,” she whispered, sliding her hands back to her breasts, then stretching back. Giving herself over to him completely, knowing his touch would be better than her own. “Touch me. Come to me. Please.”
His jaw pulsed as he watched her, and she had the distinct impression of a predator in the split second before a chase. Holding his breath, every muscle coiled. And a second later—
He dropped over her and captured her lips in a wild, out-of-control kiss. He consumed her. Dominated her. Savored her, moving quickly down her body in a series of hot kisses to her neck, nipples, and belly, where he paused.
Nina threaded her fingers in his thick hair and guided his head lower, answering his unspoken question. Yes, she wanted him to taste her. Touch her. Drive her wild.
Boone gripped a thigh in each hand, spread her wider, and dove in. The second his tongue touched down, she howled. Her hips arched off the mattress as he held her exactly where he wanted her, open to his marauding tongue.
Her staccato cries turned into a series of drawn-out moans, and she squirmed under his tight grip. Boone worked her with his fingers and tongue, making every contact a different flavor of ecstasy. The insistent push of his tongue against her clit, the circling of his index finger. The steady furrowing motion of his ring finger through her folds.
“Boone,” she cried, so close to falling apart all over again. “Yes…”
He lapped faster, pushed deeper.
Nina teetered on the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm, ready to surrender to the rush. At the same time, if she could hold out a little longer…
“Wait,” she murmured, suddenly sure of what she wanted.
Boone looked up with glistening lips, and a primal voice howled in approval. That was her on his lips. That was her, filling his eyes with animal desire.
“No more playing. I need you inside me,” she breathed.
Boone came to his knees, pulled a condom from the bedside table, and started rolling it on. Nina panted with anticipation, already relishing what she would feel. She considered lying back, wrapping her legs around Boone, and letting him screw her into oblivion. But there was something raw and animal about Boone, qualities that had jumped over to possess her, too. She wanted more than passive missionary position. She wanted to push against him as he came inside her. And the way he’d touched her in the shower told her exactly what they both needed just then.
She rolled, giving him her back.
“Like this,” she whispered, coming up on her knees and showing her ass. Wiggling it, begging for his touch.
She looked over her shoulder. Boone’s eyes widened, and he stopped in surprise. A moment later, his eyes flashed, and he unrolled the rest of the condom and clambered closer.
“How is it that you can read my mind, woman?” His voice was a deep growl.
Nina grinned. “Funny, I was going to ask you that.”
Boone’s hands clamped over her hips, tugging her back until she felt the jut of his cock. He was hard and erect, and she whimpered.
“Boone…”
With one smooth push, he was inside her, stretching her to the limit. Tears filled her eyes, stinging her the way his entry had. But her body craved the pleasure that came with the pain, and she urged him on.
“Keep going…”
Boone withdrew then pushed in deeper. Nina cried out in elation, though the pillow muffled the sound. She buried her face in it, focusing everything on the sensation of Boone gliding in and out of her body like a machine.
More, she wanted to beg. Harder.
Boone held her hips so hard, his nails scratched her skin, pounding into her again and again.
Deeper, she breathed.
His thrusts were so powerful, she had to brace her arms to keep from moving up the bed. The next time he pushed forward, she bucked back, and they slammed together, harder than ever.
“Nina,” Boone groaned.
She squeezed her inner muscles around him, clenching and releasing in time with his thrusts.
“Yes… yes…” she chanted to the rhythm they fell into. Passion might make her blind, but not deaf. She heard Boone’s lusty pants against her back. The slap of his balls against her skin. The echo of each one of her cries. And deep inside, that voice that urged her on.
This man is yours. Bond with him. Love him. Hold him.
Oh, she’d hold him, all right. Just as soon as they both succumbed to the tsunami of pleasure that was about to sweep them away.
He needs you, and you need him.
“Boone,” she moaned, pushing back harder.
She did need Boone — not just for this incredible pleasure, and not just to protect her from the evil in the world. She needed him to feel complete. To be able to celebrate life.
“Now,” she cried, looking over her shoulder. Tensing every muscle.
Boone withdrew, hesitated for a split second, then buried himself to the hilt. He threw his head back in a silent howl and went stiff all over as he released inside her.
Her mind exploded with light, and her blood heated. Her body shuddered uncontrollably as she rode out the high, stretching it out. Her orgasm came in waves, and Boone anticipated each new peak, pulling her closer to feel the breadth of his cock. He read her like a book, helping her eke out every last bit of the high.
A vague memory of another man tumbled through Nina’s mind. A man who grunted in selfish satisfaction and released her the second he’d had his fill. A man nothing like Boone. She shoved the image away — far away. Why dwell on that when she could focus on Boone, whispering in her ear and caressing her hips?
“So good,” he murmured, easing her sideways until they lay spooned together. He clutched her to his chest and ran his fingers lightly over her collarbone. “Did I tell you how beautiful you are?”
Nina’s chest heaved with a sweet sigh. “Maybe you can tell me again.”
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You make my wolf sing.”
She giggled. “Your what?”
Boone stiffened then moved quickly. “My wolf.”
He pointed to the tattoo on his arm and studied her closely, as if waiting for some tell. Did the wolf represent his soul? His past? Loneliness? She gave up trying to interpret it a second later, melting at the sweetness of his sentiment.
“Well, if I had a wolf, you’d make it sing, too,” she replied, snuggling closer.
He murmured in such a low voice, she barely caught the words. “Bet your ass I would.”
She play-slapped his hand, then curled her fingers around it. “Is that a promise?”
She was joking, but his voice was dead serious. “I promise. I swear I do.”
She nearly turned to face him, but she didn’t have it in her just then. Her mind was shutting down quickly, and all she wanted was to drift away in the heaven of Boone’s embrace.