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Her belly clenched. “Yes.Yes.”
He hoisted her up and set her on the hood of the truck. She sucked in some fast breaths, watching as he stripped her jeans and panties off with quick, jerky movements.
So sexy. She vaguely registered warm metal under her ass, but all she could see was the hungry man. She clenched her thighs together, but he pushed them apart.
“Got to get my mouth on your pretty pussy, Gemma.”
The dirty talk made heat arrow through her. “Yes.”
But first, he peppered kisses along her thigh, paying special attention to any fading bruises and healing scratches he found. His lips moved across her belly, then found the still-angry scratch on her hip. He kissed it gently.
Gemma moaned.
Then he gripped her knees, hauling her closer, and pressed his face between her legs.
She cried out, body arching. He made a deep, masculine sound and proceeded to eat her. She moaned as he licked her, then he flicked his tongue over her clit.
Oh. God.
He kept her spread wide, his hands sliding under her ass, holding her to his mouth. His clever tongue and mouth, lapping, licking and sucking. She couldn’t hold back her cries. The things he was doing to her…she’d never, ever had a man please her like this before. Like he was a little wild, a little desperate, like he couldn’t get enough of her.
She moaned, one hand sliding into his hair. She pulled him closer. “Oh, crap, Boone…”
She felt her orgasm coiling up inside her, ready to burst. He growled against her sensitive flesh and sucked on her clit.
“Don’t stop,” she cried.
He sucked harder.
One second, there was frantic need, and the next, she was flying. She screamed, the pleasure hitting her hard. She’d never come like this before.
She collapsed back on the hood, her legs clenched on Boone. She looked down at his dark head and watched as he licked her inner thigh. She quivered. His golden gaze met hers.
“Better than your chocolate cake.”
Gemma laughed. They were both panting, staring at each other.
He straightened and cupped her face in his big hands. “You won’t put yourself in danger again.”
“I will if it helps you. And if that earthshattering orgasm was supposed to deter me, you’ve got things very, very wrong.”
His lips twitched, his fingers sliding up into her hair. “You’re too damn brave.”
“I never have been before. But I won’t let these people kill me or you. Or Atlas.”
Responding to his name, the dog trotted over and nudged Boone’s legs.
“Oh, God, don’t let him see me,” Gemma cried.
“He’s a dog.”
“I don’t care!”
Shaking his head, Boone snatched up her jeans and panties off the ground, dusted them off, then handed them to her. “I’ll change the tire.”
“I’ll help.” She wiggled into her jeans, making sure Atlas wasn’t getting an eyeful. Thankfully, the dog was off sniffing around.
As Boone got the spare tire out, Gemma grabbed the jack and got it ready. Boone loosened the lugs with a wrench and eyed her.
