I couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping my lips when I saw his defined and utterly lickable abs. His muscular chest was covered in a light blond fuzz that I wanted to drag my fingers across. His arms were a sculptor’s dream.
Boxer went for his belt next and the button of his jeans.
My eyes tracked his every movement until he was standing in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of army green boxer briefs.
I reverently touched the Blue Angels tattoo that graced the left side of his rib cage. I continued to examine him, grasping one of his hands and tugging on it so he was forced to straighten his arm. I wanted to study the sleeve of ink winding up his appendage. Flames started along his forearm and moved toward his bicep, morphing into a lion with a flaming mane. It looked so real, almost like a photograph, and I was amazed at how intricate and colorful it was.
On his other arm was a crow resting on barbed wire, a dying rose clutched in its beak. I peered closer, noting a tear dripping from one eye. It was evocative and full of emotion.
He linked his fingers with mine and dragged me closer.
Boxer was done with slow.
So was I.
He plowed his fingers into my hair to pull me toward him. “This’ll change everything,” Boxer said. “You know that, right?”
I nodded, even though I had no idea what he was talking about. But it didn’t matter because we were here, now, because both of us had chosen to be with each other.
His lips covered mine, and then I ceased to think at all. His tongue plunged into my mouth as Boxer urged me to the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress, and then I flopped down. He quickly covered my body with his, propping himself up on his elbows. Boxer didn’t give me any time to think. His tongue was back in my mouth and the scent of him wrapped around me, enveloping me in a haze of need.
He dragged his lips from mine to pay homage to the tender skin below my ear and neck. His stubble rasped against me, and I gloried in the whisker burn. I wanted a reminder of him tomorrow, when the sun rose, and I had put myself back in a box. But when I was with Boxer and his hands were on my body and his tongue was on my skin, I was reduced to a woman with no name. A woman who wanted only pleasure, only to live in the moment. A woman who didn’t care about tomorrow.
“Were you sore?” he asked as his hand slid over a breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
I sucked in a breath of air as sparks of pleasure shot from my nipple to my core.
“Answer me,” he stated, his voice low. “Every time you moved, every time you walked, did you remember what it felt like to have me inside you?”
“Yes,” I hissed out as he pinched my nipple.
He lowered his head and captured the other with his lips. He sucked and drew it farther into his velvety hot mouth. A hearty zing between my legs made me arch and press into him.
“You were so fucking wet,” he said around the nipple in his mouth. “Tell me you’re wet now.”
He let go of my breast and skated his hand down my belly, his fingers gliding into my thong. He rested his finger on the seam of my body and didn’t move it for moment.
“Boxer,” I demanded.
“What, Linden? Tell me what you want.” He grazed the tip of his finger against my aching, swelling flesh.
I thrashed against him.
“You want this?” he asked, exerting more pressure. “No? What about this?” He slid his finger down and then slipped it into my body. Boxer curled his finger, grazing that hard-to-reach place that caused my back to bow and my eyes to roll into my head.
“Yeah, you like that,” he chuckled, his breath coasting over my skin. He undulated his finger, and then gently added another, teasing me to the edge only to pull back again and again until I finally snapped.
“Enough.”
“Enough what?” His gray eyes were bright. “Tell me what you want, Linden, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you inside me. Now.”
“Not as graphic as I’d like, but I’ll take it. We gotta work on your dirty talk, darlin’.”
Boxer slid out of my body. With sharp eyes watching me, he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to bury my face between your thighs and make you scream.”