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THE SCENT OF RADLEYslammed into Boone as he strode back into her bedroom, her sheets and bedspread a tousled mess.His lips quirked.Someday he’d drag her right back to bed, but he’d seen the pain in her eyes from her bruised side.Today was not that day.While he’d thrill at making love to her in every way imaginable, he also wanted to take care of her.
He entered the master bathroom, his gaze skimming over the large shower and noting her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.Fluffy towels hung from the towel bars, and she had more perfume, makeup, and girly things on the bathroom counter.
He reached inside the shower, starting the water, and was happy to see that Radley had followed him from the kitchen.
She might like being in charge, but he wasn’t going to let her injure herself.
“Come ‘ere,” he said huskily, smirking as she dropped her robe and strode toward him completely naked.
Shy, she was not.
Boone quickly stripped as well, and Radley’s eyes on him made his blood heat.He kept in good shape, but he absolutely loved her eyes on him.“This is looking promising,” she teased.
He raised an eyebrow.“No funny business.Just lots of soap suds on your skin and hot water sluicing over your sexy curves.”
She licked her lips.“Uh-huh,” she said, watching his cock rise to attention.
Boone ignored his body’s reaction to her, guiding Radley into the shower.She made a show of moaning, caressing her breasts as she stood under the spray, and he cursed.His little kitten was more of a vixen.
He was going to be permanently hard around her.
Boone grabbed the shampoo bottle and began washing her hair, ignoring the sad eyes and playful sounds of protest at him ignoring her delectable body.He began to massage her scalp, and then she relented, finally relaxing into his touch.
“Good girl,” he told her, and she smirked.
Boone held her to him but cupped one breast, his thumb lightly strumming over her nipple.It pebbled beneath his touch, Radley whimpering.The sight of his hand on her womanly flesh was arousing.Her skin was flawless—nothing but smooth, creamy satin.His own muscled hand looked rough in comparison.And wasn’t that the crux of it.Boone was hard everywhere she was soft, even a little rough around the edges compared to her polished sleekness.
And he couldn’t keep away from her.
Radley shamelessly arched back, rubbing herself against his stiff cock, pushing her breasts further into his hands.Boone cursed, letting his other hand trail down her flat stomach, his fingers parting her pussy lips.
She was wet for him.Ready.Wanting.
Boone stroked her gently, listening to Radley’s sweet whimpers and moans.“Do you need to come, sweet girl?”he asked, fingering her slowly as her body grew hot to his touch.The warm water sprayed over them, and having a wet, naked woman in his arms was driving him wild.
“Boone.”
He nuzzled her hair, holding her to him.“You’re a vixen.A goddess.And so very much mine.”
He sank two fingers into her, listening to her low moan of pleasure.The water continued to pour around them, the steam-filled shower making it feel like they were in another world.Boone pumped into her slowly, gently.
“Harder,” she pleaded.“More.”
“You’re hurt,” he told her, but his thumb slid over her clit, the new sensation causing her to gasp.
Boone pumped his fingers in and out, stretching her slick inner walls.Radley began to pant in his arms, clinging to him, her entire body flushing from his attention and the heat from the water.“You’re such a good girl,” he crooned.“You’re not going to come until I tell you to.”
He took her faster, leaving her gasping for breath.He was bringing her close but not quite there.
“Boone—” Her voice was choked.Desperate.
“Not yet,” he said firmly, listening to her helpless pleas.His cock twitched, but he ignored it.This was about her—Boone’s command over her body.He rubbed her clit then stopped again, listening to her cry of frustration.
His hand cupping her breast toyed with her nipple, teasing her, forcing her to focus on the new sensation.The fingers of his other hand remained buried inside her wet, hot pussy, but he didn’t move them.
She was clenching around him, desperate, needing just a tiny bit more to fly over the edge.