Page 14 of The Boss

"Don't know if I can.”

I stop moving my hands completely, making him groan. "Don't stop. God, please don't stop. Okay… I'm picturing your eyes when I thrust deep in your perfect pussy for the first time. I'm dreaming about you moving in here and living with me forever so I can protect you and care for you and give you everything you've ever wanted."

I was not expecting that in his filthy ramblings. Gently squeezing the head of his shaft, I murmur, "Keep going."

"I want my hands on your body twenty-four seven," he grits out. "Never imagined that I'd find a woman with such gorgeous tits and ass and hips and eyes and so sweet that I never want to stop talking to her. Never thought I'd find a woman who would make me realize this is it, she’s the one." His eyes screw shut as I gently stroke all the way up and down, barely touching his skin.

"Fuck, baby, this is torture. But you can do anything you want. Goddamn… When the time is right, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you. Make you come, over and over. Feel your perfect body pulsing all around me when you come again and again for me. Only for me. Forever."

His head dips to capture my mouth against his. This kiss is so raw and passionate that it takes my breath away. His mouth devours mine, as his hips begin to shift, trying to fuck my hand, searching for just a bit more friction.

Breaking off the kiss, I drop to my knees before he can stop me, taking his cock in my mouth while I firmly stroke the rest of his length. Licking and sucking as hard as I can, I look up to meet his shocked eyes as he grips the back of my head.

His body tenses up as he takes three strokes in my mouth, then he roars as his come bursts down the back of my throat. I sputter, swallowing the slightly salty release.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, moving slower now, clearly enjoying the sensation of my lips running up and down his shaft as the last few drops pump out.

Boss sinks to sit on the tile with me, gathering me into his arms as the water splatters across the back of his shoulders. "Etta," he rasps. "That was hands down the hottest fucking thing that's ever happened to me in my life."

"Good."

He looks into my eyes carefully. "Beautiful, I'm sorry – I don't remember everything that I said. I was babbling. If it included anything about fucking you hard, I'm sorry. I don't mean to scare you, and I don't expect that from you. Whenever you're ready, if you’re ever ready for that with me, I'll be as gentle as you want for as long as you want."

I'm glad that there's so much steam around us. It’s hiding how my eyes have turned glassy. It’s beyond touching that he's so careful with me. Protective.

“Will you sleep in my bed tonight?” he asks. “So I can hold you while you sleep?”

“Yeah.” I grin as we rinse off, then he bundles me up in a thick towel, drying my hair with a smaller one.

I already feel so at home with him. The bond between us is both comfortable and electrifying – especially as I curl into his powerful arms, half on his chest, as our breathing calms down together, finding a slow, steady rhythm.

Even though it's a decision I should sleep on for at least one more night, I already know that Boss is the one. We belong together, even if it's only for a few weeks.

And my first time is definitely meant to be with him.

8

BOSS

I’m still filled with the rush from that incredible shower last night as the scent of fresh coffee slowly brings my brain online.

I had no idea that I had fallen into such a dull routine until Etta burst into my life to shake me out of it. Simply cooking breakfast for her is now an energizing task. Making coffee for her. Considering which chores today will help her get to know Rusty Hill a bit better.

As we’re tidying up after breakfast, I ask, "Would you like to go into town? I should stop by the bank to check on some things. If there's anything you need, most of the stores are a three-minute walk away from it."

Etta smiles. "Actually, I've just finished the book I was reading. Maybe I could pick up something new." Her smile drops. "But is the road fixed?"

"Kind of." I flash her a grin. "It's still too blocked to get the truck through until late this afternoon. But we can take something else."

Forty-five minutes later, I'm already addicted to the feeling of Etta’s hands gripping me around the waist. I love the way she clings to me tightly. Love the way she squeals every time I hit a slight bump with the four-wheeler. It's got huge off-road tires, and I'm driving very carefully, but she's not used to this sort of thing. I get it.

We can't really talk with our helmets on, but I reach down to squeeze her outer thigh now and then.

We roll into town and I park right in front of the bookstore. I help her off the ATV and she laughs as she pulls off her helmet and runs her fingers through her hair. "Am I a mess?"

Setting both helmets on the seat, I wrap Etta in my arms, kissing her much more deeply than is appropriate for the main street of town. She hums out a soft moan, gripping the back of my shoulders. "Was that because we couldn't kiss on the ride here?"

"Yes. Also, to let every man in town know you’re mine."