Demon Fire (Angel Fire #3) - Marie Johnston Page 0,69

nightstand by the TV they’d learned didn’t work the night before. His dark gaze anchored her in place.

Her shirt was bunched above her exposed breasts. Was he going to stop? Was it all in his head? Had seeing her in the dusty, dim light of the room trashed his libido?

“Boone?”

“I just want to look at you. I’ve been trying not to for months.”

A smile played over her lips. Fast hookups and self-hate sex didn’t compare to making out with Boone. “You want this too? Despite everything.”

He blew a breath out. “I want you more because of everything.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head, then took his time unbuckling his pants. He hesitated before he pushed them down. “But, Sierra. I haven’t been with anyone for years.”

And he wasn’t sure about breaking his abstinence with her?

“I . . . might not last long.”

Oh.

She sat up, propping herself on her hands behind her. “Boone, this is already the most special time I’ve had with another person. I don’t care if you last half a minute or half an hour.”

She must’ve said the right thing. He shoved his pants down. His erection sprang free and she automatically widened her legs.

Once he’d put his clothes next to hers, he crawled over her and she eased to her back. He didn’t shove her knees wider, or attack her breasts. He caught her lips again, taking his sweet time.

She melted, wrapping her legs around his strong hips. Again, he didn’t thrust in. His cock stroked her wet core as she undulated her hips, and still he kissed her, slow, unhurried. When he moved the arm that he’d held himself off her with, she thought he’d finally enter her. But he cupped her face.

She whimpered and his chuckle reverberated through her. Just when she’d thought she couldn’t get needier.

Finally, he adjusted his hips until his broad head nudged her entrance. Her fingers curled at the exquisite pressure, her nails digging into his shoulders. He pushed in as leisurely as he was doing everything else, driving her out of her ever-loving mind.

She didn’t deserve this in all the best ways. A man who took care of her. A man who saw to her health, her safety, her pleasure, her state of mind.

How could she . . . How could she ever be worthy of a guy like Boone?

She was selfish, doing this. Greedy.

But as he seated himself inside, she’d never felt more complete. This man filled her like never before. She forced her nails out of him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, enjoying how close they were. Then he moved, and the pleasure grew with each stroke.

“Boone,” she moaned. Each slick stroke took her higher than any other peak she’d had before.

He braced himself on his knees and one arm, lifting her leg with the other. “God, Sierra. I can’t—”

He stroked his hand up her thigh and didn’t stop until he brushed a fingertip against her clit.

She cried out, her body bucking against him. All he had to do was lay his hand at her center and she worked the rest as he thrust in and out.

His body was shaking. He was holding back until she climaxed. She circled her hips as he slammed in. That was all she needed. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she called his name. Her body went tight, but weightless. She soared on a wave of ecstasy, feeling only pleasure. No pain. No worries. Nothing but what Boone wanted her to feel.

He roared, curling around her but not crushing her. Heat filled her as he released and she held him. She came down from the great heights he’d pushed her to.

That was the closest to flying she’d ever have again.

He couldn’t regret what had happened. He’d broken years of solitude because of Sierra, and he’d ended years of abstinence with her too. Logically, it was all wrong, but it’d never felt more right.

They’d spent the morning pleasuring each other. He’d given the shower a good scrub before they’d both gotten in and made love some more.

It was checkout time. They had to go. Dressed in the same clothing they’d worn the previous day, they counted their money. A couple hundred dollars. It’d get them another cheap room and something to eat, along with transportation.

But they had to get to a new hotel and checked in without being detected by any demons. They’d have her likeness by now. His too, but they thought he was a warrior. Between the accident