Page 17 of The Boss

"Yeah? Well, what does the name Etta mean, anyway?"

Now I pull a face. "Ugh. Supposedly it means the ruler of the home." I sigh, my hand dropping to the bed. "But I've never had a home. Just lived in my mother's house – which she wouldn't let me forget for a second belonged to her, therefore her rules were law – and my father's, where he just tried to get me to do all of the work for him."

"I'm so sorry, baby. That's awful." His frown dissolves into another one of those grins that light up his eyes and highlight his perfect jawline. “Hey, I saw that you organized the junk drawer in the kitchen. I love that you’re making yourself at home here.”

“I figure any system is better than none. And it’s a lovely home. It deserves a system.”

Boss lifts my hand, placing it on his bare chest. The rhythm of his heart seems a bit quick for a man who's lying down. "This is what you do to me," he says quietly. “This is what happens when I think of you staying here in my home with me."

He leans closer, slipping his hands into the back of my hair, pulling us together for a soft, light kiss. It feels like I'm floating as our breath mingles and our limbs draw together.

He tips my head back with a groan, his mouth wandering all over my neck, my collar bones, the top of my breasts. "So sexy," he groans. "I'll stop in a minute, beautiful, I promise. Just let me admire you a bit longer."

This is the part where I can tell him what I want. Why do the words stick in my throat? The second he senses my hesitation, Boss pulls away. "I'm so sorry. I'll stop."

I shake my head. "That's the thing, though. I'm trying to find a polite way to tell you that you don't have to stop. At all."

A soft grinding noise emanates from his throat, and his dark eyes blaze. "Positive?"

"Yeah."

"And… You said you're on the pill?"

"Yeah."

His huge hand slides up, his thumb grazing my cheek. “Baby, I've been holding back. You’re so fucking sexy it's like I’m in a trance. It's like this side of myself didn't even exist until you appeared."

I nod. "I think that's what I feel, too."

"So…fair warning… If you tell me I'm allowed to let loose, I will."

My heel drags up his calf. "That's exactly what I want. I think I’ve wanted it from the first second we met."

He rolls me gently onto my back, his free hand kneading my hip. "A goddess." His sultry smile is melting my nervousness. Shivering under his touch, his fingertips stroking my hair, I feel like I'm falling into a haze. I can feel his firm, warm erection against me through his shorts.

"I might be brand new at this, but I think we need to get some clothing off first," I giggle.

Boss pushes the covers away, then slowly pulls off my tank top. My left nipple is exposed for barely a heartbeat before his lips fasten around it, licking and sucking gently as he pinches the other. I'm so aroused I’m dizzy. Can lust make a girl delirious?

He switches to the other side, and I'm so lost in the sensation of his tongue running across my sensitive skin that I almost don't notice he's peeling off my underwear and sleep shorts.

He sits back on his heels, staring up and down my naked body with a half-crazed grin. "You're very pretty," he says with a devilish smile. "Beautiful face. Sexy body. But when you're naked… I'm sorry, baby. The only words that come to mind are infinitely fuckable and mine."

Why do I love how possessive he is? And why do I love the contrast of his sweet and dirty words?

Every kiss with Boss has been different. This time, as he scoops an arm under me, holding us together, I feel something deep and sultry take hold. The material of his shorts isn’t thick enough to keep me from feeling the heat of his shaft pressing against me.

My legs spread, wrapping around him as he groans. One tilt of his hips and he's rubbing against me, the pressure lighting up every nerve in my body.

"Fuck, baby," he growls. "You're so hot. I don't even know if I'll last long enough to get inside you."

I grip the back of his shoulders. "You're telling me that you control this entire ranch, this land and these men, but you can't control your own…"

"Say it baby. I want to hear you say it."

I love how rough his voice is. The way his massive body tenses. Reaching down, I grab his ass. "Your cock. You're saying you can’t control your own cock?"

His thighs and hips twitch as his mouth devours mine. He kisses me so roughly it feels like my lips might bruise, but I want more. My thighs are starting to tremble and I feel my pussy getting ready to take him, even though he's so huge it might not actually work.