Page 66 of Swerve (Boosted Hearts 1)

“Why?”

“You ever heard of a purity ring?”

He frowned.

“Some people make the decision to hold off on having sex, you know, hold out for the right guy, husband . . . whatever . . . and they wear a gold ring. It’s a symbol of their commitment to stay pure for their future partner, and I guess so everyone knows that’s how they feel.”

“Okay,” he said, voice gruff.

“Well, what’s under the heart was kind of mine.” I forced myself to go on. “You remember Kimba?”

“Your crazy-ass friend in high school?”

“Yep, the very one.” That made me smile. “We were drinking, celebrating my birthday. She wanted to go out, find some guys to hook up with. She thought it was time to punch my V card.”

His eyes darkened, nose flaring. He didn’t like that idea. Not one bit.

I pushed on. “I didn’t agree. I convinced her to come with me to get new ink.” I motioned the heart he was still stroking, every swipe lifting goose bumps over my whole body. “It was the second tattoo I got.” Exactly a year after I got the Superman symbol representing Neco and what he meant to me. “My own version of a purity ring.”

He frowned harder. “Why’d you cover it?”

“A year after I got it, I realized I was wasting my time, my life, and decided to cover it and move on.”

He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple sliding up and down his throat. “You were still a virgin?”

“Yes.” My pulse started racing like crazy.

The hand not touching me was curled in a fist, veins, tendons, and muscles bulging. “When did you lose it?”

“Same night I got the heart.” I bit my lip. “Just some random guy, so I could get it over and done with.”

Another swipe of his finger. “What was it?”

“What was what?” I knew exactly what he was asking. I was stalling.

“The ink.”

“It was script.” My heart was going to beat out of my chest.

“What did it say?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Neco.”

His finger stilled, and his massive chest started pumping, nostrils flaring . . .

Then he just . . . dropped to his knees, cursing rough and low. A second later, his lips were pressed against the small black heart as he gripped the sides of my thong and dragged them down my legs.

He flung them aside and groaned. “Fuck, baby,” he said over and over, lips tenderly pressing against the spot he’d been touching, worshiping.

“Neco . . .”

He dragged me lower, spun me, so I was facing him, and threw my legs over his shoulders. My surprised squeal turned into a moan when he pressed his mouth against my bare, highly sensitive flesh, growling as he did.

“Ahhh.” My hand dropped to the back of his head, hips lifting all on their own, seeking more, and he gave it to me. Neco devoured me, like a man starved. Licking and sucking, lapping at my tender flesh until I was squirming and moaning helplessly. My big plans to seduce had worked, obviously. I’d just skipped the part where I got information out of him. Shit.

Then I couldn’t think anymore, didn’t really care, because he pushed a thick finger deep, seeking and finding my G-spot, sliding over it, again and again until I could barely breathe, my head full only of Neco and what he was doing to me.

My orgasm slammed through me hard, and I jerked against his mouth, shaking as he lapped at me, until the last intense pulse moved through my body. Then, lowering my legs, he reached back and yanked off his shirt, fingers tearing open his jeans. I barely had time to blink before he was on the couch, pulling me into his lap. He positioned me so I straddled his hips, so his thick, hard cock pressed against my bare pussy, making me shiver and squirm. His hands cupped my ass immediately, lifting me, and I reached down, taking his length, positioning him as he lowered me onto him. My mouth dropped with a sigh as he filled me, a whimper bursting free when he bottomed out.