Page 88 of Swerve (Boosted Hearts 1)

He slid his bent knee down and tugged mine apart, shoving his thigh back up against my now hot, aching flesh. I ground down against him.

He didn’t stop kissing me while we dry humped like horny teenagers. His hand slid down the back of my pants, cupping and squeezing my ass, skin to skin.

“Fuck, Ruby,” he said against my lips, pulling his hand free, moving it to the front. He tugged at the button of my jeans, shoving down the zipper, and then his fingers were between my thighs, sliding over my slick flesh. “Baby,” he muttered, on a rough exhale, then started rubbing my clit in a maddening way that had me panting. “Ride my fingers, sweetheart.”

I did, while I worked the front of his jeans open and shoved my hand inside, curling my fingers around his thick, hard length, and started stroking.

We attacked each other’s mouths after that, not stopping as we worked at getting each other off. He slid a finger deep inside me and I broke apart on a cry.

He cursed and his hips surged up and I knew he was about to come. Last time I’d had him in my mouth, he hadn’t let me taste him, and I wanted to taste him, more than anything. So, I slid down his body, before he knew what I was doing, forcing his hand free of my pants as I did, and sucked his cock into my mouth, as deep as I could take him.

His hips rolled up again, fingers tangling in my hair, fisting. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

The thick vein on the underside pulsed against my tongue, his groans filling the room as I sucked him deep over and over again. I shoved my free hand up his shirt, reveling in the feel of his abs bunching and flexing against my palm every time I sucked him hard, the way his solid thighs flexed either side of me.

Then his hips jerked and he started coming. I gloried in it, in his shout and growls, the way his body shook under me, and swallowed him down, everything he had. I sucked him until he started to soften, then finally I released him with a pop, and looked up at him.

His eyes were aimed at me and for the first time in a long time, they were warm, soft. It was a beautiful sight to see.

I grinned. “I take it you liked that?”

He dragged me back up, cupping my jaw, and tugged me down for a hard kiss, tasting himself on my tongue. When we broke apart, he stroked his thumb across my cheek, my chin. “I’m still trying to get it through my head that this is my reality,” he said. “That you’re finally mine.” He kissed me again softly. “That this is real.”

“Neco . . .”

“I’m not going to wake up in my bed alone and this be some beautiful dream, am I?”

I nuzzled his jaw. “If it is, I must be dreaming, too. Let’s make a pact never to wake up,” I whispered.

The softness in his eyes got even softer, and then we were kissing again, achingly slow, full of everything we were feeling.

He tightened his arms around me. “Ruby . . . I think we need to talk . . .”

Someone knocked at the door.

He cursed and I wanted to do the same. “Hunt’s here to pick me up.”

I nodded, wanting desperately for him to finish that sentence. He didn’t move straight away, kissing me again instead—until there was another knock.

I climbed off him reluctantly and we did up our pants. Neco strode to the door and yanked it open.

Hunter’s eyebrows were high. “What took you so long?” Then his eyes drifted to me and a grin curled his lips. “Hey, Ruby.”

My cheeks heated, guessing what I looked like. I reached up and ran my fingers though my hair. “Hey, Hunter.”

“Sorry to interrupt you kids, but we’ve got some place to be.”

Neco shook his head, ignoring his friend, scooped up his keys from the coffee table, then came to me and planted a hard kiss in my lips. “I’m not sure when I’ll be back. It’ll be late. Lock up after me?”

I nodded and offered a little wave when he turned back to me before he walked out the door.

I stared after him for a long time. I wanted more of that. Of the tender kisses, the beautiful moments.

But until we knew who was behind that website, Neco wouldn’t rest. We wouldn’t get our happily ever after.

Heading to our room, I quickly switched to my contact lenses, then changed into dark jeans and a navy long sleeve T-shirt, tied my hair back in a ponytail, and dragged on my jacket. I slid my gun into the back of my jeans, and my new Taser in my bag, then fired a quick text to Harry before I left, telling him I’d be there to pick him up shortly.

Scooping up my keys, I headed out.