Chapter 35
She opened immediately for him and met his tongue in her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and moaned—bringing him closer to her.
They were in her elevator but neither cared that the door could open any moment. "I am so glad you are OK-that he didn't hurt you again." His mouth left hers and started to nibble on her neck.
"No scars this time-physical or emotional," she replied bringing her hands to the back of his head, urging him closer and lower.
"I wish I could take that away from you."
"You're doing a pretty good job of making me forget," she breathed sharply as his hands cupped her breasts. "Yes," she pleaded as he unbuttoned her shirt and moved his hands inside her bra—finding and tweaking her nipples in an exotic rhythm. She leaned her body against him.
"Seely," she gasped as he thrust her so she was pinned between the back wall and him-and his erection pressing into her.
"Yes Temperance?" he teased, his lips slowly leaving her shoulder to her breasts and nipple, replacing his fingers.
She shuddered into him—tempted to let him have his fun. But there would be time for that later—now she needed him. She brought her hands to his zipper and freed him then lowered her pants.
"In a hurry are we there Temperance?" his voice husky he stopped sucking and glanced up at her.
"You are too," she grinned and brought his head up for a kiss as he pushed himself into her. There tongues crashed and fought with each other, occasionally stopping to graze over lips and teeth as they thrusted into each other finding a quick rhythm then slowing down and back to fast-paced again.
When at last they came—amazingly and gloriously in sweat—they came together. Though she was leaning against the wall, Brennan still relied on Booth's arm to hold her up and she leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder.
"That," she sighed "was amazing."
"Mmmmm," he mumbled in response—not really having any sense to make an intelligent or witty comment in return. Their breathing slowed and the first one to realize where they were and what they had just done. "Booth," she pushed him away a little bit more roughly than she had intended and pulled up her pants.
He looked at her slightly confused until he heard a ding. Quickly and biting a curse, he spun around, pressing the close door button while pulling up his pants. "Bones?"
"I'm good."
He let out a sigh and released the button. As a couple came on, they rushed out—only to find they were on the tenth floor.
"Stairs." They both agreed at the same time.
Booth drew in a breath as she whizzed past him-a tiny switch in her shoulders as she walked past the only indication that she was affected by what happened. If he had been anyone else, he would have missed it. If he had been anyone else, he wouldn't be with her. Thank God he wasn't.
Once the cold air hit them as they walked outside, Booth let out a hiss.
"What is it?" Brennan immediately looked at him.
"Nothing, it's fine." Her eyes widened in recognition when she saw the bullet hole in his chest.