Reckless Abandon (November Blue, #2)(70)

He kisses me. A deep, hard, anguished kiss that curls my toes. One moan from his throat instructs me to open my mouth. I do. Bo’s

hand runs up my neck and his fingers fumble with the elastic keeping the hair out of my face. When my hair finally cascades around

my shoulders, he lifts me up onto the counter and pushes himself between my knees. Breathing hard through his nose, he grabs a fist

full of my hair, pressing me deeper into his mouth. I echo his movements by setting his face in my hands. After a few minutes, he

pulls away with a muted growl.

“Come with me.”

Hesitating, I touch two fingers to my swollen lips, as my legs swing free from the counter. Bo holds out his hand, but it’s not

pleading—he’s demanding my compliance. Sliding off the counter, I follow him wordlessly up the dark wooden stairs. I have no idea

if this falls under any category of appropriate, but he doesn’t seem to care. Bo begins unbuttoning his shirt, as his bedroom door

swings open. He nods his chin toward my body and speaks barely above a whisper.

“Take off your dress.”

I nod and guide the dress over my head, leaving me standing in my black bra and matching panties in front of Bo, whose raging blue

eyes stalk me as he takes off his pants. He walks toward me as I back up to the bed. I can’t believe we’re about to do this. It’

s been months, but his touch has never left me. The first time we were together in my apartment flashes through my mind as my

breath catches up with my body. I’ve craved him every second he’s been gone, but he never really left.

“Bo ...” I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I want this. Badly. But, like this?

He shakes his head as he repositions himself between my legs, his boxer briefs gone.

Scraping his fingers around my hips he tears off my panties a second before thrusting into me with such force that we cry out

simultaneously. He fills every essence of my being, and I’m rendered senseless apart from feeling him. I reach around my legs and

dig my fingers in his thighs, bringing him deeper into me as he anchors his hands on either side of my shoulders.

“My God, I’ve missed you.” Bo presses his forehead into mine, silencing any response I might have with a forceful kiss.

I raise my arms over my head and knot them through my hair as he pushes faster. Ecstasy cries out of my throat as he gently bites

my lower lip. If I’d had my eyes closed this entire time, I would still have known it’s him—my body knows him. Bo slows for a

moment, pulling back to look at my face. He looks absolutely broken. A tear finds its way down his face, clinging to his chin for a

moment before free-falling to my neck. Reaching up, I dry his eye with my thumb. He turns his cheek into my hand as I draw my hand

down his face, taking my thumb into his mouth for a second before burying his face in my neck, while he pushes harder and faster

into me.

My hips and legs go numb as I try to find traction by releasing my hands and raking them through his hair. It shouldn’t feel this

good at this moment, on this day, but it does. Oh my God, it does. Bo sits up on his knees, still inside me, and puts one of my

legs up on his shoulder, stretching every muscle in my body as he leans back into my chest. I moan into his mouth as I force myself

to silence the “I love you” brewing in my brain.

“You feel so good, November.” His eyes are closed and his face looks distant, as if he’s pretending we’re somewhere else.

He pulls out and grabs both of my hips, forcing them over wordlessly. I position myself on my hands and knees, sweeping my hair

over one shoulder. Bo kneels behind me and brushes his hand slowly from my hips and up the length of my spine, before gripping my

shoulder and entering me again. I grab at his bedsheets for balance as he slams into me over and over with low groans, gripping my

hips with both hands now. Grief, anxiety, lust, love, and missing the absolute hell out of him brews an orgasm within me so intense

that my arms give out and my shoulders press into the bed.

“Bo!” My scream is muffled into his mattress.

Bo’s fingertips dig painfully into my hips as his relentless pursuit of release nears its end. His movements become ragged as he

starts to pulse inside me and I know he’s close. I reach between my legs and rub him as he pushes in and pulls out. It’s his

breaking point. Bo throws his head back as he wails through me, collapsing onto my back when it’s over. He clumsily pulls out of

me and rests his head on my shoulder when I roll over, his ragged breathing filling the oppressive silence of the house. Within a

minute I watch the rise and fall of his chest even out, telling me he’s asleep. I lay motionless as silent tears roll from my

cheekbones, off my earlobes, and onto his pillow.



*



The sweet smell of Bo’s cologne lifts from the t-shirt of his I’m wearing. I tiredly fumble my way through making coffee. The sun

has risen again. At least we have that. The open windows on the first floor of the house usher in the sound of a car coming up the

driveway. I grab the jeans I was wearing the night Rae died and slide them over my hips as I walk to the door. Ainsley’s bleach-