Reckless Abandon (November Blue, #2)(80)

My tongue finds the silky skin beneath her breast. I lick it feverishly, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. I could stay

inside her forever; she drives me numb and makes me feel absolutely everything all at once.

“More,” she moans into my ear.

Before laying her head back down, Ember’s lips capture my earlobe, sending shivers down my neck and arm.

“Damn,” I groan.

“Roll over,” she suddenly commands.

Reluctantly, I pull out of her and quickly flip to my back. She grabs the base of my dick as she straddles me, her eyes teasing. I

think she’s going to start slow, but she slides down on me hard. Her insides shock me like a million lightning bolts.

“November...ah ...”

“God, I love it when you say my name.” She leans back and rests her hands on my thighs as she finds her rhythm.

I grab her hips, admiring her perfectly shaped landing strip. She sits up, takes my wrists, and leans forward, planting my hands on

the pillow behind me. Ember’s breathless mouth lands on mine, her lips swollen with desire.

“Don’t move,” she instructs as she pulls away.

She shifts a little, so she’s squatting with me still inside her. Her feet are on either side of my hips, and she starts riding

the hell out of me.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she throws her head back. “Ahh.”

I’m under her control, and I have the best view in the house as I watch her breasts heave against her heavy breathing. Need takes

over and I reach down, pushing her knees out so her feet give way and I’m as deep in her as I can go.

“You don’t move,” I say with as much authority as I can manage.

Her chest collapses onto mine as I grab her tight ass and anchor my feet into the mattress. I thrust into her as hard and fast as I

can, making her moan loudly into my neck. I catch a whiff of her perfume from the back of her neck and it drives me near insane. I

lift her off me and roll her onto her back. Her hair falls carelessly over her breasts. She’s a goddamn dream.

Pushing faster, I lower my mouth to hers. Her sweet tongue takes over my mouth as I take over her body. She lets go of my arms and

claws at the sheets as she arches her back. She’s so damn close, I can feel it. Pulling my mouth away, I suck on one of her

nipples.

“Oh my God ...” she wails, her voice growing hoarse.

I suck hard, pushing deeper and faster inside of her until her entire body clenches around me like a fist and she screams my name.

I can’t hold it in. I bury my face between her breasts to keep from biting her nipple too hard as I come harder than I ever have

in my life. I stay inside her as we make out deep and hard, holding onto each other as tight as we can.

“I love you,” she whispers between shortened breaths. I kiss her breasts once more before pulling out of her. “That was amazing,

Bo.”

“You’re amazing.”

Ember props herself up on her elbows and rolls her neck side to side. I watch goosebumps pop up along her skin. I tug her into me

and shimmy under the sheets.

“So,” she asks, propping her chin on my pecs, “what now?” I smile and kiss the top of her head.

“Everything.”



*



Dawn breaks, as I lay awake, watching Ember sleep. I’ve been sitting here playing with her gorgeous hair for hours, listening to

her breathe as her soft cheek presses against my chest.

“Mmm.” She shifts slightly, nuzzling her chin closer to mine. Her lips seek mine before she opens her eyes, and I happily kiss

her back.

“Morning, Beautiful,” I speak onto her lips.

She opens her eyes. “I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you, too.”

“Don’t go anywhere.” She tightens her grip around my waist.

“This is my house,” I chuckle, “where would I go?”

Ember yawns before snuggling back down on my chest. “I mean ever.”

She falls back asleep and I’m left in the most perfect silence in existence.





Chapter Thirty-Nine


Ember



“I wish you didn’t have to go today,” Bo says, nuzzling into my neck while I pour coffee.

“Mmm, I know, but, I only have two days of work this week before taking the rest of the week to help Monica’s mom prepare for the

wedding on Saturday. Man, I can’t believe it’s already here.” I turn and give him a quick kiss before sitting at the table with

my coffee.

Bo sits across from me with a suddenly serious look on his face.

“Adrian called me.”

I clear my throat. “Yeah? When?”

“A few days after Rae’s funeral. He expressed his condolences, and then made a sizable donation to DROP.”

“That was nice of him. I haven’t heard from him since we broke up.”

“Seriously?” Bo’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Seriously.”

“He asked how you were doing when he called. He said he knew you and Rae were close—” Bo struggles through the sentence. This is

the most we’ve talked about Rae since she died.