Ten Days of Perfect (November Blue #1)(19)

Any other sexual experience I had up until this point was focused on the intercourse itself, getting there and hurtling through it until a climax on his part, and acting on mine. It was hard to omit a comparison to Adrian, when everything about Bo, and his touch, and his kiss, was so staggeringly different. I mattered to Bo; it wasn’t just my body he was trying to please - it was my spirit, my soul, my core.

“Bo . . .” I turned my face just enough to speak. He pulled his head back and looked at me.

“Are you OK?” His thumb crossed my lips.

“Perfect. God . . . Bo . . .I want you.” My body was trembling under him, begging me for a release.

Bo’s lips turned up at the corners as he reached for the condom that was lying in wait on my other pillow.

“Are you sure, November?”

“A hundred percent.” I wound my arm through his and gripped the back of his head, pulling his mouth to mine for a reassuring kiss.

Bo sat up to roll the condom on. He replanted his hands on either side of my shoulders. My knees rose higher as he kissed me from my ear to my navel once more. I shifted restlessly beneath him, anxious to feel him inside me.

We moaned simultaneously as he slowly and carefully entered the deepest part of me I could physically offer. It took no time at all to find a rhythm, as if we were made to do this with each other only. I lifted my hips to meet his movement, and he hummed through clenched teeth as he increased his speed and pressure. I braced myself on my headboard as I arched my back.

“Bo,” I panted as my breath ran out of control.

He slowed for a minute, studying my face carefully.

“No. Don’t stop.” I hitched my knees up as I spoke, forcing him deeper in to me.

“Ahh . . . Ember, Jesus!” He cried out in ecstasy as sweat rained from his forehead, splashing gratuitously across my breasts.

We resumed our rhythm, and our rise to perfection. He offered all of himself as he kissed my neck and chest. He slowed almost to a stop, forcing me to open my eyes; when I did, I saw him staring back at me. His pupils swallowed my form as they worked over me and spoke with ocean blue words. His regard pulled me out from inside myself. He seemed to drink me in - it was invigorating.

Oh my God. November, you love him.

My climax began its swell from deep in my body; I released the headboard and dug my hands into his tight back once more. His pace resumed, and I kept my hips moving beneath him until I felt all the muscles tense across his rock hard torso. He was close. I sat up, and with skillful expertise I rolled him beneath me. The surprised look on his face nearly sent me over the edge, but I maintained my grip on reality. I clasped his wrists above his head and slowly rode him as my tongue hunted through his mouth. I carried his hands to my hips and he responded dutifully, guiding me up and down. His fingers buried into my hips as he moved me faster. I wanted to bring him there. I drew my knees out as far as they would go, forcing him as deep inside me as he could be. I was there.

“Bowan!” I wailed as my insides tightened around him.

“Oh my god, Ember, I’m…ahh.” He heaved beneath me.

My climax carried on to a foreign destination as I leaned back. Bo placed his hands on the front of my thighs, quickening his hips beneath me. He flipped me onto my back, and in another minute he was pulsing through me with audible satisfaction.

He carefully slid out of me and drew his forehead down my body as his heart jumped through his chest.

“Fuck,” he said into my stomach, “I’ve never felt . . .”

“Yea,” I tried to catch my breath, “me either.”

You love him. You are holy-shit in love with him.





Chapter Seven

I’d slept so heavy, that the sunlight blazing through my window at 6:45am startled me. Did I really sleep through the whole night, naked, with Bo in my bed? Or, worse, had I dreamt it all?

I jumped up and took inventory of my surroundings. Bo’s shoes were tucked under my bedside stand, and his jeans lay on the floor where I’d tossed them. I paused for a moment and breathed in the memory. Never had anyone looked at me with so much intention, or given me so much attention. My body held more memories. I felt him from head to toe; I had never felt this way before. Words I swore I wouldn’t use carelessly again - not since Adrian - pushed against my gated teeth. Despite their silence, their presence tore through my veins. It was all too heavy to evaluate at such an early hour.

A clink of glass in my kitchen startled me back to reality and I suddenly smelled coffee. I hustled over to my dresser and threw on an oversized t-shirt. I was about to head out of the bedroom, when I heard feet cautiously approaching my room. I gasped internally as he entered my room. Morning did him justice; his “morning after” hair was a perfect mess of wild ebony set against his light skin, and he wore only his boxer briefs. It was the only cup o’ Joe I needed.

“Did I wake you?” He seemed startled to see me standing there.

“No, not at all. For a minute, I thought you’d left.” I swayed back to the bed and hitched myself against the headboard, drawing my knees to my chest.

“What made you think I’d leave?” He flashed concern as he handed me a warm mug of coffee.

“I’m just surprised I slept so heavily. I’m glad you didn’t leave. How’d you know how to fix my coffee?”

“I saw the creamer in your fridge and took a guess.” He smirked as he slid next to me and mimicked my position.