Ten Days of Perfect (November Blue #1)(33)

I bit my lower lip and shook my head.

“Ember, if you were scared you should have told me.” He ran his thumb across my chin, but seemed anxious. “You said two of the guys. There were more?” he pressed.

“Yea, one more. He left after the rest of them. . .” I trailed off not wanting to recall the event.

Bo studied me carefully, as if I was a bomb ready to explode. He didn’t look convinced by my story as his eyes flashed with what looked like fear.

“I’ve had a really friggen intense week, here.” I held my hands up and darted my eyes around the room for affect.

“Hey, I get it. It’s OK.” He took a tense deep breath before continuing, “Let me help you take your mind off of it.” His own words relaxed his face.

Yes, please.

Bo parted my knees with his, and leaned into me, relaxing me back on the couch. I clasped my hands tightly around his neck; forcing his tongue into my mouth as he moaned. I poured all of my frustrations, anxieties, and passion into that kiss. I’ll show you a thousand lifetimes. I roughed his leather jacket over his shoulders, and he tossed it on the floor as I kicked off my shoes.

I could barely breathe in response to his touch. I didn’t want to think about words.

He pulled away, searching through me with his eyes, as only he could do. He scooped me into his arms and carried me to my bedroom.

“This is a little dramatic, don’t you think?” I rolled my eyes at this superfluous gesture, but secretly I loved feeling so feminine.

“Just let go a little Ember,” he said in complete seriousness.

“Let go? Right, because it’s so starch-collared to bust out my old guitar, sleep with a man two days after meeting him, and consider dropping everything to run away with him. I really must learn to let my hair down.” I giggled as Bo laughed loudly, setting me on my bed.

“I just mean you’ve got to get out of here,” he said as he tapped my temple.

“Just feel, for once. Don’t think. Feel.” He pressed against me.

“Like this?” I playfully grabbed him through his jeans.

“Ember,” he stifled a laugh, “I’m serious, turn the rest of it off.”

He moved my hand to his neck as he slid me up the bed. A quick moan escaped my throat before I thought about it.

“See? Feeling is good. Thinking . . . thinking is bad.” The corner of his mouth twitched in to a wicked grin before he focused his lips elsewhere.

Bo’s lips moved like they were sketching me into his long-term memory. Chills waltzed across my skin against his touch. Just feel. His words echoed through my body as I shifted underneath him, reaching for his shirt. Bo waited until both of his arms were out of his shirt - kissing me the whole time - before he paused to tug it over his head. I sat up to remove my tank and bra. When they were gone, he pressed back into me, the warmth of his hard, bare chest captured my innermost desires.

I reached for the button on his jeans, but once again his hand stopped me. He brought my hand above my head and planted urgent kisses down my arm and torso before stopping at my waistband. He popped the button on my jeans with his teeth, eliciting a gasp as my response. He removed his hand from mine and slid my jeans and panties down with care. As he stood on the floor at the foot of my bed, he dropped his jeans, sank to his hands and knees on my mattress, and crawled predator-like back between my legs.

His lips started at my belly button this time, and I sensed their final destination. Immediately, my hips started to shift, anticipating his arrival. As his mouth reached my inner thigh I grabbed his hair. He continued his oral exploration as I eagerly felt all he had to offer.

“Bo . . .” I needed more. More feeling.

Sensing my impatience, he quirked the hottest grin I’d ever seen as he kissed his way back to my mouth. Inexplicably, his pace slowed and he rested his forehead on my naked chest.

“I love this,” he sighed into my neck. “Just, this . . .you.” Did he just insinuate that he loves me?

“Hey,” I sighed in to the top of his head. When his Atlantic eyes met mine beneath his soft eyebrows, it was all I could do to keep myself from coming apart underneath him.

I pushed a little on his shoulders, forcing him to roll over. I parted his legs and sat between them on my knees. I sat back on my heels and stared for a minute at his flawlessly gorgeous body. It wasn’t just gorgeous for what I could see on the outside; but gorgeous for what I knew burned beneath the surface.

“What?” He smiled as he crossed his hands behind his head, elbows out.

The minute his lips moved, my intentions shifted and my shoulders sank at the feelings I had for this man who lay before me. I loved him, and as my smile of seduction morphed to one of love, my soul nodded. I told you so.

“What?” He repeated, now sitting up on his elbows, his head cocked to the side.

“Nothing.” I crawled overtop his body and placed my hands on either side of his shoulders.

Still, I stared. My mind just agreed with my heart for the first time in as long as I could remember, and I had no map for this course. I love Bo Cavanaugh. I didn’t push the thought down; I just let the feeling run through me like the waterfall love is intended to be: loud, dangerous, and beautiful. Bo broke my soak in the pool of adoration with his deepest kiss yet. They just keep getting better.

After a few minutes of our lips dancing to longing, desire, and unspoken love, I rolled off of him and onto my bed. He placed his arm around me and I snuggled into his chest, breathing him in. His chin rested on top of my head as I listened to him fall asleep; the rise and fall of his chest deepening, slowing.