Let’s get each otheroff.
Help me turn my brainoff.
“I can’t really do other people’s buttons,” I say, peppering kisses along his jaw toward his ear, my voice raspy. “I mean, I can do it but… slowly.”
“Take all the time you need,” he says, words parted by tender kisses on my neck that have my eyes drooping, weighed down by heady lust.
I move my left hand to the centre of his chest and find the first button of his shirt. I go down from there, one at a time, unbuttoning as best as I can.
Bo begins undoing my shirt. At first, I think he’s teasing me with a slow, seductive unravelling. But then I realise he’s matching my pace purposefully, clearly slower than he’s capable of for my benefit. Which isjustas sexy as if he was teasing me. Maybe even more so.
It is also, tragically, one of the larger romantic gestures of my life.
Once his shirt is open, I push it off his shoulders and down his arms, kissing feverishly as we go.
Once my shirt is off, I lean back and let my hands wander across his chest as my eyes drink him in. He’s got freckles across the tops of his broad shoulders and chest, sprinkling down his biceps before fading to just a few spots on his forearms.
I trace them with my hand, like drawing out constellations in the night sky as I lean in to kiss him again. He stops me by ducking his head lower, sucking at the top of my breast that has spilled over the cup of my bra.
I whimper, pushing my tits out toward him. His eyes flick up to me, watching my reaction as he kisses across my chest. My breath turns short and shallow as he tugs my flesh between his teeth and grips my hips tighter.
I place my right hand on the back of his head, desperately trying to take hold of his hair and keep him in place. Then shame creeps in. I drop my smaller hand off his head and over his shoulder, hearing the words of my ex loud in my ear.Don’t. No, use your other hand.
“I liked that,” Bo says, mouth and nose pressed under my collarbone as he kisses his way up toward my neck. He places my hand back where it was amongst his hair. I try my best to thread my short fingers through it, gathering as much as I can between my thumb and the side of my palm to pull.
Bo groans in response, so I do it again as he sucks on my pulse point under my ear, his hair brushing softly against my chin.
“I love how you smell,” I say, conscious of the panting breaths between us growing more urgent.
“You too. Like candied apples.” He presses his nose into my hairline, his lips against the edge of my jaw. “It makes me want to…” He tenses, his mouth opening and his teeth lightly dragging across my chin. “God,” he breaks the word into two syllables, laughing without humour.
“I want you,” I say breathlessly.
“Will you lie down for me?” he asks, gentle tone spoken against my cheek. “I want to see all of you.”
I nod demurely, moving off his lap and crawling toward the middle of the bed. Lying down, I soak in the feel of the luxurious linen on my bare arms and back. It’s all so soft that it turns me on even more. The feeling of the sheets against my skin and the sound of feather-filled pillows envelops me.
Bo moves to the foot of the bed, standing only in his black trousers. I watch as he takes off three rings without removing his eyes from my body. The rings clatter to the floor around his feet, but he doesn’t seem to care where they fall.
I rise onto my elbows, grinning in satisfaction at how Bo’s hair is already sticking up on all ends. It only gets messier as he rakes his hands through it again.
He’s losing his mind overme.
“Win,” he says, my name an anguished plea, shaking his head. “Fuckinglookat you.”
“Yes?” I ask, feigning innocence as my smirk only grows. I didn’t even say he couldn’t touch me or move closer, yet he’s distressed. He’s using all the self-control he has to make this last as long as webothwant it to.
Admittedly, I love this feeling. The power I’ve harnessed while laid out on my back. The way my body can turn someone crazed. It’s the most in control I ever feel, next to being in the lifeguard tower on the beach.
He points at my knees with both hands. “Open those for me, honey.”
Honey?Hmm, I think I like it.
I dig my heels into the mattress, popping my knees up as I slide my legs apart.
“Like this?” I ask sweetly.
“Yes,” Bo answers, teeth bared around his knuckles. “Just like that,” he says slowly before flicking his hair out of his eyes.
