Chapter 13
Windsor didn’t know what to make of Silas Bohannon. He seemed too good to be true. But if that were the case, she’d find out sooner or later. And right now, she was much more interested in everything he had to give.
He was gorgeous. Even she wasn’t immune to his shaggy dark blond locks that she buried her fingers in or his piercing eyes the color of jewels that caressed her face.
His words had melted some of the ice that had formed around her heart, but the combination of those words, his body, and his face had melted her panties.
His shoulders were broad and hard, like the ridge in his pants, which she wasn’t too proud to dry-hump like a teenager.
Something about him set her at ease and made her feel like she was completely safe with him. She didn’t need to keep a lid on her inhibitions. She could just … let go.
His fingers curled into her ass, gripping and kneading it through the denim.
Windsor couldn’t wait to have those strong, capable hands on her skin.
As the thought entered her mind, he lifted her again, standing with her ass cupped in his hands, before spinning and tossing her into the center of the giant bed.
“Wha—” she said as she landed softly on the pillow-like surface.
“Too many clothes on, sweetheart.”
His fingers went to the button of his shirt, and she went silent, levering up on her elbows and blowing hair out of her face so she could fully appreciate the show that was coming.
She would probably not tell him she’d bought the movie on DVD where he stripped in front of the camera … and she’d watched that particular scene over and over again.
His body is like art … and I’m an art lover. So what?
As the yellow-and-brown flannel shirt parted, instead of his golden skin, she saw a ribbed white tank top, stretched wide by his well-developed pecs. It hugged him in all the right places, and yet she impatiently waited for him to toss the flannel to the floor and strip off his shirt.
“Hot damn …” she whispered. Better than the movie … way better …
At her words, his gaze intensified, and matching heat flared between her legs.
He didn’t look at the camera like that.
“Can I …” She paused when he reached for the button on his black pants.
“Can you what?”
“Never mind. Continue …”
His smile, full of humor, lit his gaze to new levels of sexy.
“By all means”—she waved him on—“carry on. My apologies for the interruption.”
“Can you what?” he repeated, taking a step toward her.
Windsor swallowed, but her mouth was dry because her eyes got stuck on those V-lines that disappeared beneath the pants he was currently unbuttoning.
“Touch.” The word came out like she’d forgotten what it meant.
His smile tugged his cheeks wider. “You like what you see?”
She nodded silently, but with appreciation.
“I figured you’d be blasé about abs by now.”
She shook her head. “Not about yours.”
His thick pecs bounced a little as he chuckled and took another step toward the end of the bed. “You can touch anything you want—real soon.”
His button fly opened to reveal black boxer briefs that read Armani on the band. As he shoved the pants down, she felt like she was watching the world’s sexiest underwear commercial.
“I can’t believe you’re not in their ad campaigns,” she whispered absently. “They are missing out …”
The bulge against the front jutted out, as if testing the endurance of the fabric.
Hot. Damn.
“I’ll have my manager let them know.”
She nodded silently again as his thumbs hitched into the waistband. She held her breath until he shoved them down. With a whoosh, she let it out, and her mouth dropped open.
“Holy shit.” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but whoa.
Standing long, thick, and proud was the most gorgeous cock she’d ever seen in her life. Her eyes felt like they grew ten times wider as it bounced when he came toward her, first kneeling and then crawling between her open knees.
She didn’t even remember spreading her legs. It was like they had done it all by themselves as Bo and his magnificent member came toward her.
“Well, that answers that question.”
“What question?” His flashing eyes darkened with a smoldering heat.
“If you could possibly be the total package.”
His gaze dipped to his cock. “And?”
“Wow,” was all she could think to reply.
Wow. He’d take that answer from her.
“Your turn.”
But Windsor’s gaze was still glued to his package.
He leaned forward. “May I?” His fingers itched to lift the hem of her chamois shirt. Bo caught a flash of surprise on her face as he asked.
“By all means, if you want.”
“Oh, I want.”
As soon as she smiled, he lifted the shirt up over her head and arms and was one step closer to the promised land.
Her gorgeous breasts were encased in golden-yellow lace—and it needed to go before his rough hands tore it to shreds.
Within seconds, it was gone, and he was reaching for the button of her jeans.
Without speaking, she nodded and then lifted up for him to peel them down her thighs.
He tugged upward, tilting her feet toward the ceiling, and she fell flat on her back as he stripped the denim away.
Her golden-yellow lace panties left nothing to the imagination as he tossed her jeans aside.
He hooked his finger under the front lace panel and slid it downward, wanting to know firsthand if she’d soaked them for him.
Drenched.
“You want me.” It should have gone without saying, but there was still a part of him that wanted to—needed to—hear her say it.
He stared into her baby-blue eyes, surrounded by a cloud of bombshell blonde hair as she bit her lip and nodded.
“So much.”
“Thank God,” he whispered, letting his knuckle glide along her lips as her mouth parted, and she moaned.
Her hips shifted under his touch, and her slick wetness coated the back of his finger.
“Bo …”
“Yeah, Win?”
“Don’t stop.”
He let the rest of his fingers glide along her, and she moaned again. Her back arched, and his attention caught on her tightly beaded nipples and shallow breaths.
She’s already on the edge, and I’ve barely touched her.
Liquid heat coated the back of his hand, and he knew he had to taste her.
With a tug, he snapped the lace strap of her delicate panties.
“I’ll buy you a drawer full of new ones,” he said in reply to her sharp, indrawn breath before tossing them aside.
He spread his hands on her inner thighs, making room for himself in front of the most gorgeous, bare pussy he’d ever seen.
Fuck, she’s beautiful everywhere.
Perfect little lips, smooth and soft and shiny with her desire. He couldn’t wait. He lowered his head and began to feast.