Chapter 61
“ P lease say something.” My voice trembles. This is embarrassing. It was difficult for me to put myself out there. I’ll be devastated if Bo turns me down. Sharing my secret desire, I might have ruined our newly regained friendship.
“You’re a virgin.” His disbelief is evident and understandable, I guess, given my age.
“Yes.” I drop my gaze, but there’s no escaping temptation. Wearing only boxers, Bo is almost naked. His chiseled chest and ladder-like abs are only inches away. My heart races. I’ve never wanted anything more than him. He could crush me with one single word, and he likely will. “You don’t want me,” I rasp. Hurt strangling the air from my lungs, I stand. “I knew it. I shouldn’t have come.” Harmony was wrong. I’m not going to fly. I’m going to crash and burn.
“You’re wrong.” He grabs my hand. Rising, he twirls me around to face him. My palms land on his wide shoulders. His skin is velvety smooth. His muscles are hard, and his body is warm. I let out a blissful sigh as his strong arms band around me. “Can’t you feel that?” he asks. “I want you so badly that I’m shaking.”
“Oh.” I drop my gaze. My lips part in wonder as I stroke him. My hands sliding across the chiseled contours of his chest, I feel the shudder that goes through him. “Then why?—”
“I didn’t want to frighten you.” He wedges a finger under my chin and lifts my head. His gray-green eyes are a forest on fire.
“I’m not scared,” I say. But maybe I am a little. He’s the Bo I know, but he’s also a man, and he looks incredibly hungry.
“You should be.” His handsome features tighten to a honed edge. “I want to devour you.”
“Then do it,” I challenge. Meeting his gaze, my hair spills over his heavily corded arms. “I want you to.”
“You don’t have a clue the things I want to do to you,” he growls deep in his chest, and those low vibrations travel to a receptive spot between my quivering legs. “The things I’ve imagined.”
“I will if you show me.” I twine my arms around his strong neck and press my aching breasts to his hard chest.
“I’m all wrong for you, sweetheart.” He sits and pulls me down on the bed with him, pinning me with his intense gaze.
“You’re exactly right for me,” I disagree. “I’m already wet and aching for you.” I climb over his lap and straddle him, rocking that needy and throbbing part of me over his erection.
His control seeming to snap, he grabs my ass. “One night then.” He squeezes each globe in his capable hands.
“Yes,” I agree breathily. I’d agree to anything to have him.
“I’m leaving in the morning.” He holds my gaze.
“I know.” It hurts that he’s putting an end to us before we even start, but I’m holding back too. He doesn’t know that I’ll be leaving with him and the band in the morning. But I don’t confess, fearing he’ll use the information as an excuse to stop.
“Okay.” He palms my ass, kneading the rounded globes. Sparks ignite along my spine. “Let’s get this off.” He releases my ass and tugs on the hem of my T-shirt. “Hands up,” he orders.
“Yes.” I comply. Those sparks liquefy between my legs as he whisks off my shirt and tosses it aside.
“Fuck, you are sexy.” He stares at me half clothed, with my hair settling soft around my bare shoulders. “This is sexy.” He traces the scalloped edges of my bra.
“It’s new.” It’s one I rushed home to put on before coming over here. My breath catches as he runs the roughened pad of his thumb across the lace covering one of my nipples and then the other. Both harden to aching points.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” His gaze rises, his eyes gleaming with desire.
“Thank you.” I skim my thumbs across his dark brows and down his stubble-roughened cheeks. Eager to explore, I slide the tips of my fingers over his mouth. I hiss when he presses his firm lips to the sensitive pads. I’ve barely recovered from that spike of pleasure when his wet tongue darts out.
“Wicked man.” I abandon his handsome face and place my palms on his pecs. His skin is smooth and stretched taut over his contoured muscles. He’s also furnace-level warm. I want to curl into him and bask in his heat. Finding the tan coin of his nipple, I circle it. It hardens in response to my touch like mine does to his. I wonder if flicking it will make his cock throb the way my clit is.
“Naughty girl.” He captures my hand before I can test my theory. “I feel that in my dick.”
“I wasn’t done.” I have my answer, but I mew in protest. There’s so much more that I want to do and know about him, so much more of his body that I’d like to explore.
“You’re done.” Bringing my hand to his mouth, he peers at me through his spiked lashes and nips my knuckle with his white teeth.
“Bo.” I let out a moan when he licks my skin. Everything he does makes me hotter and wetter.
“My turn, baby.” He sets me on the carpet between his spread legs. Gaze dropping, he undoes my jeans. I hold my breath as he lowers the zipper and tugs the denim past my hips. “Hot pink suits you.” He dips his finger inside my panties.
“You touching me suits me.” I shiver, my heart racing in anticipation as his hand travels lower.
“You’re more than wet.” He soon discovers and tips his fiery gaze up. “You’re soaked.”
“I was wet the moment you opened the door.” I pull in a breath, watching him raptly as he brings his glistening fingertips to his mouth and tastes me.
“Hot like summer,” he says low. “Sweet like honey. Warm like the sun. Salty like the ocean.”
“You’re the moon. I’m the tide. I want you and have dreamed of you touching me like this,” I confess. “Nearly every night. I?—”
“On the bed,” he cuts me off. “Now.”
“Okay.” I shimmy the rest of the way out of my jeans and kick away my flip-flops.
“Not fast enough.” He smacks my ass. The skin stretched across my left cheek stings and more wet heat gathers between my legs as I leap onto the bed.
“Look at you wearing only a bra and panties in my bed.” His arms crossing over his chest, he studies me. Slowly, he drags his darkened gaze over me.
“You’re too far away.” I crook my finger. I feel like a new, bolder, and better version of myself with him. “Come.” I beckon.
He prowls closer. A predator stalking his prey. My heart hammers when he grips my knees and spreads my legs apart. I shiver with pleasure as the cooler room air rushes over my fevered flesh. “I imagined you like this, a feast spread out for me.” He moves between my legs, smoothing his hands along my thighs and setting my skin and me on fire.
“When did you imagine it?” I ask, wondering if this is a recent development brought on after our kiss.
“Too long ago for it to be appropriate.”
My eyes widen.
“Yeah.” He reaches around me and deftly unhooks my bra. “Told you I’m bad.” Tossing the lingerie aside, he drags the back of his hand across my tight nipples. The stiff peaks throb, begging for more of his attention, but he has other things on his mind.
“I’m nearly always on the wrong side when it involves you.” He grabs the edges of my panties and rips them off me. But his gaze doesn’t immediately go to my naked body or the neatly trimmed pussy that no man has ever seen. His eyes remain on mine. “When I saw you backstage looking so beautiful wearing that sexy dress, I wanted to steal you away, take you somewhere where no other man but me could ever see you. Then tonight when you arrived at my door, I wanted to do this, strip you naked, lay you out on my bed, have you spread out for my pleasure.” He sweeps a possessive gaze over me, and I feel it, feel heat spark everywhere his eyes roam.
“Please, Bo.” I reach for him. Needing him desperately, I pull him toward me. “Kiss me. Take me. Put your cock inside me.” Make me yours.
He slowly smiles. “My beautiful naked girl who looks like a naughty librarian.” He removes my glasses. After setting them on the nightstand, he lifts my head and brings my mouth to his. Spearing his tongue between my malleable lips, he kisses me long and deeply.
“Bo.” I turn my head. Taking in much-needed oxygen, I breathe in his intoxicating, seductive scent as his lips skim the sensitive underside of my jaw. “I love when you do that.” I lift my back off the mattress, pressing my aching breasts deeper into his hard chest. Getting my fingers in his thick hair, I urge him to kiss me lower, where the ache is almost unbearable.
“What do you want, Peace?” He smooths my hair back from my face. “Tell me. I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you,” I say and that says it all. “Your mouth. Your body. Your cock.”
“You’re not really shy at all, are you, sweetheart?” He lowers his head. Nipping my right nipple, he then soothes the sting he created with a long, wet, and languid lick.
“I don’t feel shy with you.” I shudder as the heat from his tongue on my breast intensifies the throbbing inside my core.
“You’re a masterpiece. Created for my pleasure.” He lifts my hands over my head. Covering them with his own, he surveys me, naked and glistening for him. “Forged to fulfill my darkest desires.” He lowers his head again, swirling his tongue around one wet and aching nub, then the other. His cheeks hollowing, he sucks the tingling tip hard.
“I like that.” I whimper and then moan when he licks his way to the other side. “Bo, oh, Bo.” I lift my hips in sync with his suction. More wet heat pools between my thighs from each swipe of his tongue.
“You’re so beautiful.” He releases my right nipple and goes to the left. Another needful moan escapes when he latches on. He’s relentless, but I can’t get what I really want with him restraining me.
“Bo. Please,” I beg. I tingle and yearn. Each twist of his lips, each lash of his tongue and deep pull from his mouth makes me swivel my hips and ache deeper. “Fuck me now, please.”
He releases me and shifts. Twisting his muscular body to the side, he gets his boxers off and kicks them away. I only get a brief glimpse of his cock. Enough to see that he’s gorgeous but so large it gives me pause. But he doesn’t pause. He rolls on a condom. I was so absorbed in him, in this, in us, that I didn’t even notice him placing the foil packet on the bed.
“It might hurt a little,” he warns as he spreads my legs and moves between them.
My eyes grow wide and my heart thumps with trepidation as he notches the crown of his impressive cock inside.
“You’re beautiful, Peace.” With his praise, he becomes my sole focus, not my worry about his size.
“I feel beautiful with you.” I begin to smile. Bo Jackson naked and inside me was worth waiting for.
“You are beautiful.” He fits his mouth to mine. I melt as he kisses me. Nothing seems out of the realm of possibility with us together and his lips on mine.
While his tongue strokes my mouth, he inches his hard cock deeper inside me. He feels so good, stretching me and filling me until he meets the barrier of my innocence.
“Bo.” I suck in a sharp breath. My eyes burn from the sting.
“Stay with me, pretty girl. My girl,” he murmurs against my lips. Gazing up at me as if I’m his entire world, he tenderly brushes my hair back from my face.
I am his. Now. In this moment that will too quickly become a memory, but a memory is something I’ll always have. No matter what happens afterward.
“I’m with you.” I breathe out and relax. I surrender to him and the slight burn subsides. He refits his mouth to mine. His kisses are deep, drugging, and delicious.
I’m hot and wet when he starts to move again. Slowly at first. Shallow thrusts that tease. Then longer, deeper ones that make me ache. Grabbing his tight ass, I move with him. Desperate for the tantalizing release that shimmers just out of my reach, I race my hands over his passion-slicked skin. His muscles bunch beneath my touch.
“Peace, baby.” He fucks me harder. His body forcefully and masterfully possesses mine. “You feel so incredible.”
He does. He feels incredible. Unable to vocalize, I raise my hips to deepen each thrust. On fire, I press my mouth to his jaw, his shoulder, his chest, and the protective heart that thunders within it.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He tunnels his hands underneath me. Grabbing one of my ass cheeks in each capable hand, he lifts me into his next thrust.
“Bo,” I cry out as he hits that perfect spot that sets all of me ablaze. “Do that again. Please. It feels so good.”
He grunts and hammers into me. Passion drives him. Passion for me.
“Oh, Bo.” I crescendo, lighting up as he stiffens inside me.
“Peace. My Peace.” Pulse after white hot pulse, he crescendos too. He fills me with his passion and his heat.
I want to say the words as I fly apart, and he flies with me. We’re one single shooting star in our own private universe. Being his is the pinnacle of all my desires. But I don’t say the words, knowing being mine isn’t the pinnacle of his.