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“Yes,” I tell him. “I’ll be yours for tonight, your woman for the taking.” I give him the sexiest grin I’ve got, hoping it pulls him back into the mood and holds him there.
He smiles back, but I can sense he’s not fully believing me. Just the same, I’m ready to get this show on the road. When I squeeze my thighs around him and lean in for his kiss, Bo’s ready to deliver it. I knew he wouldn’t let me down; he finds me as irresistible as I find him.
Heat radiates from Bo’s hands, as he pulls me tighter against him, and I lose myself in the smell and taste of him. Leather, clove, faint sweat, and an organic pheromone I can’t put my finger on…like sweet tobacco. The man almost smells sweet like a horse, enough to intoxicate me.
He moans and grumbles while we kiss, gradually pushing harder against me as I wiggle around him. I can tell he’s still reluctant or he’d have me on my back by now, but I’m happy to take the reins. I shimmy down his thighs and tug his hips, till he follows my cue and lies beneath me. Then I remove his shirt button by button and peel it off, unbuckle his thick leather belt, and pull his jeans over his muscles any way I can.
By the time he’s down to his briefs, I’m clamoring to get at the rest of him…watering at the mouth. But I hold back and straddle him again, deciding to first get out of my dress. I whip it off over my head and revel in the way Bo moans at the sight of me. Leaning to give him the full view of my boobs spilling out of the dark, lacy bra, I crawl forward to plant my ass right on top of his chest. He pants and heaves forward, but I remain just out of reach.
Bucking and grinding, twisting my hips inches away from Bo’s face, I know exactly what I’m doing. Pretty surprising for a woman who’s never done any of this before. I feel like a sleek, wild leopardess that’s been released from a cage for the first time, and my captive audience is the king of the jungle.
I tug the lacie thong away from my hips and roll it down enough for Bo to just see the top of my tuft, then pull it back up and play with it for a good minute before dismounting and turning myself around. Bo grunts and pants when I straddle him with my ass hovering right in front of his face. I roll my body on and off of his in a rippling motion, the way I saw a girl do on stage once when I visited a strip club with Holly, long ago. Little did I know I’d assimilated something that would come out of my own body one day. The feeling of Bo’s hands on my butt is sensational, as he massages and gently slaps it…occasionally brushing his knuckles up the middle, teasing me through the lace.
At last I stand up on the bed and unclasp my bra, dropping it to Bo’s face, then slowly slide my thong down over my hips and step out of it. Reaching over Bo’s legs, I peel his boxer briefs off and what bounces out is just as shocking as the first time I saw it. I still can’t believe I took that inside me, yet I remember everything about the way it felt.
I crawl up the bed, growling and purring, tickling Bo with the lengths of hair hanging down either side of me. Once I reach his middle, I give him the pleasure of a lifetime… employing all the skills I never knew I had. When Bo tries to pull me up, I resist…forcing him to starve for the taste of me. All I want is to serve Bo tonight, to watch him relax and receive, to try to demonstrate what this weekend has meant and how much power he’s ignited in me. I’ll never be the same.
After I’ve teased him to the brink of his tolerance, I climb up onto Bo’s hard body, mount him, and ride him like a rodeo mustang, frothing and feral, into the night.
The alarm goes off too early, but it’s not fatigue that hits me the hardest. I find it almost impossible to get up and walk away from Bo. I thought I could spend the weekend taking advantage of everything he had to offer and head back home relatively unscathed. But this morning I find myself tangled in a harsh combination of newfound inner strength and disgust with what I have to go home to. It’s like having my foot on the gas and the break at the same time.
Bo taps the alarm off and reaches out, wrapping his warm arms around me like huge jungle vines. My body disappears against him, so small and feminine. I don’t want to leave our love-cocoon, but I have to face reality before I go getting all emotional. He turns me around and we lie in the semi-darkness and stare at each other, not kissing, talking, or even smiling. Just staring like we want to read as much of each other’s mind as possible before parting ways. When I finally glance back at the clock and then push away from him, we’re still wordless…there’s nothing to say.
I put on my things and gather my purse and earrings, all the while aware that Bo hasn’t taken his eyes off me. Once I’m ready, he hastily dresses and walks me to my building.
“Are you sure you won’t let me drive you to the airport?” he asks, trying one more time as we approach my room.
“I’m sorry Bo,” I tell him, holding back tears, “I need to separate now.” I don’t know how tomorrow’s going to go and I have to get my head back into that space. “We’ll talk when the time is right. I promise. I’ll call to let you know everything’s fine as soon as I find out.”
“And if you can’t get your phone checked right away, call me from Holly’s will ya? Cut a nice guy a break?”
I smile, reaching up to cup Bo’s face in my hands. “I’ll call you Big Bo. You won’t be the only one hankering.”
What I really mean is, Bo has no idea how desperately I’m going to miss his face, his voice, his body, his hands… every minute I allow myself to think of him. Which is the reason I cannot and will not. Once I walk away from Bo Thompson, all this will have to be over on more levels than he’s aware. And it will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Chapter 22
Bo
Driving home to Fort Myers, I can still feel her on me…all around me, the exact scent of her and the particular way she sighs. In some ways I didn’t accomplish what I was hoping to over the weekend, but in other ways I did so much more. I had expected to meet some oblique manifestation of the woman in my dreams, a lovely but imperfect potential soulmate, who would quickly warm up to me and allow me to work my magic. Bond with her conversationally and intellectually. Perhaps share a first kiss before our time was out.
Instead, I got the fairy tale…a tidal wave of beauty rushin toward me with every encounter. An aggressive, self-assured woman with uncontrolled moods, complex motives, and all the realness of an atomic bomb. Legs and eyes and teeth and fingers…magnificent. I had no idea what I was in for, or just how accurate my dreams of her had been.
It’s already straining my self-control to be drivin home rather than headin her off in Iowa. Of course if Quade actually is spying on her, the last thing she’d want is a new man hanging around. But I can’t take that into consideration as any real possibility because otherwise I would drive straight to Iowa. So I’m resigned to waitin an untold number of days for Fiona to call me up and say her phone’s not tapped, and that she feels safe. Then I can help her sort out what to do about her life. I know a woman like Fiona won’t remain under the thumb of any man, even if it means walkin away from her own business and fortune. If this Quade guy can’t be reasoned with, she’ll walk soon enough.
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As I pull up to the saloon, I quickly spot Jose’s car and smile to myself. He’s gonna get an earful. Just inside the bar I stand blindly, allowin my eyes to adjust after the bright, gray light of the parking lot. Eventually I catch Kiana’s eye and she automatically grabs a Lagunitas out of the cooler.
“Hey Big Bo! How’s it shakin?”
Jose whips around when she shouts my name. “Hey Bo! You’re back, aye? How was it man? What happened to you man…you get laid or what?” he laughs as he rises to hug me. “You look like you been laid man! I recognize that look… you devil you. You didn’t, did you? Your lady liked you, aye? She good to you man? You look like somebody been real good to you.”
I just stand and grin while Jose swamps me with his questions. He knows. I sit next to him silently, still smiling, then take a couple good pulls on my beer while he impatiently awaits my answers.
“Talk man, talk,” he says, reachin over to shake my shoulders. “Was it that good, man? Look at you…what happened to you man?”
“It was that good Jose, it was that good,” I finally say, allowing myself for the first time to fully take in everything that happened.
