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Bo pulls back just enough to look at me.
“Bo,” I say, as I reach up to touch his face. “Bo,” I say again, barely able to think any other sound. “How are you here? When did you come here? What’s going on?” I ask to divert him from the immediate situation. If I were to express my suspicions about last night’s ‘illness’, Bo would undoubtedly take the kind of action that would land him behind bars…considering local law enforcement wouldn’t lay a hand on Quade.
“Well darlin, I just had to come and see you. That’s all. Just couldn’t wait any longer. I tried to call you last night on the drive up, and when Holly told me—”
Bo pauses for breath when I lift my face to his and begin nibbling along the edge of his jawline. The intoxicating aroma of his skin and hair mingle with faint sweat, a novel yet familiar smell that ignites my nostalgia. I can only hope this isn’t a dream.
The myriad reasons for batoning down my stable life are evaporating with each inhale of Bo’s breath, as his face hovers inches from mine…gazing into me with the pleading look I remember. As though I’m the most rare and precious thing he’s ever beheld.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I whisper. “I thought I’d never see you again…thought surely I’d driven you a—”
Bo’s lips find mine before I can finish, and he takes me back to paradise. A place so sublime, I can’t fathom why I thought having a home and business could possibly compete. I must have been insane. Nothing is as good as this.
Chapter 34
Bo
I don’t want to take advantage of a woman who’s been ill, hasn’t even seen me in half a year, and obviously isn’t sure how she feels about me, but Fiona’s sendin every possible signal that she wants this…right now. The way her feet delicately coil around mine, strokin my insteps with her toes, her fingertips at the nape of my neck, the escalation of her breathing. Her breathing…
I match her intensity with my own, our noses and mouths playing with the space between us, teasing out the connection and then locking it together. A beautiful dance between senses. She’s everything I remember, and her absolute abandon tells me she’s all mine. But then…I recall thinking that before, only to run headlong into her wall of unwillingness.
Casting that thought aside, I go instead with Fiona’s cues. She arches her breasts toward the ceiling as I pull her sweater up over her head, then gives me the look of longing when I reach down to unfasten her jeans. As I stand at the foot of the bed and begin peeling them off, she bucks wildly, wiggling out of them and thrusting in anticipation.
“Bo, I can’t believe you’re here,” she says again. “I can’t believe it.”
She reaches up to pull me into another kiss, before I can get my own clothes off, wrapping her legs around me and grinding closer.
“Woman, you didn’t think I was gonna let you slip away now did you?”
“I’m so glad you didn’t,” Fiona responds, reaching down and grabbing me.
She clambers for me when I roll away to tug off my clothes, then moans resoundingly at the site. I hop back onto the bed, straddling her to unclasp her lacy, white bra, while her hands roam everywhere…palming the muscles of my chest and stroking down my torso, her ravishing mouth contorted into an expression of awe.
I’ve left her panties for last, hesitant to take her again without stating my full intentions. Cupping her incredible tits and rubbing them in gentle circles, I attempt to form coherent thoughts. But talkin really ain’t what I wanna do right now, and it seems impossibly awkward with Fiona buckin around underneath me.
“Fiona, darlin,” I start in the best I can.
Her eyes focus on me, but her writhing does not let up. “Yes Bo,” she responds with expectancy.
Good, she’s in the right space. “I’m takin you away from here. We’ll start up a new store that’s all under your name. Down in Fort Myers, okay? The Florida sun will work with your complexion.” The words spill out, quicker than I’d intended, yet Fiona doesn’t flinch.
“Okay Bo,” she says with lust in her eyes, “that sounds perfect.”
I know Fiona cannot be taken on her word at this moment, but at least my intentions are out on the table. Fair enough. Finally I touch her, my fingers barely grazing her hot, drenched flesh through the silky fabric of her panties. Her eyes roll back and she loses herself in desire, begging me now to enter.I carefully rim the edges of the lace with my fingers, slowly teasing them down and off of her while she pleads for me to hurry. When I stop to visit her exquisite parted region, she quickly pulls me up to meet her. The goddess wants me inside her, and I’m honored to oblige.
My hugeness slips into her, tightly but completely, as she grabs my back and cries out. I gaze down at the miracle in my arms, the woman I have longed for, too precious to be believed. Yet I can hear, smell, and feel her realness all around me. She is woman, and she is mine.
I kiss the tears off her face as I make love to her for the next hour, healing her wounded heart, cleansing away all the hurt that’s been done to her. I can feel her pain as she trembles in my arms, vulnerable at last…in a state of real surrender.
I long to know Fiona through words, but I do know her at the deepest cellular level. Somehow I always have. She is the prize I’ve worked my whole life for, and I’ll never stop working for Fiona. I get up in the mornin to create a world that’s good enough for a woman so fine.
And here she lies limply in my arms, still moaning… ever so softly, in the aftermath of our crescendo. With some difficulty, I remain silent despite the thoughts that are re-entering my mind. Is she really gonna walk away from a new house? Admittedly, it was a nice one. And what exactly is her relationship with this sniveling rodent, Quade? I’m sickened as images of his jealous face take over my thoughts, cowering and guilt-ridden. Not what I wanna be thinkin right now.
I try to refocus on the goddess before me, but my discontent only escalates at the site of her. The way she’s been caged for so long…it ain’t right. Does she even know who she is anymore?
Fiona’s eyes blink open and she speaks, as though having heard my very thoughts. “Bo,” she says with a welcoming smile, “how long are you here? Where are you staying?”
“That’s all perfectly up to you, darlin,” I answer as I reach down to massage her irresistible legs. “I’ve left the farm with my help for however many days I’m away. I can count on those guys for anything.”
