The soft, slow kiss picked up speed as our mouths fought.
Excitement mixed with comfort.
This was what I loved about being with Bo—the rush. The intensity. Thefun.
He lifted me for a moment, sitting me back down over his erection at a better angle. When I moaned into his mouth, his chest rumbled against mine.
His hands slid beneath my shirt. The hot, rough calluses dragged over my bare abdomen and up to my breasts. My hips rocked when he tweaked one of my nipples, and he growled at me for the motion.
I broke the kiss long enough to tug his shirt over his head. He did the same with mine, and our bare chests met as he pulled me back into the kiss. I tugged his hair, and he played with my tits.
When I pulled away again to take a deep breath, his mouth moved to my throat. Down my neck. To my shoulder. His teeth sank into my skin again, lighter than they had the first time. I came immediately, with a cry of pleasure.
The slickness between my thighs was unreal.
The world spun around me in a blissful way nothing else could measure up to.
No one and nothing had ever been able to make me feel the way Bo had. Now, they definitely never would.
He recaptured my mouth, working my leggings down with one hand while he lifted me up again with the other.
“These things are ridiculously hard to get off,” he said against my lips.
I laughed.
“How attached are you to them?”
“I don’t want to replace them.”
With a growl, Bo lifted me onto the countertop and tore them the rest of the way down my legs. By the time the fabric hit the floor, he’d ripped a condom out of the box from the drugstore (I’d left it on the countertop, wrapped in the store’s bag). He rolled it over his length and filled me with his cock, kissing me again while he did.
I moaned into his mouth.
He pulled me to the edge of the countertop, changing the angle as he drove into me.
It wasn’t long before I was coming again. At the same time as my mate.
Bo pulled out partway, and his fingers brushed the place our bodies connected. He dragged them over his cock, and over my sensitive, swollen skin.
A moment later, I was sucking in a shocked breath as his fingertip met my back entrance lightly.
Bo’s hot gaze met mine. “You good, Madi?”
“Yep,” I managed to say.
“Tell me if you need a minute or want me to stop. Or just smack me.”
“Yeah, I’m just going to smack you while we’re fu—fuck,” I hissed the curse, arching against him harder as he slid the tip of his finger inside me.
“Good fuck?” he growled against my mouth.
“Very,” I choked out.
Bo pulled out and thrust into me, and my lips parted slightly, my head tipping back with pleasure.
When he bottomed out inside me, he slid his finger in deeper.
I felt full.
