He’sstillhere.
This all feels like a dream, a fantasy I would never allow myself to entertain. But the light is soft and golden, and Bo’s skin practically glows. My sheets are draped low over his hips, leaving his muscles bare to my gaze. I reach out to trace my nails down the line of his spine, humming in pleasure at the warmth of his skin under my fingertips. He stirs slightly, pressing into my touch.
He flips his head over on the pillow to face me, golden lashes fluttering as his eyelids slip open. The bare affection in his eyes takes my breath away.
He reaches one muscled arm out and wraps it around my waist. I feel light as a feather as he drags me closer, a sleepy smile on his lips.
“Good morning,” he says.
He tucks his face into my throat, causing me to giggle when his hair tickles my cheek, but I don’t pull away, desperate for more of him in every way. I want more sleepy smiles and more dinner dates and more kisses; more of everything. I could drown in him and not be satisfied.
“Good morning,” I say, dragging my fingers through the mess of his hair. “Did you sleep well?”
His lips curve into a smile against my collarbone, and he presses a chaste kiss there before answering.
“I kept waking up thinking I had dreamed the whole thing,” he admits with a soft laugh. “Thank god it’s not a dream. I don’t want it to end.”
God, I never thought I’d hear Bo say something like that. It’s still hard to convince myself that I’m not dreaming, even with Bo’s hands splayed across my back and on my hip.
“I don’t either,” I say. “Want some breakfast?”
He has to work today, but I’ll take any excuse to keep him here a little longer. His teeth nip up from my shoulder to my throat, and he hums agreeably.
“Breakfast sounds perfect.”
Instead of food, it seems to be me he intends to feast on. He rolls me beneath him, pinning me to the bed with the wide frame of his body. My breath hitches in my chest at the feeling of skin against skin, yet more proof that last night wasn’t just a fever dream. His thighs are well muscled between mine, the entiretyof his form bulky compared to me. I’m not exactlydainty, but he makes me feel like I could fit in the palm of his hand.
His lips stay curled into a grin as he kisses his way down my neck to my chest, but he doesn’t linger for long. He pauses only long enough to scrape his teeth over one of my nipples, just enough to pull a gasp from my lips and make my back arch.
Every touch is fleeting, his hands roaming just as much as his mouth, and the effect is hypnotizing. He’s not holding me down with any force, but I feel completely bound.
My stomach quivers as he kisses over it, his movements random and fueled by palpable hunger. When he sinks his teeth into my hip, I whimper, clenching around nothing. I’m embarrassingly wet already, just as starving for him as he is for me.
He props my thighs over his shoulders, watching me intently as I shiver with every movement.
“Please, Bo,” I whisper, reaching down to thread my fingers through his hair.
His smile widens, predatory and gleaming with want, and he buries his face between my thighs.
I toss my head back on a shout of his name, unprepared for the onslaught of pleasure. The scratch of his stubble against the inside of my thighs is enough to make my mind go blank on its own, but combined with the wet warmth of his tongue, I feel like I’m drowning in bliss.
He devours me ruthlessly, strong hands holding my hips steady against his face as he eats at me. I don’t get a single second of reprieve, forced to endure wave after wave of overwhelming sensation. Bo’s golden eyes never stray from mine, pride and arousal swimming in his gaze.
I clutch at his hair, sure that if I let go, I’ll fly straight through the roof. My breaths are shaky as I chant out his name, a plea and an exaltation all at once.
My orgasm slams into me without any warning. I clutch my thighs tight around Bo’s head, my voice breaking on a wail as my whole body tenses. Pleasure sears white-hot through my veins, and all I can do is ride the waves, shaking and shuddering my way through it. Bo draws it out with teasing flicks of his tongue, tiny movements that shouldn’t feel as intense as they do.
He chuckles at me when I finally release him from the grip of my thighs, his lips slick with my wetness.
“Breakfast was great.” His voice is husky with unspoken desire, and I jolt at the feeling of warm breath against my inner thigh. “I think I’m still hungry, though.”
Boand I spent far too long in bed.
It’s likely he’ll be late for work, but he doesn’t seem to care. He steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, a casual warmth in the movement, like we’ve done this a million times over. His lips are soft when they kiss my temple, lingering there as he speaks.
“I’ve got to get to the farm before Dad notices I’m late,” he says. “Want to catch up later? I already miss you.”
I laugh, bright and full of cheer, and turn my head to catch his lips in a proper kiss.
