We make out in the parking lot of the fair as the hours fly by. I don’t remember my responsibilities until I notice the sun has set, which means I’m either late, or it’s time for mom to takeher medicine. I’m burning up for him, but force myself to do the right thing and ask him to drive me home anyway.
Bo parks in front of the house and turns off the ignition but doesn’t leave the truck. He turns to me and says, “I’m not finished with you yet. I haven’t even started.”
His voice is low and hungry, a deep rumble that resonates within me. I'm still within the window of Mom's medication timing, so I'm not going to leave this truck right now. Bo leans in, his hand cupping the back of my neck and tugs me toward him. His lips meet mine again, but this time there’s an urgency, a need that wasn’t there before. I melt into him, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.
A soft moan escapes my lips and Bo takes the sound into his mouth, deepening the kiss. He lets out a raspy groan, kissing me harder, more fiercely, as he tucks his hand under the hem of my dress and slides it up my thigh. My heart jackknifes in my chest as his fingers graze over my sheer panties.
I moan softly, my eyes fluttering closed as I lose myself in him.
“My God, you’re gorgeous, Riley. Every fucking inch of you.” His breath is ragged as he traces the lace of my sopping panties before slipping his fingertips under the elastic edge.
He's in no rush. His touch is gentle and slow, masterful. I gasp as he finds my wet center and dips his fingers inside me, circling and exploring, all the while kissing me. His tongue mirrors the rhythm of his hand, driving me insane. This man is so perfect. I clasp my hands around his neck, slipping my tongue into his mouth with a groan, lifting my hips begging to meet his fingers. Finally he finds my clit with his feather-light touch, sending pools of wet heat to my pussy.
I grasp his shoulders, holding on as he slides a finger inside me, while his thumb keeps steady pressure on my clit. I rock against him, as he finds that sweet spot inside me that makes me see stars.
“You’re so beautiful, Riley,” he whispers against my skin. I can feel the tension building, my body coiling tighter with every stroke, faster and faster. His kisses swallow my moans as my hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath his shirt. I want to touch him, to explore his body the way he’s exploring mine, but I’m lost in a whirlwind of sensations and can’t focus on anything but the pleasure he’s giving me.
As if reading my mind, he presses his thumb harder against my clit, tightening the circles he’s making. I start to shake, and know I’m close to going over the edge. Bo breaks the kiss, his breath hot against my ear. “Let go, I want to feel you come, and taste you on my fingers.”
His words send me spiraling. I convulse around him, moaning as torrents of extasy crash over me. I shudder against him, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He presses his forehead to mine, his hand slowing but not withdrawing, as if he’s unwilling to break our connection. I open my eyes to find him watching me, his gaze intense and filled with desire.
Bo holds me close, his hand still moving gently, drawing out every last wave of my orgasm until I collapse against him, breathless.
He gently withdraws his hand, but keeps me cradled against him, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple as I come down from the high.
“That was ...” I start, but words fail me.
“Shh,” he murmurs, his thumb brushes against my cheek. “That was beautiful. You don’t need to say anything.”
We stay with his arms wrapped around me and my head resting on his chest for a while. I listen to his strong steady heartbeat, letting myself be lulled into sweet contentment. Nothing on earth compares to being in Bo’s arms, buteventually, reality begins to creep back in. I remember Mom is waiting for me. Her medicine is sitting on the kitchen counter.
“Bo,” I whisper. He opens his eyes, and the intensity I see there makes my heart tumble over itself. Leaning in, without a word, he kisses me softly, reverently. His hands move to my face, cupping my cheeks as he kisses me again. This time, like a starving man. I can smell myself on him, and it sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. But—
“I should go, Mom needs her medicine,” I whisper, making no move to leave his arms.
“Why is it so hard for me to let you go?”
Chapter six
Riley
Antonia and I are sprucing up the bandstand area in the community park. Whoever worked here last season, didn’t do a very good job pruning the roses. Sure, hybrid tea roses can be tricky to grow, but these shrub roses were planted in the perfect location for our climate, southeast. They should be starting to bloom, but half of them are dead.
We dig them out of the ground and amend the soil with compost, peat moss and well-rotted manure. By then, we’re exhausted and decide to plant the new crop of roses tomorrow. Although, truth be told, I wouldn’t mind working through the night.
I wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. Bo and I have been dating non-stop since our Spring Fling date at the park a month ago. We haven’t made any promises or commitments, but we’re in constant communication. So I don’t know why I’m feeling a twinge of worry.
“Let’s call it a day, Antonia,” I call out reminding her. “I feel guilty standing here watching you dig that hole. We’ll finish up tomorrow.”
She squints at me from under the brim of her floppy sunhat. “You positive?”
“Absolutely. Those roses aren’t going anywhere. They’ll be fine in the shed overnight. If you could just bring the supplies back to our greenhouse and lock up, you can leave.” I shake my garden bag, hear the metal jangle and pull out the keys in front of her. “Take the truck.”
“Really?” She sends me a big smile. It’s the first time I’ve let her drive the truck on her own, but her driving record is impeccable, and our greenhouse is just up the street. I toss her the keys and she catches them with one hand. “If you insist. See you tomorrow morning.”
“Have a good night.” I watch her collect the last shovel and take off down the street before I check my phone for the thousandth time today.
Still no word since his good morning text.
