Page 29 of His Wood Her Fire

So much.

“Yeah.Get going, Slick.”Bo kissed me on the temple and squeezed my ass before spinning me around and gently nudging me towards the living room.

“Okay,” I murmured and left him to clean up our lunch mess.

I spent five minutes perusing the pile of DVDs lined up on one of the shelves of his enormous entertainment center.

I’d been getting surprisingly good Wi-Fi at the cabin, but with the snowstorm outside, the connection was lost.But I was not worried.We had plenty of DVDs to entertain us.

Among other things.

I bit my lip as I slid my selection into the player and clicked the pause button, waiting for Bo to return.

“Hit play, Baby,” Bo said, and I complied.

“Don’t you want to know what I picked?”I asked as he sat down close to me.

“Nope.Come here,” he growled.

His green gaze glittered down at me, and I sighed as Bo cupped a hand around the back of my neck, dragging me to him for one of his patented panty-melting kisses.

Nothing compared to the way this man touched me.I was putty in his hands.Willing, wanting and waiting for him to mold me as he saw fit.

But for how long, Lo?

It didn’t really matter because it was already too late for me to deny him, to deny us.As far as I was concerned, I was all in.

Bo DuBois was the last man I ever expected to find when I ventured on this holiday, and he was the only man who could have made a dent in that armor I kept around my heart.

He was a dream.The walking, talking personification of every fantasy I never knew I’d always had.

Every single thing about him was tempting, alluring, working to bond me to him.

His humor.

His intensity.

His expert lips and passion-filled glances.

“You said you wanted to watch a movie,” I accused.

A whispered moan escaped my lips as he traveled from my mouth to my neck, and further down.My fingers were threaded through his hair, and I relished the feel of the silky thick strands.

Pleasure rushed through my veins as the sound of the fire crackling and the movie playing in the background faded to nothing.It was like the whole world disappeared when he touched me.

All I heard.Everything I felt and tasted.Every single thing I saw was him.

Just him.

All him.

I opened my eyes, hissing as the pleasure built quickly.That slow fire was now a towering inferno, and he was the only thing I knew that could quench the flames licking up and down my body.

“I never said I wanted to watch a movie, Slick.I just said put one on,” he growled, then kissed his way across the tops of my breasts that were revealed in the tank top I wore beneath a zippered hoodie I stole from his closet.

“Oh God,” I moaned, turning my head towards the big, double-insulated picture window.

The snow was falling harder now, faster.It was so beautiful.Picture perfect, but even that couldn’t compare to what was happening inside of me.

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