Page 44 of Being Bold
Yeah, you’re not getting any relief, pal.
Ignoring his body’s reaction, he focused on hers. Her skin warmed under his mouth, but he was far from finished. He moved to her other breast, while using a hand to do what he’d imagined earlier. Slipping a thumb under the edge of her panties, he tested her wetness. When his finger came away slick, he grunted against her skin.
She was so damn damp, and he’d barely touched her. He wanted—no, needed—to put his mouth there. He stopped suckling her breast to slide the underwear down her legs. As soon as the cool air hit her wet skin, those gorgeous golden buds perked up, and she shivered.
“Lift your leg, beautiful,” he prompted when he had her underwear down to her ankles.
She placed one hand on his shoulder for balance and lifted her opposite leg. He tugged the cloth off her foot, then trailed his lips up her inseam from her calf to her thigh.
“So smooth,” he murmured as her olive skin glowed in the firelight.
Her pulse fluttered under his mouth, tightening the pressure in his sack. He was in for an epic case of blue balls. Pulling her closer, he grabbed her hips and plunged his tongue between her folds. She tasted like salvation.
She squirmed, the gasp she made driving his hunger. With a grunt in satisfaction, he dove deeper with his tongue, thrilling at the feel of her nails digging into his bare shoulders.
“Bo, I need—” Her words cut off on a groan when he nibbled on the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Her legs trembled as he continued to work her with his mouth. “Mmm, more,” she panted.
Since she’d asked for it, he teased her bud while he thrust a finger into her slippery heat.
“Unh, God. Yes!” she mumbled and gasped. A slew of words, some incoherent, tumbled out as he added a second finger, stretching her open.
God, she was sweet. Her response was a huge turn-on, and his cock strained to take the place of his fingers. Her arousal filled his senses, drowning him in pleasure until he never wanted to smell, taste, feel, hear, or touch anyone else.
Whoa. Where the hell did that thought come from?
Before he had a chance to worry about it, her inner walls started to clench. She was close. “That’s it, ocean-eyes. Come for me,” he growled the demand against her sex, and she exploded.
Watching her liquefy with the orgasm made his erection throb, but he didn’t care. She was resplendent in her ecstasy.
Resplendent? What the fuck, Bo?
He cradled her in his arms as tremors shook her limbs. When his heart did a belly flop, he squeezed her tighter. Selene had a way of opening him up. Frankly, it shocked the hell out of him. He’d spent so many years closed off, wishing for the end, andnow . . . maybe if he saved her, he could find a way to forgive himself.
Like hell.He laid her on the couch and frowned at where his mind led. Her eyes closed, then she settled into the material with a contented sigh.
Or maybe he’d just bring his shit into her life.
Because no matter how much he wanted her, he couldn’t have her. He was too damaged. She didn’t need the clouds blackening his soul to cast their gloom over her. After what she’d been through, she deserved sunshine and rainbows.
All he knew was the storm.
A great calm seemed to suffuse her as she curled onto her side. “Thank you,” she murmured.
For once, her gratitude didn’t send that burning anger blazing through him. He watched her until she fell asleep. It didn’t take long. Grabbing the blanket he’d shoved to the floor, he tucked it around her body, covering up her glorious curves.
Even so, they flashed in his head on a continual loop. She was soft in all the right places. Distinctly feminine. Like a drunk, he stumbled to the bathroom to relieve his aching dick. Whatever just happened . . . there couldn’t be a repeat.
If he was going to protect her, that included protecting her from himself.
So, he’d keep his distance and hope he didn’t lose his resolve. He wasn’t religious, but he was desperate enough to pray. Remembering the little sounds she’d made as he’d tasted her, he knew he’d need it.
God help him.
Chapter 13
Selene
Selene woke to the sound of voices. Disoriented, she waited for her mind to clear. When it did, images from the night before filtered in. Remembering what Bo had done for her, she flushed. Especially as she found she was still naked on his couch. At least she had a blanket covering her.
