Ten Days of Perfect (November Blue #1)

“See? Feeling is good. Thinking . . . thinking is bad.” The corner of his mouth twitched in to a wicked grin before he focused his lips elsewhere.

Bo’s lips moved like they were sketching me into his long-term memory. Chills waltzed across my skin against his touch. Just feel. His words echoed through my body as I shifted underneath him, reaching for his shirt. Bo waited until both of his arms were out of his shirt - kissing me the whole time - before he paused to tug it over his head. I sat up to remove my tank and bra. When they were gone, he pressed back into me, the warmth of his hard, bare chest captured my innermost desires.

I reached for the button on his jeans, but once again his hand stopped me. He brought my hand above my head and planted urgent kisses down my arm and torso before stopping at my waistband. He popped the button on my jeans with his teeth, eliciting a gasp as my response. He removed his hand from mine and slid my jeans and panties down with care. As he stood on the floor at the foot of my bed, he dropped his jeans, sank to his hands and knees on my mattress, and crawled predator-like back between my legs.

His lips started at my belly button this time, and I sensed their final destination. Immediately, my hips started to shift, anticipating his arrival. As his mouth reached my inner thigh I grabbed his hair. He continued his oral exploration as I eagerly felt all he had to offer.

“Bo . . .” I needed more. More feeling.

Sensing my impatience, he quirked the hottest grin I’d ever seen as he kissed his way back to my mouth. Inexplicably, his pace slowed and he rested his forehead on my naked chest.

“I love this,” he sighed into my neck. “Just, this . . .you.” Did he just insinuate that he loves me?

“Hey,” I sighed in to the top of his head. When his Atlantic eyes met mine beneath his soft eyebrows, it was all I could do to keep myself from coming apart underneath him.

I pushed a little on his shoulders, forcing him to roll over. I parted his legs and sat between them on my knees. I sat back on my heels and stared for a minute at his flawlessly gorgeous body. It wasn’t just gorgeous for what I could see on the outside; but gorgeous for what I knew burned beneath the surface.

“What?” He smiled as he crossed his hands behind his head, elbows out.

The minute his lips moved, my intentions shifted and my shoulders sank at the feelings I had for this man who lay before me. I loved him, and as my smile of seduction morphed to one of love, my soul nodded. I told you so.

“What?” He repeated, now sitting up on his elbows, his head cocked to the side.

“Nothing.” I crawled overtop his body and placed my hands on either side of his shoulders.

Still, I stared. My mind just agreed with my heart for the first time in as long as I could remember, and I had no map for this course. I love Bo Cavanaugh. I didn’t push the thought down; I just let the feeling run through me like the waterfall love is intended to be: loud, dangerous, and beautiful. Bo broke my soak in the pool of adoration with his deepest kiss yet. They just keep getting better.

After a few minutes of our lips dancing to longing, desire, and unspoken love, I rolled off of him and onto my bed. He placed his arm around me and I snuggled into his chest, breathing him in. His chin rested on top of my head as I listened to him fall asleep; the rise and fall of his chest deepening, slowing.

With sleep gaining its footing over my body and mind, I pressed my lips into his neck. As I pulled my lips away, I whispered softly to his sleeping body, “I love you.”





Chapter Eleven

Waves danced gloriously over my feet as I strummed my guitar at sunrise. Seagulls echoed my fret squeaks as the ocean breeze carried the melody across its white caps. The song was as familiar to my fingers as it was my ears; it was one my parents played when I was a child, and it was the only song I knew by heart.

Throughout the night, Bo’s hands slid up and down over the curves of my spine. I was momentarily jealous of his guitar as I pressed back into his tight hands. I woke early in his arms, both of us still naked from the night before. I slid out of bed and put on my cropped jeans and Princeton sweatshirt. I left a note on my pillow: Heading to the beach to catch the sunrise.

You looked peaceful-didn’t want to wake you. Be back soon.

If my mom could have seen me on that beach, I’m sure she’d call in a priestess of some sort to marry us on the spot. I’m not a ‘guitar-playing on the beach at sunrise’ kind of girl; not until Bo Cavanaugh waltzed in and made quick work of rearranging any notions I had about what I thought I wanted and needed out of this life.

When I finished the song for the third time, thoroughly satisfied that I had expressed all I needed to at that moment, I stood to head back home and get ready for work. I dusted myself off and turned around; my heart fluttered at the sight of him. Bo stood against the weathered split-rail fence that separated the beach from the parking lot, arms and ankles crossed. My pulse quickened as I neared him. His face wore a sleepy grin.