Ten Days of Perfect (November Blue #1)

“You were out there all night . . .” I whispered.

“I knew how drunk you were. I didn’t know if he’d . . .” Bo looked out the window, unable to verbalize his fears.

“That’s how you arrived just after Adrian left, impeccable timing.” I smiled.

“You’re not mad?” His brow creased.

“Mad?! Bo, that’s fucking romantic. How did Adrian look when he left this morning?” I wanted to know if my brutal rebuffing of him had any visual effect.

“Completely deflated.” A boyish grin took over his face.

Jackpot.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed Bo’s face and pulled him down for the most healing, soul reviving kiss I had in me. He responded by pinning me on the bed, one arm still hooked around my waist. I fisted his hair, eliciting a moan from his throat. He released his arm from under me, running his hands roughly through my wet hair. I grabbed him through his jeans causing him to hiss in anticipation. I started undoing the buttons on his shirt one by one; Bo sat up and pulled the shirt off over his head. His eyes were smoldering.

Without saying a word, Bo opened my towel and pulled it out from under me, tossing it - and last night - to the floor. His hand sculpted over every curve of my body; I was his. I deftly undid his belt and pants with seduction playing across my lips, silently begging him for more. He kicked his jeans to the floor as my hips grinded against him.

“Mmm,” he moaned in to my neck, assaulting it with delicious kisses.

I rolled over and sat astride him, planting my lips on his earlobe and tracing them down his body to his navel. In one quick movement, I was suddenly underneath him once more. I squealed like a child about to open birthday presents. I grabbed him and reached for a condom from my bedside stand.

“No,” he flashed a wicked grin, “this one’s on me.” He pulled a condom from his pants pocket on the floor.

He slowly and deliberately rolled the condom on; an anticipatory moan escaped me as I watched him. Gently, he parted my knees and positioned himself between them. I was breathless as his hands stalked up the sides of my body on the mattress. It was all I could do not to beg him to enter me; thankfully I didn’t have to wait. He sank slowly and beautifully into me as we let out simultaneous sighs of relief. I couldn’t justify why we’d only done this once before.

Our rhythms quickly synched, and I was meeting him every step of the way. He slowed down for a moment, pulling back slightly to look at me. My forehead crinkled inquisitively.

“You are so damn beautiful.” He shook his head as if he was trying to rationalize it.

“You’re so beautiful,” I replied, pushing my hips further into him, grabbing his head and leading him back to my mouth.

Being with Bo was like throwing myself into the ocean; invigorating and breathtaking. The swell of my orgasm built like a tidal wave, and I dug my fingers in to his back; he quickened his pace in response. We climaxed nearly in unison, our bodies keeping the beat of our love song.

When our breathing returning to normal, Bo lifted my chin. “ I wanted to tell you something the other night . . . but you fell asleep.” He looked nervous.

“Anything,” I shifted through my lashes to focus on his face.

Bo pressed his lips against my forehead.

“I love you too.”





Chapter Fifteen

My face flushed and my eyes filled with fresh tears as Bo kissed my lips and spoke again.

“I love you, November Blue Harris,” he breathed in to my ear.

“I love you, too, Bowan.” A single tear glided down my cheek in blissful ecstasy.

“You mean you don’t want to call me Spencer?” He teased.

“Not if I don’t have to,” I grumbled, thinking of work. Call your boss. “Hey, you said I fell asleep the other night when you wanted to tell me - but you were already asleep when-”

“When you told me?” Endearment eddied in his eyes.

“You heard me?”

Bo shrugged, “I wasn’t asleep.” He flashed the most all-American smile I’d ever seen. “I wanted to tell you the second I woke up, but you were gone. When I saw you on that beach playing the guitar, Ember, it was as if my world had stopped. I loved you more in that moment than I even had the night before. I was in awe. You rendered me speechless and I wondered all day if I could find a word better than love to express my feelings for you. I couldn’t. The word is so simple, so beautiful, but so complex - so you.”

Do people really say things like this? I need a fainting couch.

“You’re unbelievable in the most brilliant way.” I kissed the dimple left exposed by his lingering grin.

I sat in awe, once again, at his beauty. He was physically flawless – the kind of perfection you only find in books; but also kind, gentle, talented, sweet, caring, and protective. He survived his parents’ death and took care of his sick sister as she battled drug addiction, ultimately leading him to my office door. The thought of how we met drained the color from my face and my mouth frowned in thought.