Page 33 of Navigating His Heart
She smiled when he put her feet down, grabbed the key, and moved the elevator.
When the elevator stopped on the top floor, he led her to a door at the end of the hall that he opened.
She walked inside and looked around, seeing only a couch, a television on the wall, and nothing else in the living room.
He lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck when she turned to look at him, “I’m not home much. So, I don’t need much when I am home.”
She smiled, “Do you have anything in your kitchen at least?”
He nodded, “Yes. I have plates, cups, silverware, pots and a few pans.”
She laughed, “A few?”
His cheeks were pink, “I’m not the best cook. Usually, if I’m hungry, I order out, or go to my mom’s house.”
She walked over to him, “You are the cutest man.”
He growled at her, “Cute huh?”
She started to say something, and he bent down, putting his shoulder under her legs and lifting her, making her body lean over him.
“What? Bo?” He spanked her butt softly, “You remember you brought this on yourself.”
She let out a squeak, letting him walk somewhere in the apartment.
He put her on a soft surface and then captured both of her wrists in one of his huge hands.
He leaned down, kissing her, making her moan when he brought his other hand up to cup her face, then brought it down to her neck, not squeezing, just holding her softly.
She let out another noise of shock when he flipped her over, keeping her hands in one of his, raising her hips with the other, and lightly bringing it down on her ass.
She let out a small moan, and he did it again. “You need at least three more of these.”
She nodded, and he hit her lightly three more times before he turned her back over, kissing her, letting her hands go so that she could wrap her arms around his neck.
He lay down slightly on top of her, grinding himself against her.
She moaned, making him lift his head, “I need you naked.”
She just nodded, and he lifted his body off her, and she sat up, pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it to his bedroom floor.
When she was just in her bra, he leaned down, grabbing her breast in one of his hands and licking at the skin she had uncovered.
She threw her head back, and he pulled the cup of her bra down, licking at her nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.
He flicked it with his tongue, and she arched her back as he did.
He switched to the next breast, reaching behind her and fumbling for a minute before her bra loosened and when he let her breast go with a small ‘pop.’
She shoved her bra off, and he bent forward, licking her breast again.
Then he stood, ripping his shirt free from where it was tucked into his pants and quickly undoing the buttons.
When his chest was revealed, she sucked in a breath, and he looked down at his chest, “What’s wrong baby?”
She reached out with shaky hands, “You don’t have a tattoo. I dreamed about you last night, and you had one.”
He caught her hands, pulling them up to his chest, “You dreamed about me? A dream where I wasn’t wearing a shirt?”
