Page 43 of Silent Count
It is a large chair, and we could both fit in it, even with as big as he is. But … our friends are here. I know they won’t care, but this feels like a big deal for me. I look at Noelle and Casey, and they’re watching the game. And they’re not the type of people who would make us feel uncomfortable. Silas … might say something, but he’s not here. So, I take Bo’s hand, and he pulls me into the chair with him, right on his lap.
I glance over at Noelle, who looks at me and just smiles.
Bo shifts a little in the chair and turns us slightly so we can both see the TV. Beck is on the field right now, and it’s pretty crazy to me that these guys are my friends. Never could I have imagined that I would be mixed in with a bunch of athletes like this, let alone professional and almost-professional athletes.
It’s like a whole new world to me, so I still have questions, which Bo patiently answers. The way he explains things is somewhat mesmerizing. He’s passionate about the sport for sure, but I feel like he really wants me to understand it too.
The game goes by quickly, we’ve had our snacks, and Bo ended up making some of his “famous” wings, which were pretty good. Silas came home during the game and joined us. Then we watch Beck in an interview after the game is over, and Casey FaceTimes with Charlie, who’s waiting for Beck to come out. She’ll be flying home in the morning.
I let out a yawn, and Bo pulls me in closer to his chest.
“You getting tired?” he says softly in my ear.
“Yeah, a little, but I’m not sure I could go to bed yet.” I turn my head to the side to see his face.
“Do you want to go watch something in my room?” The hand he has on my thigh starts inching up higher. “I’m dying to kiss you again.”
I suck in a deep breath because, well, I want the same thing. Sitting in his lap for most of the game did nothing to stop me from thinking about our kiss earlier. “Okay, yeah, let’s go watch a movie or something. Unless there’s another game you want to watch. I don’t mind either way.”
He stands with me in his arms and starts walking toward his room. “Night, everyone,” Bo says as we walk out.
I look over at Noelle, and she has a knowing smile on her face.
She mouths,We need to talk, but replies out loud, “Good night.”
Then Casey says good night.
Silas murmurs something that I think is, “When did that happen?”
When we get to the room, Bo lays me on the bed, then turns back to close the door. “So, what do you want to watch?” he asks as he comes over to the bed.
I scoot up to a sitting position against the pillows. “It really doesn’t matter to me.”
He climbs into the bed next to me, takes the remote off the nightstand, and turns on the TV. There’s another football game playing; this time, it looks like the Cowboys.
“Archie’s game is on, so we can watch that for a while until we decide. Does that work?” He sets the remote back on the nightstand, then turns his body toward mine.
“Yeah,” I say in a breathy voice I almost don’t recognize.
He reaches his hand out to cup my face, his thumb stroking my cheek.
I’m looking between his mouth and his eyes, and I’m not sure which one of us moves first, but the next thing I know, ourmouths are fused together. This kiss, it isn’t slow like our first kiss. It’s urgent, wet, and I can’t get close enough to him.
I shift my body so I’m lying flat on the pillow, and he positions himself over me, but not on top of me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. His face is above mine when he pulls away, breathless.
“Fuck,” he says before leaning back in to kiss me.
I’m so lost in our kiss; I’m not sure how much time passes. I’m consumed by it, by him. My hands start to roam from his shoulders to his neck and into his hair, pulling him in closer to me. I slant my head to deepen the kiss, and his groan vibrates against my lips, making me shiver. I could explain that my response to him is because I haven’t had sex in a while, but I think it’s just him. He turns me on like I’ve never been before.
And this isn’t a hookup. This is more. I can feel it in the way he looks at me, the way he kisses me, the way he pays attention to everything I say. All of those things just turn me on even more, to be honest. His insanely hot body could be part of it too. And I would be stupid not to take my time tracing every slice of muscle on this man’s body. With my tongue.
Moving my hands from his head, I reach down and grab the hem of his T-shirt and tug it up, breaking our kiss to pull it over his head. I smooth my hands over the muscles on his chest and sigh. “Bo Callaway, you are not real. This body of yours is insane.”
When my fingers trace the ridges of his stomach, he sucks in a breath. “I’m taking that as a compliment based on the way you’re touching me, but I’m also very glad you think so.” His hands move to the hem of my shirt. “May I?”
“Yes, take it off.”
I move my arms above my head so he can slide my shirt over it. Then he tosses it to the floor, and reaches around me tounclasp my bra. I pull the straps down my arms and drop it on the floor.
