Page 66 of Silent Count
“Fuck.”
“Do you need some help with that?” a low and very sexy voice asks in my ear.
It’s a smooth baritone I know well and have been having eargasms to the last few nights while he was away. Strong hands run up my sides and to the front, up to my breasts, making me freeze.
A shiver rushes through me, and I feel it all the way down to my toes. If it were anyone else, I’d freak. But I know this man. This man is mine.
I turn to face Bo, and we have matching smiles. I reach up to wrap my arms around him, and he lifts me in his arms.
“Hi,” he says, then kisses my neck.
“Hi.” With my head tucked into his neck, I breathe him in. He smells like citrus, a little sweaty, but not in a stinky way, and a hint of something sweet.
“Do you need help getting that book, or can I give you a kiss first?” He pulls his head back to look at me.
Instead of answering him, I grab the back of his head and seal my mouth to his. I trace the seam of his lips with my tongue, and he opens for me. I twirl my tongue around his, savoring the taste of him, and I feel like I can’t kiss him hard enough or deep enough.
He sets my feet on the floor, but only so he can grab the back of my thighs and lift me up. My back hits the book stacks, and I use the shelf to brace my weight, not that Bo can’t hold me with his strength. The wall of books makes it easier for me to wrap my legs around him, bunching the skirt I’m wearing practically to my waist, but I don’t care. He rocks me against his hard-on that I can feel straining against the zipper.
When he breaks the kiss, we’re both breathing hard. His lips are wet from our kiss.
“I fucking missed you so much. This weekend was brutal in every way.” He sets his forehead against mine.
“I missed you too. I don’t care much for you being away for long.” I kiss his lips again.
He chuckles deep in his chest. “Same, baby. I couldn’t wait to see you. I practically ran here from the stadium.” His hands inch up higher on my thighs. “You’re wearing a skirt?”
I nod, biting my lip. I didn’t think much about it when I got dressed earlier today, but now, I’m pretty happy with my choice. Especially seeing the heat in Bo’s eyes, which only turns me on more than I already was from that kiss.
“Goddamn, Lucky. I’m not sure I can wait till we get home to fuck you.” He looks to the left, then to the right.
“So, don’t.” I roll my hips against him, making him groan.
Honestly, this isn’t a risk I would normally take since I work here and I’ve never been one for public displays. But I can’t lie and say the thought of someone catching us doesn’t turn me on a little. Or maybe it’s the rush of needing to have him fuck me fast and hard that makes me lose all common sense.
He captures my mouth again, and this kiss is just as frantic. We’re devouring each other, almost desperate. His hold on me shifts, and he wraps an arm under my butt to hold me. He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down far enough to free his hard, thick cock. Then he runs his hand under my thigh, reaching my center, pulling my panties to the side.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” His fingers run from my opening to my clit, then back, and he thrusts one finger inside me. Then another.
“Bo, I need you.” My voice is a hurried whisper.
I pull his head toward me and take his lips again, licking, biting, sucking. Rolling my hips against his hand, seeking the friction I need.
His mouth is on my ear, so his spoken words are hushed, deep, and intense. “I got you, baby.” He pulls his fingers out of me and takes hold of his cock, then runs the head through myslit. “This might hurt a little,” he says, pushing into me in short thrusts.
“I’m good, I promise.” I tilt my hips down to push him into me more.
He pushes in deeper, and, yeah, it stings a little, but I’m so wet at this point that it won’t last long. His hand moves up to my tank top, and he pushes it up, exposing my bra. He pulls one of the cups down and covers my breast completely with his hand, squeezing. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“Bo, I love that you think so, but we need to hurry. Fuck me.”
I’m low-key getting a little nervous about someone walking by and seeing us now. My boob is completely out, and his pants are down far enough to look suspicious. There’s literally no hiding what we’re doing.
He starts to pump faster and faster, his fingers digging into the backs of my thighs. “I’m not gonna last, so I hope you’re close. I missed this pussy too much. You’re so tight. Fuck.”
“Kiss me,” I say, panting.
I move my hands to the sides of his face, and I can feel sweat beading at his temples.
