Once I got done with my business and washed my hands, I brushed my teeth and my hair, smiling that Bo had remembered to grab my bag for me. He was such a doll.
When I slipped out of the bathroom, he was still asleep. On top of the covers wearing nothing but his jeans, he made a sight. His arms were muscular, one covered with a full sleeve of biomechanical ink. It was a spectacular piece and one day I intended to sit down and examine every inch of it. But right now, the rest of his body lay spread out for my viewing pleasure. His chest and abs were ripped, but not in a bulky, gym-junkie way. My man was sculpted from hard work and healthy living. A nice dusting of hair across his chest trailed down to the waistband of his jeans.
Pulling my lower lip in between my teeth, I wondered if I shouldn’t make the most of our time in this hotel room. I should be getting back to my parents, but Christopher was with them, and it would be such a waste not to take advantage of this opportunity. After all, when would we next get a chance like this? My mom would be released before my dad, and once she was, I’d be even busier trying to keep them both looked after. It could be weeks if not months before we had another opportunity, and I wanted to know what it felt like to have Bo take me, to have him deep inside me. To stare into his baby blues while we came together.
“Like what you see, darlin’?”
Oh, his drawl was even sexier when it was rough with sleep.
Unable to form words, I gave him a mumbled, “Uh huh.”
His lips kicked up into a grin as he shifted his arms so his hands were behind his head. My gaze zeroed in on his bulging biceps.
“Got any plans to do anything about it?”
The teasing note in his tone snapped me out of my stupor. Smiling, I reached for the waistband of my yoga pants. With a wriggle of my hips, I shoved them down and off before I glided over to the end of the bed. Keeping my gaze on his, and being as sexy as I could, I lowered my palms to the mattress to crawl over to him.
“Damn, girl.”
He reached down and hooking his hands under my arms, lifted me up until our faces were level. My legs slipped to either side of his hips, my breath hitching when his denim-clad erection rubbed up against my panties. I shuddered as he cupped my face and guided me down to his lips so he could kiss me senseless. Dancing my tongue with his, I relaxed and gave over to him, letting every thought other than those about Bo vanish from my mind.
With a swirl of my hips over his hard dick, I had him breaking the kiss with a groan. As he trailed nips and kisses across my jaw, he slipped his hands down my body till he got to the bottom of my shirt. He gathered the fabric in his fists before he began to lift. Sitting up straight, I raised my arms to help Bo get my shirt off. The second he had it raised over my naked breasts—I hadn’t bothered with a bra after my earlier shower—I held my breath, nervous about his reaction to my body. He tossed my shirt aside, and I braved looking at his face to see his response since he was being silent.
He grinned like he’d been waiting for me to look at him.
“Gabs, you have to know—I think you’re beautiful.”
I winced and moved to cover my breasts with my palms. “That’s with clothes on. Covering my piercings and ink.”
His expression softened as he continued to hold my gaze.
“Only some of them are covered with your clothes, darlin’. I know you have your tongue pierced, and your nose. I’ve seen all the tattoos on your arms. I can logic it out that you’d have more under your clothes, especially considering what you do for a living. And I’ve felt your nipple rings when you’ve rubbed up against me. I knew they were there, and I’ve been dying to see what they look like.” He gave me a sexy smirk. “Also curious about where else you might be pierced, darlin’.”
I laughed. “Sorry to disappoint, but there’s no metal below my belly button.”
“Well, damn. Ruined all my dreams, Gabs.”
He winked at me before I could get offended and with a laugh, the last of my tension left my body.