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Kerry pushed her long, raven-colored hair out of her face and behind her ear when Bo walked in. He'd seen her do that a thousand times. He'd known her since they'd walked each other to kindergarten nearly twenty-five years ago.
But something in the way she did it this morning hit him like a sledgehammer in his solar plexus. He felt sweat pop out on his forehead, and his heart started beating like he was running up the mountain after a suspect.
If he wasn't careful, he was going to go down for the count.
"Bo?" Kerry was up out of her chair behind the radio in seconds.
When had she started looking so good? He had time to wonder at his thought as his breath rasped in and out of his lungs. She was wearing a white t-shirt that molded to her breasts as faithfully as if it had been tailored just for her. He remembered when she'd developed those breasts. He'd given Dennis Connors a black eye for whistling at her and making her cry.
Connors was now his boss as mayor of the city, but that was forgotten as he looked at Kerry now. Below those wonderful breasts he was suddenly starving to taste, her body was loaded with so many curves a man could spend a lifetime taking the ride. Her hips flared out with a nice roundness, especially when she was wearing those worn, cutoff blue jean shorts she had on today that showed off her tanned legs to perfection. He managed to look down. Seeing her toes with the splash of ruby red polish on them peeking out from her comfortable looking sandals made him feel like a flash inferno was shooting from the bottom of his balls clear out his ears.
In those few seconds, she as at his side. "What's wrong?"
He felt like he wasunder some kind of spell controlling his actions. He shook his head. It didn't help. All he knew was that he had to take her. This minute. He had wasted too much time.
"Mine," he said. His arms went around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Her hands splayed against his chest. It didn't matter whether she wanted this or not. Part of him, the part that considered himself an officer and gentlemen was saying he should stop, back away, give her a chance to say no.
A stronger, darker and more dangerous part was in charge and didn't want her to have any control.
"Bo?" Her hands were against his chest.
He took a deep breath, like he was about to go under the surface of the Nolichucky for one last time. It cleared the fog of desire from his brain long enough for him to realize the look in her eyes wasn't fear but concern. Then passion clouded his gaze once more. All chains were loosed. He pulled her tighter against him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her pelvis aligned perfectly with his cock, which was demanding he make her his in the only way that mattered.
When she felt his need pressing against her, she relaxed a little.
"Bo." This time his name was a statement of acceptance.
He wanted to be gentle. It wasn't possible. He lowered his mouth to hers and took lips in a kiss he felt he'd waited for forever. They had been friends most of their lives, but this had nothing to do with friendship. He took and took some more. She gave everything he asked for and more.
Her lips tasted sweet and moist. His tongue thrust through them and when hers tangled with it, Bo moaned his need aloud. He never remembered being so hungry and needy for a woman before. His hands couldn't stay still. They roamed over her waist and up to her pinup worthy breasts. When he trailed a finger over her nipple, he could tell she was aroused, too, even through her bra and t-shirt.
Though part of him wanted to linger there, to feel the weight of her bare breasts spilling out of his hands, the other, wilder part urged to grab for more. Since self-control seemed to be lost in the fog of heady desire, his hands slid down her sides and back and reached her butt.