Under The Southern Sky (ON HOLD)

Chapter 18

After our shower, Bo went and got in bed while I used his blow dryer.  It had gotten cooler and I didn't want to go to bed with a wet head.

While I was using the appliance, my mind was going back over the last couple of hours and the adjective sated came to mind as well as the word complete.

For a long time, after we had moved to Fort Worth and I had gotten to the dating age, I never seemed to find where I belonged or fit and ever since I've moved back home and met Bo, that no longer applies.

I now feel like a puzzle that had lost one single piece and it had been frantically searched for and was finally found. 

Now that the piece is in its proper place, the picture it created is beautiful and I find myself rushing for the puzzle glue, because I'll be damned if anything or anyone is going to upset that picture.

When my hair is dry, I put a little product spray on it to protect it from the heat of the blow dryer and run my brush through it.  Now I'm ready.

I drop the towel around my body and hang it up before I grab my Pink Chiffon body spray and spritz a little on.  Turning the light out, I step into the small hallway and see Bo, in bed, sitting up against the headboard looking a million miles away.

I enjoyed stalking his sexy body and it was fast becoming one of my favorite pastimes.  I mean look at him!

He was under the sheets, naked.  Hmm, naked.  No clothing.  Bare.  Nude.  God!  I felt like a b*tch in heat, but since we made love, my body screams for his.  It's like he's the drug for what ails me.

Strong, beautiful face.  Manly but gorgeous nose.  Soft stubble that decorates his rugged face.

Broad shoulders that have seen their fair share of hard work, biceps born and fashioned from that work.

Long, expert fingers that held my hand with such tenderness and bought such pleasure to the rest of my body it was insane.

I never asked him if he worked out or if his god-like abs came from just everyday life on the ranch but at any rate they were magnificent to look at and touch.

His manhood was the stuff dreams were made of and out of all the books, self-help guides and videos I had seen, and there were a lot, none of the men came close to Bo.

I loved how strong his legs felt when I was on top, making love to him.  Firm, muscled and they filled out a pair of Wranglers very nicely as did his ass.

Smoothing out my hair, I stood confidently and walked toward the bed, which I noticed not only had clean sheets but an added quilt.  It looked like something that had been made by hand and a labor of love.

He smiled and threw back the covers, not hesitating, I crawled in and went straight for him, curling into his side and laying my head on his chest.

I loved how great it felt for his arms to be wrapped around me, so thinking he would like the same thing, I slid my hand behind his back and engulfed him with my embrace.

He smelled so clean and manly and I never wanted to go a day when I couldn't appreciate that scent.

"Did Hank or Tuck ever tell you why we left Canadian?" I asked, my question breaking the silence.

I was almost hypnotized by his fingers running up and down my arm, the sensation making me feel hazy from his touch.

"No but I remember hearing the rumors and Hank tellin me to pay it no mind.  Do you even recall meeting me over at Tuck's?" He asked looking down at me.