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As he gazed down at what she’d revealed, he couldn’t help bringing his mouth to her breast. Maybe she was looking for an escape from what she was going through, a few moments to feel good and receive some emotional support. He was happy to provide that. It was everything that might come afterward that could become a problem...
But he’d already screwed up his job. He was pretty sure there’d be no saving it, not once Annabelle heard what Bastian had to say. And he couldn’t believe an educated beautiful woman like Ismay would be interested in him long-term. So what was he really worried about? If he was about to be fired, he wouldn’t be on the island much longer. He needed to go back to Louisiana, anyway.
She tugged on the T-shirt he was wearing with a pair of basketball shorts, so he took it off. Then she slid her arms around his neck, bringing her breasts in contact with his chest, and he thought he might climax before he even made it to the bed.
What the hell, he thought. Something like this didn’t come along every day. After what he’d been through, no one knew better than he did how important it was to savor the good times.
26
The way Bo touched her and kissed her and encouraged Ismay to relax and trust him was both tender and reassuring—and kept any second thoughts from creeping in. Being with him was more fulfilling than being with Remy had been, at least in a long time. That she’d even have such a thought shocked her. There was just something about him. It’d been there almost from the beginning, when he’d knocked on her door during that terrible storm. He was just so calm and seemed immanently reliable. She knew he was a good person, knew he’d take her feelings into consideration every step of the way. That was what Remy often neglected to do. He didn’t pay enough attention to what she was experiencing, because he was too focused on whathewas experiencing—something that extended beyond their sexual relationship.
“I haven’t been with many women,” Bo admitted, when he climaxed almost as soon as he pressed inside her. “Even then, it’s been quite some time.”
She could tell he was embarrassed that he hadn’t been able to last as long as he wanted. But she didn’t mind. There was a level of intimacy in what they were sharing that had nothing to do with whether she came, too. She felt safe in his arms, enjoyed the solid weight of his body while he was resting on her and the comfort and security she felt while resting on him.
So falling asleep with him afterward was probably the best part—until he woke up a few hours later and started touching her again. Then he seemed determined to take her all the way, and since they were past any initial uncertainty regarding whether they should allow themselves to have sex, she was able to cast aside any remaining inhibitions and thoroughly enjoy herself.
As the pleasure built, she loved that the moon was bright enough outside the window that she could see Bo’s face. There was so much intensity there—not because he was trying to hold back; she got the impression he was in control this time—but because he was obviously enjoying what he was doing for her.
Still, when she felt that incredible release and groaned, he let go and came only seconds behind her.
“You’re incredibly good in bed,” she said as he slumped over her while trying to catch his breath.
“Are you kidding?” he said, a smile in his voice. “You can say that after I botched the first time?”
“It wasn’t botched. It was...real. Honest. Raw. I loved it.”
“It was certainly better than anythingI’veever had,” he said.
That statement was something she’d never expected him to say. “I don’t know much about your life before you came here.”
He didn’t respond. His eyes were closed. She didn’t know if he was thinking or falling asleep, but one of them had to move out to the couch. She was afraid if they dropped off again, it would be morning by the time they woke up, and then there’d be no way to avoid her brother realizing they’d been together.
She preferred not to have that happen. “You said you haven’t been with many women, but have you had any long-term relationships?”
He roused himself enough to say no.
He didn’t elaborate, so she said, “Why not?”
“I just haven’t been in the right situation.”
“I’d love to hear more about your life—what it was like living in lowland swamps, what you did after you left that area.”
Opening his eyes, he lifted his wrist and checked his watch. “Wow, it’s late. Or, rather, it’s early. I’d better get out of here. Jack will be up before we know it.”
“Heisan early riser,” she pointed out.
“And we’re supposed to finish the fence.”
“You won’t have the strength for that kind of physical labor after being up with me most of the night, will you?”
“I’ll do what I can. We could always put it off a day and finish tomorrow. Or not at all. Who knows what the Windsors have in store for me.”
She caught his arm before he could leave the bed and pulled him in for a final kiss. “I’ll feel terrible if they fire you. I’m really hoping that won’t happen.”
He studied her for several seconds as he smoothed the hair out of her eyes. “Whatever they do, it was worth it.”
“Why are you on the couch?”
