CHAPTER 33

As they walked back to the house arm in arm; they saw Olivia at the end of the pathway, just behind the gate. They waved at her and she grinned, waving back. On cue, she turned her heel and went in, knowing full well her parents wanted to be alone; their happiness at being together at long last curbing the rage she still felt. She didn't care what Hope thought about her but NO ONE slandered her mother and got away with it, hell no. Whistling for Phoebe, she ran upstairs to her room at the end of the hall, Phoebe lumbering after her.
After getting rid of their coats, with mutual, unspoken consent, Bo and Carly went upstairs to her room, hand in hand. Bo closed the door behind them, locking it.
'Don't,' Carly said as he reached for the switch. The lamp on the nightstand was already on. She took his hand, pulling him forward. For a minute, they stared at each other; their love mirrored in their eyes. Bo touched her face, his fingers tracing her cheeks, forehead and chin bone, then her eyebrows, nose and lips. So beautiful after all these years. In turn, Carly touched his unshaven cheek; feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. After his confession, she'd realised her new life has really just begun; having her sailor with her. She still couldn't believe they belonged to each other once again, after all this time... that she meant that much to him.

'I love you, Bo.' She whispered. In reply, Bo took her hand from his cheek, pressing his lips against it. Wrapping his arms round her, he kissed her deeply before pulling away to peel off her sweater over her head and tug down her slacks.
Unbuttoning Bo's shirt and getting it off, Carly caressed his hair-roughened chest before planting hot, stabbing kisses on it, her hands reaching down to unfasten his belt and zipper; then further down to touch him gently. Bo closed his eyes, his hands gripping her hair as he savoured the feel of her fingers and lips against his skin, his desire for her increasing every second. He wanted to make love to her so badly but curbed his impatience. They had all night.

Breathing fast, he pulled her head up; hungrily devouring her mouth, pressing her hard against his arousal. Reacquainting himself with her body, he started with her neck and shoulders, all the while kissing her passionately. Caressing her stomach, hips, the small of her back, he felt something; which he guessed was a scar but wisely said nothing. Instead, his hands slowly moved up her back to unclasp her bra, taking it off; hands moving over the ultra-soft skin. Spasms of white-hot pleasure- pleasure she'd been denied for years- pierced Carly as Bo's warm mouth closed on her breast, his tongue circling the sensitive tip. She fastened her fingers in his hair; her breathing coming out in gasps as he moved to the other one, sensually torturing her. Straightening up, Bo put his hands under her thighs and lifted her up onto his body and carried her to the bed, lowering her onto it and followed her; his hard body against her softness. Carly reached for him again but he grabbed her arms, placing them high about her head in a vice-grip. He devoured her mouth again then placed nibbling kisses on her neck, her breasts and down her stomach; peeling off her panties. Parting her thighs, he touched her then replaced his hand with his mouth; causing her to squirm and whimper, fingers gripping the headboard. After getting rid of his pants Bo moved onto her and captured her mouth as he entered her; her slim legs wrapping round him.
'Carly... I love you, love you so much...' he whispered, lifting her hips.
Carly was instantly reminded how things used to be between them and how things still were after sixteen years; hot, passionate, erotic. She curled her fingers in his chest hair, her legs tightening round his waist as they moved in unison; Bo raining kisses on her face and neck.
Carly felt she was sinking into a wild, wonderful vortex and she never wanted the journey to end. Gasping out his name, her fingers dug into his back as they lost themselves in the burning inferno.
Their love making grew faster; wilder and harder as their entwined bodies thrashed about the bed. Burying his mouth against Carly's throat, Bo grabbed her hand as he felt himself about to climax, Carly already close to. With a hoarse cry he did; Carly's fingers tightly entwining with his as she cried out her own release.
Bo collapsed on her, hardly able to breathe for the pounding of his heart. Carly held him close, panting. 'I love you,' she managed to say. Bo rubbed his cheek against hers before kissing her lingeringly, unable to get enough of her mouth. She was truly his again. Now and forever.
'I love you too, princess.' Was the soft reply.

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'What's wrong?'
They lay together; arms and legs entwined; savouring the soothing afterglow of passion. Carly was rubbing his bare chest absently with her finger tips, a contemplative look on her face.
'Princess,' Bo pushed her hair from her face and cupped her chin. 'Tell me what's bothering you.'
'I'm scared, Bo.'
'Scared of what, Vivian? She's never getting her hands on you or...'
'No, not her.' Nile-green eyes looked down at him. 'Of Fate.'
'Because of Mickey's sudden death?'
'Not just that. You told me that your marriage had its downs as well as its ups the time I was gone. But look at us- in the three years we were together, something always threatened to split us up. I almost lost you to that virus, Victor tried to kill you, he got us both in jail, Torres kidnapped you, and I ruined our wedding day because I didn't tell you about Nicky...'
'That wasn't your fault! You were trying to protect him; it's what any mother would do.'
'What about afterwards? We kept fighting over him- I made so many allowances for him...'
'Carly, I'm going to get mad at you in a few seconds if you don't stop beating yourself up over this!' Bo chided her firmly, squeezing the hand resting on his chest. 'You were trying to make up for the time you lost with him.'
'At the same time, not noticing that Lawrence was using him to come between us.' Carly looked at him. 'You know... that day; the last time we saw each other, that was the day I found out I was pregnant.'
Bo's arms tightened round her. 'That very day?'
'I took the pregnancy test four times to make sure I wasn't crazy. I'll never know why I didn't just open up and tell you; this was something we've waited for... for so long! We were fighting over Nicky and I had a chance to stop it and get us celebrating instead. We were having a baby at last but I didn't tell you!' a tear rolled down Carly's cheek, to Bo's distress.
'Honey...'
Carly shook her head. 'Something always happened to us, Bo. Now I'm afraid Fate could split us up again and I can't bear any more of its twists and turns!'
Bo wiped her tears, pulling her closer. 'Listen to me. I for one and you must from now on, believe that we'll always be together. Fate brought you back into my life; when we needed each other the most. Don't blame Fate completely; we both made some mistakes back then too. We're older and wiser now. No secrets between us and we're not going to let anything or anyone come between us... EVER AGAIN. Am I reaching you?'
Carly regarded Bo solemnly, then pressed her face against his. She slipped her arms round his neck, kissing him feverishly. Rolling her onto her back, he parted her thighs and they made love again. And again. All night long.

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The first thing that crept into Carly's mind the minute she woke up was the question; had last night been a hot, wonderful dream?

Seeing Bo fast asleep beside her showed otherwise. Smiling, she watched him; thinking how vulnerable and young he looked, his face all relaxed and peaceful. She traced it gently with her finger, pressing a light kiss on his lips. She loved everything about him; his kindness, his strength, his stubbornness… everything. From the moment they'd met on his pier twenty years ago, she'd known he was the one; the one destined to heal the past hurts and never make her feel lonely again. She'd loved him then, and she loved him now, more than ever. She thought about what he'd said to her last night and realised he was right; no more secrets of the past to come between them now and she had no doubts of his love for her. They were going to be alright.

Reluctantly, she crept out of bed and walked naked to the bathroom, into the huge glassed-in shower cubicle and turned on the taps. Still tingly from last night, she was surprised she could walk at all, considering the number of times she and Bo had made love; he'd been so passionate and tender, intent on giving her pleasure. Lawrence had been….

NO! She shook her head violently. She must never think about him, never. He's dead and gone, along with her miserable past with him. Her future was with Bo and their daughter. Bo, who loved her…

The glass door opened and she found herself pulled against a hard, muscular chest, followed by a low, sensual growl in her ear. 'Good morning, Princess.'

Carly turned in Bo's arms, slipping her arms round his neck. 'Good morning,' was her breathy reply, whimpering as his hands and mouth resumed its sensual torture on her body. Pushing her wet hair from her forehead, Bo crushed Carly against him, kissing her hotly and hungrily; desire for her engulfing him. Picking her up, he pinned her against the wall, her legs immediately locking round him.

With the water pelting on them, Bo thrust again and again into her, his teeth nipping the side of her neck. Carly's thighs tightened round him, her nails digging into his back as her cries echoed his.

Shuddering at last, Bo pressed his face against her neck, cradling her trembling body; his breathing ragged. Carly rested her head on his shoulder, struggling to catch her breath. 'That,' she managed to say, 'was some good morning.'

Bo smiled, trailing his lips up her neck and cheek to meet her mouth in a fiery kiss, sucking her lower lip. 'You got that right. Maybe that will teach you to try showering without me.'

Carly laughed again, arms encircling his waist. His warm brown eyes scanned her face. 'I've almost forgotten how beautiful you look in the morning.' He said, his fingers tracing her cheeks. 'Last night was….'

'Oh, I know.' She breathed, kissing him. 'I do know.'

They showered, soapy hands caressing each other, kissing deeply. Turning her round, Bo washed her hair, planting kisses on the back of her neck.

'So,' Carly said, as they towelled each other dry afterwards in the bedroom. 'Where do we go from here?'

'I don't know,' Bo replied, eyes dancing. 'You tell me.'

'Well,' Carly smiled. 'Since we've already shared a bed; twice, we might as well share a house.'

'You want me to move in?'

Carly raised an eyebrow. 'Unless you're afraid your boys down at the station will regard their Commissioner as a 'kept man'.' She slipped her arms round his neck, her face serious. 'Jokes apart; will you come and live here with Olivia and me?'

'So long as we both pay the bills, I can live in Windsor Palace with you.' His arms tightened round her waist. 'I love you, and I know I'm going to love living with you again. Lying next to you at night, coffee together every morning…'

'Nights by the fire…' Carly sighed as Bo began nuzzling her neck, 'making love…'

'Fine by me,' His mouth devoured hers, sealing all the plans for the future ahead of them. In need of her again, he slipped the towel off her and carried her to the bed.