Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)(104)
After I showered, I slipped on the complimentary spa robe and wandered onto the balcony. I rested against the railing, watching the setting sun throwing light over the cathedral spires in the distance, when Boone came up behind me.
He latched onto my hips and placed a kiss on the side of my neck. “So? What do you think?”
His scent enveloped me and I closed my eyes. “I think everything about it is beautiful. You have excellent taste, West.”
“Yes, I do.” He swept my hair aside, using his teeth on my neck in that skillful and maddening way that weakened my knees. “I know what I need to taste right now,” he growled against my skin.
“Right here?” I breathed.
“No. I want you naked and no one gets to see you like that but me.” Boone steered me into the room, his mouth never leaving my skin.
Immediately I noticed a warm, woodsy scent filling the space. I twisted away from his marauding mouth for a moment so I could pinpoint the source of that scent.
Candles.
Boone had lit the candles scattered throughout the room. Every surfaced glowed from the flickering flames—reflected in the mirrors, the glass coffee table, the polished wooden side tables and glinted in the steel behind the mantel. The open balcony doors sent the sheer white canopy on the bed fluttering in the breeze. This fairytale setting disproved his claim about not being romantic.
My throat went tight. “Boone. What…is all this?”
“Me, taking care of you.” He untied the sash on my robe, purposely dragging the fluffy, nubby fabric across my skin as he peeled it off my body. Then he murmured, “Sit in the chair by the fireplace.”
Four fast heartbeats after my ass landed in the chair, Boone was on his knees, his hands spreading my thighs, his mouth on me. I let my head fall back and surrendered to his hot, wet erotic kiss that broadcast his hunger.
The first time I came it was fireworks and flames, colors exploding behind my lids in time to the pulsating in my clit.
The second time I came was even better.
Right after orgasm number two, while my breathing remained ragged and my entire body quivered, Boone had me on my hands and knees on the rug in front of the fireplace. His legs shook as he caged me beneath him. He kept one hand between us, his fingers teasing my drenched sex as he guided himself inside me. He paused, his hardness buried to the hilt as he fought for control.
Or else he was waiting to see how long I could hold out before I begged him to f*ck me.
He nuzzled the side of my head, his lips traveling from my temple to the edge of my jaw. I lost my mind when he did that sucking-the-air-out-of-my-ear-rather-than-blowing-it-in thing as he began to stroke in and out of me. Each one a little faster, a little harder. Then he sank his teeth into the ball of my shoulder and surged into me.
His pelvis slapped my ass with every deep stroke. He placed his palm between my shoulder blades and pushed; a wordless lover’s command to lower my chest.
I groaned as the rug abraded my nipples, shooting a zip line of tingles from those tight tips straight down my belly to my wet, desire-inflamed core.
Boone’s sexy grunts as his flesh slammed against mine were almost enough to tip me over the edge. Almost. So when his clever fingers started a soft pinch and release on my slippery clit…that sent me bucking and arching as orgasm number three steamrolled me.
My head was still spinning; my sex was still spasming when Boone stretched over me completely, threading his fingers through mine and pressing his face into the nape of my neck. He pumped his hips in an erotic cadence, not fast, not slow, just mind-blowingly perfect.
When he started to come, in that dreamy, unhurried pace, I felt every hard jerk of his cock, every hot burst of his seed bathing my swollen tissues, every short exhale from his lungs as he poured every bit of his passion for me, into me.
Spent and sated, and unwilling to lose the connection, we stayed like that until not even the heat from the fireplace could warm the chill from our bodies.
Boone retreated, planting kisses down my spine as he moved out of me. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to bed.
We woke up two hours later, completely famished.
Rather than leave our romantic love nest, Boone ordered room service. But in a place this classy it wasn’t food brought up on a tray. We had balcony service—a waiter arrived and set up the table with linens, a small bouquet of flowers and gleaming tableware. After popping the cork on the bottle of champagne, he left us to enjoy our romantic dinner in our robes.
So I nearly fell off the chair when Boone lifted the silver dome on the butler’s cart to reveal…pizza. Gourmet pizza, to be sure, but it was still pizza.
I had to hide my watery eyes when he said he’d chosen pizza because it’d become a Sunday night tradition with us.
Later when we were curled up in bed, he sighed. “Back to the real world tomorrow.”
“Today was perfect, Boone. Thank you.”
“Thank you for…being there for me last night.” He tightened his hold on me. “Did it bug you that I didn’t introduce you to my dad this morning?”
“No. And not just because you didn’t introduce yourself to my mom. Why? Are you wishing you had?”
“Fuck that. I knew he’d turn into an * when he found out your last name is McKay. But there was a nasty part of me that would like to see him squirm about that.” He sighed again. “That nasty streak I inherited from my mom rarely wins.”