Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)(53)

“But you do have fear of something.”

“Yeah.”

He kissed me. “Tell me.”

“Now that we’re lovers…that’s not all I want us to be to each other.”

“Sierra. Baby, the last two weeks haven’t been some calculated buildup. Now that we’ve banged each other’s brains out, I won’t be scouting for a new conquest.”

“I know that. It’s just…”

Warm, firm lips glided over mine. Then he kissed my cheeks, the corners of my eyes. His mouth migrated to my ear with more of his barely-there kisses. An unfamiliar dizzying rush of need swamped me.

Boone whispered, “You think too much.”

He rolled and I was on top of him. But with the way he’d crossed his arms over my back, he retained the upper hand from below. He nudged my jaw with the top of his head, his prompt for me to bare my neck to him.

Which I did without hesitation.

His nuzzles were surprisingly sweet. Achingly tender. Completely unhurried. The heat of his breath in my ear elicited a head-to-toe shiver and a soft moan.

“I’ll never lie to you.” More heated breath and the pass of his soft lips on my ear. “I’ll want you naked. A lot. A whole, whole lot. I can’t think of any better way to show you how I feel about you than when we’re like this. Just us here in this place that is ours alone because we can make it whatever we want it to be. We can be…smug in the knowledge that it’s never been like this, for either of us, ever, with anyone else.”

In that moment I felt Boone West reach inside my chest and wrap his big hands around my heart. It didn’t scare me, this hold he had on me. It felt right.

I sighed.

He chuckled against my throat. “Freak-out done?”

“Mostly.”

“Can we get back to being freaky now?”

He was such a guy. “By all means, West, bring it on.”

Once again I found myself flipped onto my back.

Boone was right in my face. “Condoms. What did you decide?”

“Oh, this is up to me? I’m thinking maybe you’d better double bag this bad boy.” I wrapped my fingers around his shaft at the base and he hissed. “He seems a little ornery.”

“Si-er-ra. Focus. Condoms. Yes. No.”

“You told me you’re clean—I will be checking that medical report as soon as your phone is charged up—and I’m on the pill, but you didn’t ask if I’m clean.”

“I know you are. You had blood work done in Sundance. An STD screen was part of it to rule out all factors for infection and fever. I was worried about you so I checked your labs when they came back to make sure nothing was missed.”

“I appreciate you looking out for me.” I touched my lips to his. “Sounds like we can skip condoms.”

Boone smashed his mouth to mine.

Damn but the man could kiss.

This kiss was pure seduction. Soft, melting, teasing. Licking his way into my mouth, easing back to brush the scruff on his cheek across my lips, sending a spike of heat straight between my legs. He circled my right wrist with his left hand and slid my arm up above my head. Then he threaded his fingers through mine, squeezing slightly. The callused edge of his thumb made lazy circles around the bone in my wrist. If I closed my eyes and concentrated, the movement mimicked the way he’d traced his tongue around my clit.

My clit throbbed hard once in remembrance and I moaned.

Boone trailed biting kisses down my neck to the ball of my shoulder. His right hand skimmed my side from my hip up to the outer curve of my breast.

I held my breath each time his teasing fingers almost reached my areola. I’d been so focused on that, I’d lost track of his mouth.

Then wet heat engulfed my nipple, followed by a hard suck.

My back bowed off the mattress.

He shifted, pressing his hip over mine to keep me still as he continued to torment my breast with lazy flicks of his tongue and cool puffs of breath.

Through it all, he kept my hand clasped above my head, his heavy arm stretched out over mine so I felt every flex of his powerful biceps.

Boone’s silence as he showed me the pleasure he took in my body served as a reminder of his intensity. Every touch was so electric that when I glanced down, I expected to see flares of blue lightning dancing across my skin. Then he fed me languorous soul kisses that rocked me to the marrow of my bones.

He moved with sensuous intent as he switched sides, teasing the wrist bone of my left hand and pinning it above my head. His left hand traveled down the center of my body until his fingers breached the curls between my legs. He followed the seam of my sex to where I was wet. Really wet.

His rumble of satisfaction vibrated in my lips and tongue as he kissed me, sending a reverberation down my throat and exploding in a wave of tingles throughout the rest of my body. He stroked my slit, stopping at the top to tease the bundle of nerves nearly hidden in the folds of my swollen sex. Then another long, slow sweep down and he pushed two fingers inside me.

With his mouth controlling mine, I couldn’t arch up. Every swirl across my clit and two-fingered plunge proved that he set the pace. I couldn’t force this orgasm to happen on my own. It was his to give me.

When my thighs started to shake and I dug my nails into his forearm, he didn’t pause in his rhythm, but he pulled back so our lips were barely touching and gritted out, “Give it to me. I want to feel you coming around my fingers.”