Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)(54)

“Boone.”

“You’re close. I can feel it. Let it go.”

I sucked in a breath of air on a gasp when Boone fastened his mouth to the side of my throat, in the one place guaranteed to set me off again.

And it did.

I shattered. My * pulsing around those thick fingers, my clit throbbing against the hard press of his thumb.

By the time that bonus O faded, Boone had levered himself over me.

A whisper-soft kiss crossed my brow. “Sierra.”

“Mmm?”

“Look at me.”

I managed to unroll my eyes from the back of my head and opened them slowly.

That tight feeling in my chest expanded when I gazed into that gorgeous face. We were really here. Together. Like this. The way we’d always wanted.

His gaze never left mine as his hands moved to the insides of my thighs, spreading them wider as he started to work his cock into me. “You are so f*cking tight.”

“That’s because you’re packing a cannon.”

Once he filled me completely, he brushed his lips over mine. “Feeling this hot, wet * bare around my cock? This might be rocket fast. Put your hands on my ass and hang on.”

I murmured, “You’re so bossy,” but my fingers were already digging into that smooth, hard muscle.

“You can complain when I don’t get the job done.”

When he slammed back in twice in rapid succession, I might’ve screamed.

Cocky man just chuckled against my neck. Then he pushed up so he could watch his cock tunneling in and out of me. “You’re so wet. Fuck. It makes me crazy to see that. Makes me want to bury my face in you again.”

“Anytime you want to do that, feel free. You don’t even have to ask.”

That got his focus back on my face. He angled his head and bit my bottom lip, holding it between his teeth like he’d held my clit. Flicking his tongue over it like he’d teased my clit.

My clit pulsed hard.

Then he let my lip go, only to kiss me in that fleeting manner, so he could watch my eyes as he f*cked me.

The man was an animal in bed. His instincts were unparalleled. He knew when I needed more pressure on my clit but not harder thrusts. He knew I needed the stroke of his hand—on my leg, my side, my chest, my neck—to hit that next level right before I unraveled. So the soft scrape of his nails up and down the outside of my thigh pushed me that much closer.

Boone’s tongue swirled just inside my ear. “You ready to come?”

“I can’t come on command,” I panted. “But I’m close.”

Then he was back to kissing me. Hard. Fucking me. Hard. He eased back to say, “Come now. Let me see it.”

He did some flex and grind motion with his hips.

Sensations hit me from all sides: Boone’s breath on my lips, the throbbing in my clit, the rocking of his pelvis, the tight clamp of my * muscles around his cock, which was pulsing hard as he groaned above me.

Whoo-yeah. He could be as bossy in bed as he wanted after that.

My skin was sticky, my nipples ached, my throat was dry.

I’d never felt so…spectacular. And not just spectacularly f*cked either.



Boone kept me spooned against him as we caught our breath. He trailed his fingers up and down my arm.

I rolled over and faced him. Or rather, I faced his bare chest. His muscled bare chest. Now that we were lovers, would he let me touch him and kiss him any time I wanted? Would he let me lick and suck and taste? I bent forward and placed my lips on the upper curve of his left pec.

God. He smelled so good. I parted my lips, gliding them back and forth across his damp skin. He tasted good too. I flattened my palm on the right side of his chest to hold him in place as my mouth wandered to explore the left side. Was that thick slab of muscle always hard? Or was he flexing? I rubbed the side of my face across the top of his chest, loving how the firm flesh felt against mine. I buried my face above his sternum, letting his chest hair tickle my lips as I breathed him in. I liked that he had some chest hair. I didn’t like furry, but super smooth was kind of weird. The delineated line of his lower pecs grabbed my attention and my tongue darted out to follow the deep cut. How often did he have to lift weights to stay so amazingly ripped?

My fingers had been caressing the right side of his chest and my thumb connected with his nipple. I pressed kisses back up his torso until I reached the flat disk, circling it with just the tip of my tongue. Then I lapped at it, tasting the salt and musk of him. I used my teeth, watching how fast the disk pebbled when I blew a stream of air across it. I played around doing what I wanted until I realized Boone hadn’t said anything for quite some time. And I could feel his heart beating much harder.

I peered up at him.

“Having fun?” he asked in that sexy, growling tone.

I forgot about after-sex talk and everything else when faced with the glory of his chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I loved it.”

“You did? But I wasn’t doing anything specific like trying to turn you on.”

Boone curled his hand around the side of my face. “That’s why I loved it. But it did turn me the f*ck on. Watching how much you liked touching me.”

“So I really can touch you any time I want?”

He laughed.

“Why is that funny?”