Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)(61)

“I get that.”

“Does it scare you?” He stroked my cheekbones with his thumbs.

“It doesn’t scare me.” I flattened my hand over his heart. “It excites me. It humbles me.”

“Humbles you? Why?” The intensity in those dark brown eyes didn’t lessen. “Even after everything I told you last night?”

“Especially after everything you told me. And here you are, owning up to how you feel first thing this morning. No backtracking. No excuses.”

“You thought I might say, ‘Sorry, babe. I said some stuff last night that I didn’t mean’?”

“I don’t want to piss you off by saying I didn’t know how you would react. Or what would happen this morning.”

Boone rested his forehead to mine.

Although he held me gently, his entire body vibrated with tension. “But I know what I wanted to happen,” I said softly.

“What?”

“This.”

“Can you be more specific?”

I tipped my head back to look at him. “That there is an ‘us’ and it’s a new beginning, not just closure from our past. That we’re both all f*cking in.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re my past and my future. We are gonna figure this couple communication shit out, Sierra.”

“I know. So let’s get the big stuff out of the way first.”

“Big stuff…like?”

“Like I want you to move in with me.” I laughed at his utter look of shock. “Not expecting that one, were you?”

“No, ma’am. But you’ve got my attention.”

I busied myself refilling our coffee before I laid out my plan. I looked at him. “You want logical or emotional first?”

“Logical.”

“You’ve been looking for a place to live. I have a six-bedroom house.”

“So I’d rent from you.”

I sighed. “Okay, it doesn’t appear that we can separate logic and emotion. You’re probably going to be over all the time because we’re all f*cking in. I have a kick-ass house with a pool and a big garage. You need a place to live. Logically you should live here.”

“Lu pays rent?” he asks.

“Yes. She does yard maintenance and I pay the utilities.”

“Even if we share a bedroom I’ll pay to live here.”

I hated talking about money. “You could pay for part of the utilities.”

Boone crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s that run a month?”

“In the summer months when it’s brutally hot it’s about twelve hundred bucks. The rest of the year, half that.”

“So you’re happy getting the short end of the stick and paying more than your fair share? In your own damn house?”

I slapped my hands on the counter. “Keep that in mind, West. It is my house. If I want to give Lu a break on rent because I trust her and like having her live with me? I can. Same with you. I’m not going to take extra money from you that I don’t want or need to run this house because you feel you owe me. I don’t think you’re a charity case, either. I own this house. No mortgage payment. I knew when I bought it I didn’t need this much space. But it was one of those real estate deals I couldn’t pass up. The price was ridiculously low and I had capital gains I had to invest in something. So the only payments I have on it are utilities, insurance and property taxes. You don’t want to live here without paying something? Fine. But I don’t expect you and Lu to foot the bill so I can live here free and clear.”

He walked around the center island and stopped behind me, bracing his palms on the edge of the counter, caging me in. “Jesus, you’re stubborn.” He rubbed his lips across the top of my ear. “I’ll pay the utilities. We’ll talk about the grocery bill later. For right now…” He dragged an openmouthed kiss from the hollow below my ear, down the side of my neck, making sure to hit every blasted hot spot he’d discovered last night. “I’m ready for my breakfast.”

My body was a mass of goose bumps even when my skin went hot and tight. My vision turned hazy. My brain veered offline when he peeled my yoga pants down my legs. Next he stripped off my T-shirt. He licked up my spine, starting at the small of my back. By the time his tongue reached the band of my bra, his hands had it undone and he tossed it aside.

“Boone—”

“Turn around.”

I did and his mouth was on mine as his hands cupped my breasts, then followed the outline of my body, stopping at my hips.

He eased up on the kiss to say, “Hop up on the counter.”

But he needn’t have bothered telling me as he lifted me up without any effort.

The hunger in his eyes sent another shiver through me.

As did the possessive growl when he put his hands on the inside of my thighs and pressed them open, baring me to him completely.

Boone didn’t say another word. He just lowered his head and feasted on me.

My initial worry about being naked in my kitchen with the morning sun streaming through the windows and highlighting my private parts…vanished with each flick of his tongue, with every long lick, with every sucking kiss.

He was relentless.

I was unprepared for how fast he could get me off.