Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)(72)

“But on you? It’s way hotter than if you were wearing nothing but a garter belt and pasties.”

I managed to eke out a soft, “Why?”

“Because it issues a challenge. It screams power. It demands, ‘Are you man enough to peel back the armor?’ It reminds me that I’m the luckiest motherf*cker on the planet that you’re mine.”

He snarled the last word.

Then he was on me. Hands in my hair. Mouth owning mine. Body to body as he drove me backward until my ass met the sliding glass door.

Boone’s need swamped me. He wanted me like this. As the woman I was now, not the girl I’d been. I didn’t have to prove I was smart and strong and feminine. He knew it. Celebrated it. Embraced it.

I surrendered completely; to the moment and to him.

But when my grabby hands reached for him, Boone broke the kiss.

Circling my wrists, he pinned my hands above my head on the sliding glass door. “Leave them there.” Then he nosed aside the collar of my blouse so he could make me squirm, make me wet with that wicked mouth on my skin.

“I’m gonna f*ck you like this,” he panted against my neck. “Wearing this suit and those bang-me-baby high heeled shoes.”

“Yes. Please.”

Boone rocked his hips into mine and reconnected our mouths in a hot, wet kiss.

I couldn’t get enough of the slow stroke of his tongue, how he teased and took. His fingers slipped the buttons on my blouse free with such deliberate care that the sound of his fingertips scraping the fragile fabric made me arch closer. I wanted the calluses stroking my skin.

He trailed biting kisses from my lips to my ear. “Hold still.”

I could only moan. The fuzziness in my head, the tightness of my skin, the wetness between my thighs made my thoughts incoherent beyond the word more.

Sudden freedom around my ribcage meant he’d popped the front clasp of my bra. Immediately he pushed the lace cups aside as well as the edges of my blouse. He flattened his palms above my breasts and smoothed his big hands down my torso slowly, making sure every inch of my soft skin felt the rough touch of his.

When he reached my hips, his grip tightened. He ended the panty-drenching, body-shaking-soul kiss, but kept his lips on mine when he said, “Turn around.”

I gasped when my bare chest connected with the cool glass. My nipples hardened when Boone’s strong grip on my wrists forced my arms up higher.

“Brace yourself,” he murmured in my ear.

He shimmied my skirt up until the fabric bunched around my waist.

I groaned when my butt cheeks met the hard bones of his hips and his thick cock pressed against the crack of my ass.

Two fingers traced the cleft and he pulled the thin fabric of my thong aside.

Boone brushed my hair over my shoulder and placed a surprisingly soft kiss on the sweep of my shoulder. “Spread your legs.”

As soon as I did that, he started to stroke me with one long finger, from the wetness pouring from my opening to my clit.

“You like this.”

“I like everything you do to me.”

He scraped his teeth down the back of my neck with the same rhythm he stroked my clit. “Tell me what’ll make you come.”

“Shoving your cock into me would do it.”

“Mmm.”

That small mmm reverberated from the back of my neck all the way down to my tailbone.

I thought Boone would torture me with the mad skills of his fingers until I came, but he held me open and impaled me in one hard, fast, thorough thrust with that magnificent cock. “Yes. God. More. Please.”

“Give me your neck,” he demanded.

From our first intimate encounter he’d discovered that hot spot and exploited it shamelessly with his hungry, sucking mouth.

Thrashing beneath him, my mind hazy from pleasure, my body teetered on the brink of orgasm. He rested his hand between my hipbones to hold me in place as he f*cked me, but that hand position also allowed his thumb to apply constant friction on my clit.

“Come for me and I’ll give it to you harder,” he murmured, his deep voice a rumble against the sensitive skin of my neck.

I was so wet his thumb slid around in the slipperiness, forcing him to adjust his hand and use his fingers to pinch that swollen bundle of nerves.

Pinch.

Teeth on my neck.

Cock driving into me.

I only lasted about three rounds before that coiled tension unspooled. I gasped with each hard throb; my fingers squeaked against the glass as I tried to hold on to some reality before bliss sucked me under.

My * spasmed around the thick intrusion of his cock and Boone hissed in my ear, “Jesus, Sierra. Fuck, f*ck, f*ck. So good.”

He hammered into me. Grunting, growling deliciously dirty words I only half-heard through the veil of pleasure still surrounding me.

When Boone started to come, I shook myself out of my sexual stupor to watch him in the glass, such fierce masculine beauty undone…by me.

I almost came again just from that.

In the aftermath, he buried his face in my hair. He wrapped his arms around me, giving my arms a rest. His chest heaved against my back. His body shook.

When his breathing leveled out, I turned my head and brushed my hand down the side of his face. “Hi.”

He groaned. “Fuck. I’m such an animal when it comes to you. I didn’t even say ‘Hello, baby, how was your day?’ I just—”