Unbreak My Heart (21 page)

I let go with a harsh grunt, my release made sweeter and more perfect with Sierra whispering, “That’s it, Boone. Give me all of it. Don’t ever hold back with me.”

“Fuck.” I shuddered through every pulse with my face buried in her neck. I kept thrusting—for how long, I had no idea, time had no place here—just small pumps of my hips, even after the last hot spurt, unwilling to lose this connection with her.

Her grip tightened on my hair. “Don’t stop.”

I opened my mouth over the spot on her neck that caused her to squirm and gasp. When I used my teeth, she whimpered. When I teased with butterfly flicks of my tongue, she begged. And when I sank my teeth in and sucked hard on that sweet sensitive flesh? She emitted a little scream and bucked against me as she came again.

Hottest. Fucking. Thing. Ever.

The bonus? My dick was an iron rod again by the time she finished. I nipped her throat one last time before I took those lips.

Although I’d tried, sort of, to keep it slow and sweet this time…it wasn’t. It would be fast though because I couldn’t get enough of how amazing her body felt wrapped around mine, how quickly she clamped down those tight inner muscles to keep me deep inside every time I bottomed out.

I plowed into her, my head spinning, my body primed once again to detonate. I ended the kiss, letting my head fall back as my balls lifted and I started to come, closing my eyes to fucking savor every hard jerk of release. My last conscious memory before the orgasm engulfed me was of her sassy little tongue licking sweat trickling down my neck.

After my vision cleared and the blood stopped roaring in my head, Sierra’s mouth brushed my ear. “You, Boone West, are a sexy beast when you come.”

I groaned against her throat. My legs were cramping. So was my ass. We needed to take a break—a small one, at any rate. “So where’s your bed, McKay?”

B
oone carried me
to bed.

It was one of those passionate, romantic, swoon-worthy scenes like in the movies. My legs were secured around his waist. My elbows rested on his shoulders as my hands gripped his hair. My neck was arched and he dragged openmouthed kisses down the side, sending shivers flowing over every inch of my naked skin. How could he see where we were going? I chalked that up to some kind of super soldier skill.

And Boone’s hands. God, those big, rough, amazing hands had such a tight grip on my ass I could feel every individual finger digging into my flesh. He’d leave bruises, because I bruised like a peach, but I wanted them. I welcomed them. I couldn’t wait to turn around and look over my shoulder and see proof of Boone’s passion embedded in my skin.

He lifted his mouth long enough to say, “Christ, is your bedroom in Mexico?”

I snickered. “Last room on the right. It’s kind of a big house.”

He gently deposited me on the bed. Then after he shut and locked the door, he tossed the condom in the trash, rewarding me with a full view of his magnificent ass. All hard and round and just…yum.

Boone spun around and stopped with his hands on his hips. “Did you just say yum?”

“Uh-huh. I was looking at your ass.”

“Really.”

My gaze zeroed in on his cock, which was hard again. “Is your dick feeling bad because I said your ass is yummy?”

He grinned. “You showed my dick earlier just how yummy you think it is.”

“So you’ve gotten over your pissiness about the surprise blowjob during a college football victory party?”

Boone fisted his cock in his hand. Keeping his eyes on my chest, he slowly stroked up and down.

My body just went…done. Hot, wet and ready for that bad boy again?
Yes. Please.

“This is a total dick question.”

“And you’re addressing it to me?” I looked pointedly at his crotch. “Shouldn’t you be talking to…?”

“Jesus, you’re a smartass even in bed.”

“Lucky you, huh, baby?” I cooed.

Boone closed his eyes and muttered something before he looked at me again. “I’ll rephrase. The question I’m about to ask might be taken as rude, but I’m asking anyway. Are you on the pill?”

“Yes. Why?” I knew why and my girl parts quivered with excitement at the thought of no condom between them and that badass dick Boone had going on.

He pounced on me, shaking the bed. Then he settled his body on top of mine so we were face-to-face. The fire in his eyes caused my belly to flip. With deliberate slowness, he brushed his lips over mine. “I want to fuck you bare. Nothing between us. I’m clean. The health report is three months old but I haven’t been with anyone in that time.” Another teasing pass of that succulent mouth across mine. “I have access to the document on my phone.”

“Okay. Equally dick-ish question back to you.” I paused. “Do you have the document on your phone so you can say, ‘Let’s skip the condoms, I’m clean, I’ll prove it?’ And then most women don’t ask to actually look at it?”

The anger I expected didn’t appear. Instead he smiled at me. “McKay, I’m so fucking proud of you right now I could clap.”

“Why?” The weight of him, the heat of him, the scent of him, god, the reality of him was turning everything hazy.

Then he increased that level of heat another fifty degrees with more drugging kisses. “Because you didn’t just assume I’m telling you the truth about being clean. You questioned it.”

“Oh. Well,
go me!
for passing the ‘truth in medical intentions’ pop quiz from my very favorite medical professional.”

Those hot brown eyes just watched me.

“What?”

“You’re nervous.”

“Of course I’m nervous.”

“Why?”

I cupped his jaw and my thumbs met in the middle of his lips. I outlined that damp flesh, bottom and top. “Because this is
you
. I’ve wondered what this would be like with you since the first time you looked at me on the bus.”

“And what just happened in the foyer? My mouth between your legs until you came on my face twice and then my cock slamming into you so hard neither of us could fucking breathe? What was that?”

“Some pent-up aggression on your part. Some desperation on my part. I wanted that. Trust me. We both knew the first time it’d be about intensity. But this is different. We’ve dealt with the lust. Twice. So much lust, Boone,” I murmured against his mouth, “that there wasn’t time for nerves. So I’m anxious because I don’t know what to expect now. Not that I have a fear of disappointment.”

“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.”

“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 pussy 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 fucking tight.”

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

Once he filled me completely, he brushed his lips over mine. “Feeling this hot, wet pussy 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.”