Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)

Boone buried his face in my hair. His body shook.

I turned my head toward his and hissed, “Are you laughing at me, you rat bastard?”

“No. Never. Jesus. I’m…” His lips found my ear through my tangle of hair. “I heard what you said to her.”

“And?”

“And I’m so fucking hot for you right now that it’s taking every ‘deflect combat’ maneuver I ever learned to stop me from dragging you the fuck out of here.”

“Oh.”

“Two hours. Then we’re gone.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”





“I almost rented a limo to pick us up after the party,” I murmured in Sierra’s ear as she slipped the keycard in the door.

“Why?”

“That’d be a classier way to fulfill your car sex fantasy that you keep bugging me about.”

Once we were inside the room, Sierra pushed me against the door and cupped my cheek in her hand. “What is going on in that head of yours, soldier? Why would you think a limo would matter to me?”

“Because sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever feel worthy of you.”

“How ironic. Because sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever feel like I deserve you.”

We watched one another.

“You deserve a man who celebrates everything about you that is uniquely you.” I turned my head and kissed the base of her thumb. “A man who loves you like you are the sunshine that fills his days and the moon glow that fills his nights.”

“How lucky I am that you are that man.” She placed her hand over my heart. “I love that I’m the only woman you’ve ever deemed worthy enough to share this poetic, romantic, utterly sweet side of yourself with.”

“I didn’t know it was there until you brought it out in me.”

“Show me without words.”

No idea why my nerves kicked in. I knew what Sierra wanted in bed; I’d become an expert at giving it to her. Hard, fast, dirty, greedy. Sometimes sweet and slow. Sometimes funny but always frequent.

But maybe tonight, I’d give her what she needed. What we both needed.

I brought her mouth to mine for a long, exploratory kiss.

She swayed against me and I automatically righted her by latching onto her ass.

My hands were rough, so I kept my touch light on the delicate fabric of her dress as I skimmed my palms up her back. When I reached her shoulders, I ended the kiss and whispered, “Turn around.”

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her eyes met mine. Then she faced the bed.

I slowly tugged the zipper on her dress down. I slipped my hands beneath the fabric as I peeled it away, planting kisses in a line down her spine until my lips connected with the section of skin between the dimples of her ass.

Then her dress was a pool of red fabric on the carpet.

She hadn’t worn sexy garters and stockings, just a fire-engine red thong. So I could see every sexy inch of her. From the nape of her neck, to the curve of her ass, down her long legs to the backs of her heels, still encased in sexy black stilettos.

Fuck. She was just so beautiful.

Her body trembled. From the cold or my intense perusal…didn’t matter. I’d warm her up soon enough.

I swept her hair off to the side, letting the hot wash of my breath choose the spot on her neck before my mouth descended. While I tasted her there, I continued to caress her with my fingertips, my palms, and the backs of my knuckles. Everywhere I could reach; her arms, the outside curve of her body from her rib cage to her hips, her belly, her breasts, her collarbones.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to; I was already attuned to her. I felt every quiver and every goose bump. I heard every ragged breath and every tiny sigh. I caught the scent of her arousal and breathed in the perfume of her skin.

This deliberate seduction of her was intoxicating me.

A sheen of sweat coated my skin beneath my uniform. My cock was painfully hard. My chest felt tight. I had to lock my legs to keep myself upright. I’d become lightheaded from all the tactile and emotional sensations bombarding me.

Then Sierra trapped my hand on her hip and turned back around to face me. She allowed one fleeting brush of her lips across mine before she began to undress me.

Her hands were reverent as she smoothed them over my uniform. She had me unbuttoned, unhooked and undone in no time. Then she stepped back and watched as I removed the last of my clothing until I was as naked as she.

We reached for each other at the same time.

We ended up on the bed. Not in a frantic tangle of limbs. But bare arms and legs slowly sliding and gliding together. I needed every inch of her skin touching every inch of mine. Rubbing on mine.

I spooned her from behind so my front side covered her back. Then we rolled across the sheets so I could feel the soft press of her tits against my shoulder blades as her hands mapped the front of my body from my face to my neck to my chest to my cock.