Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)

“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 fucking 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.

The orgasm sideswiped me in a throbbing, pulsing, hair-pulling, toe-curling burst of sensation.

I didn’t even mind his cocky little chuckle.

He’d earned it.

Boy, had he ever earned it.

My ears were still ringing and my head was filled with the white fluffy clouds of post-orgasmic bliss when Boone tugged me upright.

He said, “Hang on,” and pulled me off the counter, keeping his hands on my ass as I locked my shaking legs around his waist and circled my arms around his neck.

The man could multitask like no one’s business; he carried me, almost blindly since his mouth was busy on my throat. He growled, “Need inside you now,” and laid me on my back on the kitchen table.

Boone didn’t take his eyes off mine as he shoved his athletic shorts down. He fisted his cock and jacked himself. “You’re wet enough to take me.”

Not a question.

That confidence, that passion, that raspy voice…all of it, sexy as fuck.

Then those rough-skinned palms were on my knees, pushing them apart.

Seeing the way his eyes glittered and the determined set of his jaw, I felt the need rising in me again. Tingles, chills, anticipation.

He slammed his cock into me to the hilt in a near-punishing stroke.

I gasped and locked my ankles above his ass.