Page 17 of My Cowboy Bodyguard

Finally, Leo coaxes his horse to a stop by a river and hooks the reins around a tree branch. I swing off my horse and do the same.

The first thing out of his mouth is, “I don’t want you to be shy or uncomfortable around me.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” I answer, trying to keep a straight face.

“Then what is it?”

I forgot that Leo has always had a knack for reading me. “What if I suck at this?”

He quirks a brow.

“I mean we knew each other years ago and what if what happens between us isn’t as good as you want?”

“As good as I want? Hell, woman, looking at you is good for me. My cock gets hard at the sight of you. Hearing your voice turns me on. Seeing your smile. Watching you walk. Before a stitch of clothes come off, you own my body.”

“I guess I’m afraid of ruining things.” I can’t help the tears that leak from my eyes. “I’m afraid my brokenness will break you.”

“Oh, my sweet, broken angel…trust that I’m strong enough to give you back your wings.”

He covers the distance between us in a couple of strides and pulls me into his arms.

“I’m afraid of you getting hurt again because you tried to protect me,” I spill the truth from my heart like the awful dagger that it’s been. This heavy load of guilt knowing the man I’ve always loved was bruised because of me.

“I welcomed the pain, honey, because not protecting you would have destroyed me.”

He lightly brushes his lips across mine. “That we found each other again is fate.”

I like the sound of that. I’m Leo’s fate and he’s mine.

“Fate,” I agree, wrapping my arms around his waist, letting my head rest against his broad chest. “Mmm…I could stay like this forever.”

Laughter rumbles in his chest. “My boner has something a little different in mind.”

I tip my head back to look at his handsome face. “Something I might like?”

“I’m not bragging or anything but, hell, yeah.”

Stepping away from him, I cross my arms and sweep my gaze up and down his body. “Okay, cowboy. Show me what you’ve got.”

Leo

“Remember I told you to bring a change of clothes?”

She nods and before she can move, I grab her up and leap into the river, holding her aloft so her face never dips beneath the water.

Spluttering, she splashes at me in faux anger. “This isn’t the kind of wet I’m wanting from you.”

I tread water and pull her flush against me. “Tell me something I don’t know.” I cup one of her tits and her eyes widen before they darken with longing.

“Nice and full,” I say, rubbing my thumb back and forth over the nipple poking through her clothes.

Amanda touches me under the water, her fingers skimming my abdomen before insistently pulling up my shirt. Her palm is hot against my skin.

She wraps one hand around my neck, tugging my head down but I resist, not kissing her deeply.

When she voices her displeasure, I grasp her ass cheeks and squeeze. “I promise you that you can taste everything I’ve got just like I’ll taste you but?—”

“If you tell me to be patient again, this isn’t going to end well for you.” She splashes water at me.

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