Page 43 of Breaking the Cowboy's Rules

“Absolutely.”

He loved how her voice dropped to a lower register and filled with smoke. It made his imagination and sex drive notch up exponentially.

“I want an orgasm,” she said firmly. “I’ve only been able to have one with a toy on my own. It takes a long time for me to relax, and…” She squared her shoulders, and her tongue touched her top lip again, torturing him. He barely bit back his growl. “I’d like to try for one with a partner—with you. You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

Hell yes. And what selfish idiots had she been dating? Her tone sounded matter-of-fact, but her sunglasses hid her expression and the cute ivory straw cowgirl hat she’d bought shadowed her face. He suspected the ask had been harder than it seemed. And his mood soared. If he could sweep away the lame memories of incompetent sexual partners and help her build her sexual confidence, that would be a win-win he could be proud of. He and Nico could light up the nights—and days since she’d agreed to help prepare for the Bash—and she would gain confidence to be more demanding in bed of her future sexual partners.

For a moment his mood soured as he thought of her shadowy, future partners. But no. They had rules this week. Improv rules. He knew he couldn’t block, only build on the experience and also stay in the moment, and what wonderful, erotic moments they could have. Improv and sex were dynamic partners. Just like he intended to be.

“An orgasm,” he repeated, all serious.

She sucked in a nervous breath. “If you’re willing.”

“Willing? Nico, I shot way past willing the moment you entered the bar last night. The question I have for you is—” He leaned forward in his saddle and drew a finger along her clavicle, back and forth. She whimpered a little. She was so sensitive. How could a man not work to bring her to a screaming, nails down his back, convulsing orgasmic conclusion?

“Am I limited to just giving you one orgasm? Or can I be creative?”

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Her entire bodyshivered at the thought even as she felt like she was about to combust. She squirmed a little in the saddle just thinking about how he’d do it. When he’d do it. Where.

“I am not opposed to having more than one,” she said trying to keep her voice from cracking. Could she sound like more of a virginal dork? Why not file a legal brief while she was at it?

Bodhi was off his horse, which he then tied loosely to a branch so the horse could graze or drink, and then he hopped up behind her and took the reins.

He lifted her—one-handed—and moved her back, tight against his body.

“Bodhi,” she said, a bit startled.

“At your service.” He nuzzled her neck. “I love to come here and watch the sun as it starts to set over the mountains and hits the water. It turns so blue gray and then pink and then the shadows go purple.”

His breath warmed her neck, and his lips nipped small kisses. “You smell like heaven,” he said. “I want to breathe you in. Hold you into my lungs. Tastier than any meal. I think I could dine on your scent all day and still be hungry.”

“Oh.” She white-knuckled the pommel even as the rest of her limbs went liquid.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “Just feel. Don’t think. Watch the water flow. Imagine we’re in the water and it’s warm, and we’re just flowing over the creek bed, following the water across the land, nothing but us and the blue sky and the sun warming our bodies.”

“Bodhi,” she breathed again as he untucked her tank.

“You have beautiful breasts. Can I touch them?” His palm was flat on her stomach, spread out so that one finger stroked along the line of her lacy, underwire bra.

“Yes.”

“I’ve imagined this, palming you. You feel like silk.” He continued to talk, his lips moving along her ear, then her neck. With his teeth he tugged on her shirt so that it slipped down her shoulders, and he could lick and kiss and nibble her bare skin.

“Beautiful.” He popped the front hook of her bra and cupped the full weight of one breast. His thumb stroked her nipple, and she murmured her approval. Her eyes drifted shut.

“Tell me what you see.”

What? How was she supposed to do that? She just wanted to feel; she arched into his hand, wanting more…not even sure what. More pressure, more sensation.

“I asked a question.” He pinched her nipple.

She hissed as electricity zapped straight to her clit. Her eyes flew open. Already his thumb was stroking her nipple into a peak again, alternating with lighter rolls and pinches.

Her head fell back against his shoulder.

“The sky,” she murmured. “So blue, but not nearly as blue or as pretty as the color of your eyes.”

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