Page 53 of Breaking the Cowboy's Rules

“Baby, you blow all other women out of the water.” To make his point, he swiped his hand flat across the swimming hole, dousing them both.

“Prove it,” she challenged and sped away from him to the shore.

He caught up and lifted her out of the water and swung her around. She clung to his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist like he’d been fantasizing about all day.

“Mmmmmm, this is a promising start,” she murmured, nestling his erection against her seam as he carried her out of the water. “Do you have enough dexterity and strength to hold me up and wrestle my panties off?”

He shifted her weight and position and flung her turquoise panties over his shoulder.

He resettled her core against him.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she marveled. “Useful skill.”

“I grew up wrestling calves to the ground for branding, and as a teen in the rodeo I got timed wrestling small steers onto their backs.”

“You must have been a champion.” She laughed a little through her sigh of pleasure. “You feel so good.” She settled her mouth over his.

He kissed her, holding her up and against him even as he reached in his saddle bag and dragged out a blanket, cursing himself for being so distracted that he didn’t prepare earlier. He had towels in there as well, but Nico didn’t seem to mind, and with her heat drenching him, he didn’t have the bandwidth to do much more than lay her down on the blanket, neither of them coming up for air.

He loved the way her body cradled his as well as the press of her soft breasts.

“Condoms are in my purse,” she said, angling herself so that she could slide up and down his straining cock. “I want you now.” Her movements nearly broke his control and resolution.

He wanted nothing more than to sink into her wet heat, but he didn’t want to be that man—selfish, thinking of his own needs, not taking the time she needed and deserved.

“Plenty of time for that,” he murmured against her lips and slid down her body, pausing long enough to suck one ripe nipple into his mouth and allow his tongue to play with it, while his fingers stroked her other nipple to straining erectness. “I need months if not years to do what I want to do with you,” he breathed reverently.

She was spread beneath him, eager and willing to be devoured, more delicious and tempting than any meal.

“Hurry, play later.” She pulled at his hair. The stab of pain shot straight to his cock. She was so hot, and the combination of her confidence blended with some innocence and insecurity and layered with her natural desire for control was a heady brew. But he had to slow down and calm down or he was going to embarrass himself or worse, take her without finesse like an animal.

He hooked her thighs and pulled them over his shoulders so he had total control.

“Bodhi?”

“Let me play. If you don’t like anything, let me know.”

“But…” She bit her lip.

“You are so beautiful,” he told her, barely able to pull his greedy gaze from her glistening core. Her skin was so creamy with a small patch of dark, reddish-brown hair already glistening with her desire. “I want to taste you.”

She blinked at him, sensuous and curious at the same time.

He waited a beat. Gave her a chance to say no. She opened her mouth and then closed it again. Moistened her lips like she did when she was nervous—and it was uncanny to read her so easily after such a short time knowing her.

“It won’t gross you out? I haven’t taken a shower since this morning.”

Fury blew through him. Who the hell had she’d been with who’d made her feel that her body was not the most spectacular, sensuous feast on any menu?

To hell with that asshole. Actions trumped words, and Bodhi had always been a man of action.

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Nico had barelybegun to process her doubt. Bodhi had already given her one orgasm, and she hadn’t given him anything back. He’d blown her body apart finding and teasing nerves she didn’t know she had. But she’d also showered early this morning before breakfast and then had been riding and now swimming in a river. Shouldn’t she first…? The minute he breathed on her, her mind fragmented, and then his tongue swiped over her clit, once, then twice, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

And that was just the beginning of his sensual play that left her clinging to his impossibly sculpted shoulders—all other men had been wasting their time in the gym and who knew she’d be such a muscle groupie?

Nico had always felt self-conscious during sex. How did she look? Should she make noise? What was her partner thinking?

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