Page 54 of Breaking the Cowboy's Rules

With Bodhi it was all she could do to hold on to a filament of her sanity. His lips, tongue and teeth were doing something magical that had her tighter than a drawn archer’s bow, and then when he put his fingers inside of her and crossed them or did something that hit that spot he’d found earlier, she screamed his name and orgasmed so quickly and intensely she wasn’t quite sure what happened.

She was still uncoordinated and shaking, and Bodhi was still between her legs, kissing her thighs. He looked up at her, his face slick with her, and his grin should be outlawed.

“You taste even better than I imagined.”

She stared at him, unable to speak.

“You are so beautiful.”

“So are you,” she whispered, wondering what that burning was behind her eyes. “But it’s your turn.”

He laughed. “Baby, the whole day has been my turn. It’s my job to please you and yours to enjoy.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. She couldn’t begin to process the generosity. The rules—she dug deep.Don’t block. Stay in the moment.

What else? A couple of brain cells finally fired. “Get to work,” she ordered.

He lightly pinched her still backfiring clit and then rubbed the swollen nub, all while his dark blue eyes burned into hers. “Yes, ma’am.”

After another round that left Nico feeling more like cooked pasta than a fit, accomplished woman barely in her thirties, she flung her arm wide, fingers searching, and finally found the condom in the pocket of his jeans where he’d said it was.

Her hand shook as she rolled it on.

“Even this part of you is perfect,” she breathed in awe. He was long and thick and straight without any aggressive veins leering at her. She stared and stroked him, suddenly wishing she’d held off on sheathing him and tasted him instead.

“Ready?”

He’d sat up, his eyes hazy with lust as she continued to stroke him, liking the way he filled her hand. She pursed her lips. How would his velvety tip feel against her lips? What he would taste like?

He pulled her onto his lap, and she straddled him on her knees.

“You can control the pace,” he said.

Nico blinked. Control. She loved control. But she’d never taken it sexually. Bodhi had been so skilled and assertive and generous, she’d just assumed that he would thrust into her aggressively a few times and…

For the second time in two days, her recently discovered sexy imp uncurled deep inside her and rose up, eager for the challenge.

She positioned him along her entrance, her grip firm, and teased him by sliding back and forth along her slit. She whimpered a little as she drew a circle around her sensitive clit.

With her other hand she traced the tattoo of the three barren trees—branches pointing up like accusing fingers—in black ink high up on his left shoulder. She’d never been with anyone with a tattoo. She’d thought them vulgar, but his was sexy. Unexpected.

Why didn’t he have more?

She leaned forward to kiss his tattoo. She traced one of the trunks with her tongue while he hissed in pleasure as she daringly dipped her fingers into her sheath to coat him.

“I wish we didn’t have to use a condom.”

It was a stupid thing to say. He’d been with a lot of women. This was very temporary. She was on birth control, but she still insisted partners glove up. Where had that thought come from?

Wanting to distract him from her random, dumb comment, she dropped down on him fast, gasping in shock at his size and the quickness of his invasion.

His eyes closed, and he gripped her hips.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Way beyond okay and far down into the well of bliss.” She smiled at him and ran her fingers through his hair. “You feel amazing.”

“You too.”

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