Love Loyal and True (Must Love Diamonds 2)

“Loyal, I’m not leaving my boots on,” she muttered against his lips.

He lifted his head enough for her to see his grin. “They’re sexy as hell.”

“I thought it was high heels guys liked?”

“Heels don’t hold a candle to those boots, Roxanna.”

“Really?” she asked skeptically.

“Scout’s honor.”

It felt kinda weird, but when he pushed inside her with one smooth stroke, she quickly forgot about everything but the feel of him filling her completely. She drew her knees up high and planted her heels on the lounge. He didn’t move his hips right away. Instead, he bent his head to tease the tip of her left breast. She arched up into his mouth, gripping his biceps as he sucked hard, nipped, then soothed with his tongue.

Sensation flooded her core, making her muscles clench hard around him.

“Again,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed.

He complied, lavishing attention on one side, then the other, drawing it out until she rocked her hips against his in a desperate plea to get him moving. He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting deep again. She gave a low moan of approval, and he continued with slow, deep strokes while kissing and biting his way up her throat, to her mouth.

She wrapped her arms around him, gripping his back, then his buttocks, needing him deeper each time. His rhythm increased, and soon a tingle began to build deep inside.

Roxanna tipped her head back, pulling away from his kiss as she filled her tight lungs with needed oxygen. Loyal’s head rested next to hers, his hot breath rasping against her ear as he moved faster.

He reached back to grasp her hand and raised her arm over her head, then did the same for the other. His fingers wrapped around her wrists as he held them there while his movements grew hard enough to rock the lounge beneath them, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

His guttural groan vibrated against her ear. “It’s never been like this for me,” he whispered roughly.

Her racing pulse skipped a beat. “Me neither.”

Although, considering he’d given her her first real orgasm only four nights earlier, he should already know that.

“You’re beautiful, and amazing, and we’re not even done and already I want more.”

She nearly stopped breathing as she felt his head lift at the same time her body coiled tight in a flood of sensation. Barely able to comprehend what he was saying, she opened her eyes to find his dark, intense gaze on her face as he continued to move inside her with increasing urgency.

“Loyal.” His name came out as a plea.

To take her with him over the cliff.

To never let her fall alone.

To love her as she loved him.

“I want more than two nights, Roxanna. I want to see where this goes.”

His voice was rough and raw and full of his own plea as his next d

eep stroke sent her flying. He followed moments later, and then the delicious weight of him collapsed on top of her. As their breathing calmed, she pulled free of his slack grip on her wrists and threaded her hands through his thick, soft hair.

He made a low humming sound of contentment while shifting so he could leverage himself to lay beside her, his head pillowed on his bicep. She rolled to her side, one leg thrown over his hip as she palmed the side of his face. His thick lashes lifted, revealing his beautiful, gold-flecked brown eyes.

A dizzying combination of hope and fear tightened her chest. “Was that a heat of the moment thing?” she asked softly.

He shook his head, his mouth curving into an intimate smile as he smoothed her hair away from her face. “I meant every word. I truly am under your spell.”

A tiny niggle of discontent caught her off guard. “I am not a witch.”

When she moved to get up, Loyal’s hand on her arm kept her from going anywhere. His raised eyebrow paired with the smirk on his lips. “Touchy about that, are we?”