Page 85 of Those Two Words

I look up to find his heavy eyes trained on me.

“I love it when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I ask, but my attention has drifted back to his length. It curves upward slightly toward his stomach and a vein runs along the underside from base to tip. Lowering his hand, he strokes himself with slow, hard pulls; I’m transfixed with the way the muscles in his forearm ripple with every twist and turn.

“Like your thoughts are just as dirty and desperate as mine.”

“They are,” I say with a smirk.

“Good. So you know I want you to open that pretty little mouth.”

“Jesus, Patrick,” I breathe out. My clit throbs at his commanding words. Even through my panties, I can feel the evidence of my arousal soaking my thighs.

Opening my mouth wide is all the signal he needs. With his hand at the base, he traces and taps my lips with the tip of his cock. A groan vibrates deep in his chest as he slowly pushes past my lips and glides across my tongue.

“I knew this mouth would look perfect wrapped around me,” he grits out.

This right here might be the sexiest Patrick has ever looked. Fully in control, eyes heavy with want, and mouth parted in awe. I might be the one on my knees, but the look he gives me makes me feel like I’m the one being worshipped.

Resting his hand on my neck, his thumb strokes the base of my throat encouragingly as he flexes his hips, pumping into me with shallow thrusts.

“Can you take more?”

I hum around him and nod. The muscles of his abdomen flex as he increases his tempo. When he hits the back of my throat, his words of praise feed my enthusiasm. Fuck, like that. Look at you. You feel so good. If I wasn’t already addicted to him, I would be now. From the taste of him and the sounds of satisfaction I’m drawing from him. All for me. Only for me. My eyes are glued to him, watching to see his reaction as I take him as far as I can.

“You love it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you baby?” He enunciates each word, thrusting deeper at the end.

When I gag and he eases back, I shake my head in protest. Grabbing his hips, I pull him back into my mouth and take over. It’s as if my one purpose is to bring him pleasure. My palms run up and down his thighs, and I revel in the feel of his strong muscles.

“Shit, Jo. You like that, don’t you? Choking on my cock like a greedy girl?” The strain and pleasure in his voice spur me on. A salty taste hits my tongue, and I know he’s close. But as his thrusts lose their rhythm and his stomach pulls taut with restraint, he doesn’t listen to my mewls of protest when he drags me off him again.

He tries to steady his breathing as his hand strokes at my throat. “As much as I want to watch you swallow down my cum, I need to come in that tight, little pussy again. Is that okay?”

This man. How can he be so considerate and assertive in the same breath?

“Yes please.”

With a breathy laugh, he jerks his head toward the headboard. “Move up the bed for me and lie back. I think it’s time we did this indoors.”

“I don’t know, I liked it in your truck.” I fall on my butt and shuffle backward to settle against the plump pillows, eyeing his every movement as he shucks off his unbuttoned shirt and his pants drop to the floor, revealing him in all his glory. I bask in the knowledge that right now, I have him like this.He’s mine. And he’s stunning. Broad and strong, flexing in all the right places, but it’s everything that makes up him—inside and out—that’s the real beauty.

He climbs onto the bed and crawls over to me.

“You like the thought of being caught?” he asks, running his hands up my legs.

I bite my lip and think about how to answer that. Do I want someone to find us? The thrill of it excites me, knowing there’s a chance someone could catch us at any moment, doing filthy things to one another.So long as it’s not our parents.

His eyes blaze as I slowly nod at him in response.

“I’m filing that away for another day. For now, I want to show you how you deserve to be treated.” Never have I felt so cherished by a man or had someone look at me the way Patrick does, and he’s hardly touched me yet.

I prop up on my elbow, and with my other hand, I pull him down until his lips meet mine. The words I want to say are right on the tip of my tongue. My very essence threatens to explode to say those words. Perhaps he can taste them on this kiss. It would be so easy to declare my love for him right here, but we promised we wouldn’t rush this, and I know there’s more to be spoken before we take that step.

With the gentlest of touches, he kisses me slowly and sensually, rids me of my bra and panties, until we’re both completely bare. Every inch of my skin buzzes as he covers my body with his. We explore the planes of each other’s bodies lazily. I’m tracing the ripple of muscles along his back but get distracted when he lowers his head and draws my nipple into his mouth. When he traps the sensitive bud between his teeth and bites down, a garbled cry leaves me and I arch off the mattress.

We build ourselves up higher with every stroke of our tongue, scrape of our teeth, and brush of our skin.

He places the softest kisses on my nose, chin, and forehead. Each brush of his lips across my glowing skin is gentler than the last. He isn’t just showing me how I deserve to be treated, he’s showing me what it would feel like to be loved by him.

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