Page 43 of Trick's Trap

“Tahlia?”

Patrick was standing at the door of her bedroom, a pillow the only thing keeping his privates private.

Her eyes widened as he dropped the pillow, pulling off the sock he’d jokingly placed there. His face deadly serious, he walked toward her.

Breath quickening, Tahlia retreated instinctively, jumping when her back hit the cold glass of the window.

Patrick didn’t stop until he was standing righting front of her. He wasn’t wearing a stitch, but nothing in his manner betrayed the slightest hint of awkwardness.

Of course, he had nothing to be embarrassed about. His long lean form was nothing short of glorious. He wasn’t as bulky like his brother, but every muscle in his arms and chest was perfect and defined. It was as if he’d been carved by an obsessive-compulsive sculptor. Every line of him was right where it was supposed to be, nothing superfluous, nothing in excess. His body was spare and flawless.

Well, not everything is spare.She blushed, averting her eyes from his proudly jutting cock.

Patrick’s chiseled arms settled on either side of her, effectively trapping her against the glass.

“How did I lose the upper hand here?” she marveled, almost to herself.

He was the one standing there with nothing but a smile. How was it thatshefelt exposed?

His grin was pure sin. “Well, I know one way we can get back on an even footing.”

He knelt to untie her shoe, before going for the waistband of her borrowed jeans. His hands skimmed down the sensitive skin of her thighs, sending tingles all the way down to her ankles.

Tahlia stepped out her pants, her heart racing. Patrick guided her arms, until she was wrapping them around his neck. They whirled, and she was suddenly on the bed, pinned underneath all his rough satin heat.

Her top and bra melted away. Dressed in only her panties, she trembled as his fiery openmouthed kiss wiped her brain of coherent thought.

Her body burned as skin met skin. Trick stroked and teased, nibbling all along her neck until she was seething and writhing under his touch.

Nothing she’d ever experienced came close to this. Her hands shook as she explored his chest, running her fingers over his six-pack and the unreal little cleft at his hips. No magazine fitness model could match him.

“I love how wet you are,” Patrick said in her ear, sucking the delicate lobe into his mouth as his hand drifted to trace the seam between her legs.

Shuddering, Tahlia pressed against his hand, awkwardly trying to satisfy the unfamiliar hunger clawing at her. The foreign drumbeat of lust made her heart race. She ran her hands over the taut muscles of his back, pressing him closer with a whimper.

“Shh…” Patrick soothed, his tongue darting out to lick her lips. “I’m going to take care of you, Ace.”

He lifted his head, his eyes black with desire. “I don’t suppose there’s any way you’re on the pill?”

“N-no.”

Trick rolled over, exposing her heated body to the cool air. He stood over her, taking a foil packet out of his pant pocket. She watched with parted lips as he rolled the condom on impatiently, before crawling back on the bed like a hungry predator.

He put his lips to her bare breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth. He lathed the tip, making her cry out and arch before moving his attention to the other one. His hand gripped her hips, pulling down her panties in one smooth move.

“Open your legs for me, baby,” he whispered against her mouth.

Returning his kiss, she tremulously obeyed, gasping when he settled against her before slowly sliding down.

Tahlia’s eyes fluttered closed as he bent, his mouth moving over her most intimate flesh. He licked and gently bit, using his hands to open her.

Her nipples pebbled as her hips began to rise and fall in time with his rhythm. Hot and flushed, she squirmed, forcing him to hold her down. She lost all sense of time, transforming into a creature of pure sensation.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes flew open to meet Patrick’s eyes.

“No, I meant there. Look at methere.”

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