Page 59 of Trick's Trap

Didn’t he know why she had to leave? She never meant to hurt him. Hell, she was trying tosavehim.

Patrick watched her, his expression hardening. Then he opened his arms. “That depends on how fast you can get out of that dress.”

Tears sprang to her eyes as she stumbled toward him. He embraced her, engulfing her in his heat.

They were miles from Boston, but it felt like home.

His lips pressed to her forehead. “I’m sorry. That was terrible. I should have rehearsed a better opening line.”

“That’s not why I’m crying.” She sniffed. “Patrick, you can’t be here. You have to stay away from me. My family—”

He squeezed her tight. “I know all about their threats. I spoke to Gina, and we found the picture in your desk.”

“Then why are you here?” Didn’t he understand? If anything happened to him, she would never forgive herself.

Patrick stroked her cheek, wiping her tears away. “How can you even ask that? We belong together and nothing—not even your crazy insane family—is going to scare me away.”

“But—”

“Shh.” Patrick pressed his lips to her, silencing the rest of her protest. “First the dress. Then bed…and tomorrow, we start again.”

Tahlia stopped crying, holding on for dear life as Patrick unzipped her gown. He pushed the sleeves off her shoulders with a long caress, letting it drop to the carpet in a shimmering cascade of red satin. His suit hit the floor next to it a few seconds later.

Patrick buried his hands in her hair, pulling her closer until she was pressed against him.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest. “I love you, too.” Her vision blurred, making the hard planes of his face waver.

The room swam, and she landed on the mattress with a gasp. Cool air chilled her body as he leaned away. He ran his hands over the black lace bra, slipping his fingers underneath to cup her breast.

Tahlia arched, her body growing wet as Patrick’s heat burned her sensitive skin. He brushed her nipples roughly, making them peak as if begging for more of his touch. The bra melted away. Her panties quickly followed.

His hard length pressed against her, running over her heated softness with delicious friction.

Patrick pulled away, reaching for his pants. Tahlia sat up, covering his hand when he pulled out a condom.

“It’s okay.” After a visit from Eric, the hotel’s concierge doctor, a month ago, she’d started the pill. Despite the fact she hadn’t expected to see Patrick for a long time, she’d brought them along, taking them in an act of almost defiant hopefulness.

Unaware of her preparations, Patrick frowned. “Are you sure?”

She answered with an open-mouthed kiss, taking his length in her hand and guiding him to her entrance, telling him about her preparations in a whispered confession.

His demeanor changed, transforming into primal hunger she could feel. His feral satisfaction beat on her as he pressed, driving inside her with a groan.

Mouth gaping, Tahlia parted her legs wider, pushing down on the mattress with her heels to meet him halfway.

She would never get used to this—that moment when his hard cock took possession would always destroy her. Equal parts pain and pleasure, she could only hold on and surrender, giving herself over to that voracious fire that started whenever they were together like this.

Little sparks lit behind her eyes as he slid home. Tahlia panted as the head of his cock hit the entrance of her womb. “Oh, God, I love you. I lovethis.”

“Fuck, me too,” he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut.

He retreated and surged back, the hurried hungry slide of his cock splintering any last defenses she had. Tahlia lost herself, pulsing around him, trying to stroke him with her sheath until he cried out.

“Stop or I’ll come too soon,” he gritted out, pinning her hips and changing his angle so she couldn’t move. He sped up, his hard thrusts rocking her entire body.

Her breasts shook with force, swinging in time to his bucking hips.

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