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I arched into him, unable to control the hunger that consumed me at that moment. My palms rested on his chest, feeling every beat of his heart beneath them. “I’m yours. And I want there to be no doubts whatsoever.”

Our eyes locked as he lowered his mouth to mine in a searing kiss that left me reeling. His hands held onto me possessively and I willingly melted into him -- lost in every deep groan and rough caress from this man who felt so familiar yet unknown at the same time. The taste of him filled my senses. An undeniable pull drew us closer together even as our hearts raced wildly out of control.

“Bedroom,” he murmured then stood, lifting me into his arms. I let him carry me to the room he’d used, and he eased me onto the bed. I lifted a hand to stop him.

“Wait. I need a shower.”

He grunted and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running a moment later. Getting off the bed, I went into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. Tempest watched me with a hungry gaze filled with heat. I stepped under the spray and took a breath to steel my nerves. Then I beckoned for him to join me.

It took him no time to remove his boots and clothes, and he stepped into the small shower, pressing me against the tiled wall. His mouth claimed mine even as he soaped his hands and gently rubbed them over me. My nipples hardened as his palms slid over them. I couldn’t hold back my moan.

“So beautiful,” he said, staring down at me.

“I feel so hot… and achy.”

His gaze intensified. “Is this your first time?”

I bit my lip and nodded slowly. “Did you really think there was a way for me to date anyone seriously, much less sleep with them? You know my dad watches me like a hawk. Apparently, you do too.”

He grinned. “Damn right I do.”

His touch gentled, and soon, he had me begging for more. The need inside me built until I thought I would lose my mind.

“I don’t want slow.” I cupped his cheek. “I won’t break. Just… give me all of you, Tempest.”

“Patrick.” He smiled faintly. “My name is Patrick Brewer. You don’t have to call me Tempest when it’s just us.”

“Can I call you Rick?” I asked, wanting to use a nickname. Something only I would ever call him.

“You can call me whatever you want.” His hands gripped my hips and lifted me. I curled my legs around his waist, and whimpered as he reached between us, teasing my clit. His thighs braced my ass, and the wall behind me held me upright. As I arched into his touch, I could feel something building. Pleasure hit me like a tidal wave and I cried out, my body trembling.

“That’s it. Come for me,” he murmured.

“Rick, please. I need you! Don’t make me wait.”

“Fuck…” he grunted, his grip on my hips tightening as he eased his cock into me. I could feel his heat penetrating deep inside, a pinch of pain and discomfort that only lasted a few moments.

I moaned softly against his skin, feeling the roughness of his beard scrape against my cheek. It wasn’t enough -- not nearly enough for what I craved right now. With a sudden surge of desperation, I wrapped my legs tighter around him and arched my back. “More. I can take it!”

He paused, eyes raking over my body before he bit down harshly on his lower lip and growled low in his throat. Then, with surprising gentleness, he withdrew his hips and pressed into me again. His strokes were slow, and deep. Heat radiated from his large frame, one hand groping possessively at my hip while the other fisted my hair.

“You’re still so fucking tight.” He closed his eyes briefly before focusing on me again.

I shivered at the sound of his voice. “Please… I need… need…” I wasn’t sure what the hell I needed, but I had no doubt he could give it to me.

Without further hesitation, Tempest began thrusting into me with rough determination, no longer holding back. His strength was overwhelming yet oddly comforting as he pounded into me. It felt like coming home after a long absence. Each groan that escaped him sent shivers down my spine while also fueling the fire within me even further. We moved together like this for what felt like hours -- lost in each other’s passion and desire.

The bit of pain only seemed to make me want more from him. He reached down to tease my clit again, and I came within seconds, screaming out his name. He barely held on for another minute or two before I felt the heat of his release inside me.

Briefly, I realized we hadn’t used protection, but we could talk about it later. Right now, I just wanted to bask in the moment, and bathe in the afterglow of finally becoming his.

Chapter Twelve

Tempest

Beach House

The crash of waves pulled me from sleep, Kasen’s warm body still tangled with mine. Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across her skin. My fingers traced idle patterns on her hip as her eyes fluttered open.

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