Page 107 of Zero Hour

Jasmine kissed his neck, nipped at his jaw, her breath hot against his skin.

Halfway up, he pressed her against the wall, grinding into her, needing to feel her closer.

She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Pat… bedroom. Now.”

He chuckled, pushing off the wall, taking the stairs two at a time.

By the time they reached the bedroom, neither could get the rest of their clothes off fast enough.

They tumbled onto the bed, a breathless tangle of limbs and need.

Jasmine rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. “My turn,” she whispered, her eyes flashing with wicked intent. Pat grinned, letting her take control.

She kissed a hot trail down his chest, her hands roaming over every inch of muscle. When her lips reached his stomach, she glanced up through her lashes and gripped his cock in her hand.

Pat sucked in a sharp breath. “Jasmine?—”

“Shh…” She lowered her mouth over him.

His head dropped back against the pillows. Fuck.

The heat. The pressure. The slow, teasing strokes of her tongue. It was too much.

She hummed in pleasure, her hands gripping his thighs, taking him deep.

Jesus Christ.

His hands tangled in her hair. She was going to end him. Swear to God, he wouldn’t last. “Jasmine,” he growled. “If you keep that up?—”

She smiled against his skin, then pulled away. It was slow, deliberate torture.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Pat flipped her onto her back so fast she gasped. He kissed her with a deep consuming need tinged with a desperation he hadn’t felt for a long time.

When she was writhing beneath him, and he could feel her slickness, he positioned himself and slid inside her. She arched off the bed with a cry, her fingers clutching his shoulders.

This. This was what he needed.

The heat, the connection, the undeniable rightness of her body wrapped around him.

He thrust deep, savoring the way she gasped his name.

She was his.

His grip on her hips tightened as he set a rhythm, slow and deep, driving them both higher. Her breath came fast, her body shuddering around him.

“Patrick,” she moaned. “Oh God?—”

“Come for me,” he growled.

Her entire body tensed, then shattered.

She cried out, tossing beneath him as pleasure wracked through her.

“Oh, shit!”

He lost it. His release tore through him, white-hot and blinding. Over and over again as he emptied himself inside of her.

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