Page 66 of Zero Hour

His fingers hovered over her, reverent. He could strip and assemble a sniper rifle in under a minute, defuse an IED with sweat dripping into his eyes—but undressingher?

His hands were shaking.

“Touch me,” she whispered, taking his hands and guiding them to her breasts.

A groan rumbled in his chest.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

He kneaded the soft weight of her, his thumbs sweeping over her nipples, drawing a gasp from her lips.

Christ. He was alreadyso damn hard for her.

Pat lowered himself over her, kissing her deeply, drinking in the breathy little sounds she made. She clutched at his hair, her nails raking deliciously against his scalp.

Her hips shifted beneath him, and when she arched up, rubbing against his already straining length, he damn near lost it.

Fuck.

He gripped her hips, anchoring her to him as he ground against her, the friction exquisite torture.

“I want you so badly,” he rasped.

“Take me,” she whispered back, her eyes dark and molten. “Patrick, please?—”

Growling, he dipped his head, tracing kisses down her throat, along the delicate line of her collarbone, lower still… He flicked his tongue over her nipple, and she gasped with pleasure.

Her back arched, pressing into him, intohis mouth, and something primeval surged through his chest. He alternated between soft sucks and slow flicks of his tongue, teasing and coaxing until she was trembling beneath him.

“Oh, God…” she moaned. “That feels so good.”

Hell, he’d never get tired of hearing her say his name like that.

His hand slid lower, gripping the curve of her ass, pulling her against him, while his lips continued their descent. He kisseddown her stomach, his mouth trailing over the gentle dip of her navel, then lower still?—

Her breath hitched.

He paused, glancing up at her.

Her eyes were hazy with desire, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths.

She was so fucking beautiful.

He slid his hands to her thighs, spreading them slightly, his heart pounding like a war drum. He could see the slickness on her skin. She was already wet for him.

The sight made his cock throb harder, but he wasn’t going to rush this. He needed to taste her. Savor her. He wanted her to remember every touch, every passion-filled heartbeat.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, her body arching in anticipation.

“Patrick, please…”

His voice was husky. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And then he lowered his mouth to her, ready to ruin them both.

CHAPTER 25

Jasmine moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets as Patrick’s tongue slicked through her folds, hot and unrelenting.

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