Page 9 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

Reluctantly, I break away, but my lips are still a hairsbreadth from his. “Did you ever find a condom?”

“I did.” A small smile forms on his lips.

“Impressive.”

“An insanely hot and sexy woman wanted to have sex with me. I wasn’t coming back empty-handed.”

I chuckle. “Do you still have it?”

“I do.”

“We should put it to use. Since you went through all the effort to find one.”

He pulls away to meet my eyes. “Is this you being impulsive? Act now. Think later.”

“Probably. But if it’s memorable, I’ll definitely be thinking about it later.”

“Memorable is a guarantee.”

“Prove it.”

He grips the back of my neck, and I gasp. His fingers press into my skin, and he hauls me to him for another bruising kiss. It’s rough and demanding and so scorching hot. He’s on a mission to prove it, and I’m going to enjoy the ride.

Without breaking the kiss, I rise to my knees. His hands fall away and rest on my hips. I straddle his waist, pressing my chest against his. His fingers slide under the hem of my hoodie and with a feather-like touch, they brush my bare skin. Goosebumps prickle my arms as his hands continue traveling up and up. They drift over my rib cage and brush along the underside of my breast. I break the kiss on a gasp.

“Touch me,” I whisper against his lips. His thumb grazes over one nipple, and I rock against him, his erection pressing between my legs. He lifts my hoodie but stops after a few inches. His gaze meets mine, silently asking for permission. I reach down and grab the fabric, yanking it over my head and discarding it on the bed next to us. The cool air hits my heated skin, and instantly, my nipples go hard. Patrick’s attention leaves my lips and drifts down to my fully exposed chest. He cups both breasts and swirls his tongue around one nipple before wrapping his lips around it. I press closer to him while my fingers comb through his soft chestnut hair. I continue to gyrate over his hard cock. On every thrust, my clit rubs against him in the perfect spot. The thin fabric of my shorts is now soaked, and there’s a good chance it’s transferred to his jeans.

“Mmm. Your mouth feels so good on me. I can’t believe I missed out on this before.”

A laugh bubbles out of him. He pulls away. The spot where his warm mouth was is replaced with the chilly air. “Now you regret it.”

“So much.” I shimmy down his thighs. Sure enough, there is a tiny circle of dark fabric. The corners of my lips tip up into a smile.

He glances down and notices the spot. “Looks like you’re using me for your own pleasure again.”

“You’re taking your sweet time, so I had to take matters into my own hands.”

“Is that so?” Before I can answer, his fingers press into my ass, and he flips us over so he’s on top.

His breath skates over my cheek as he says, “Since we’re redoing our first night together, I’m taking a keepsake.”

“What do you want, my bra or something?”

“Nope.” His hand drifts over my rib cage and to my waist. He digs a finger under the waistband of my sleep shorts. I lift my hips, and he slides them down my legs.

“My shorts?”

“These.” His hooded eyes meet mine. With both hands, he delicately slides my lace panties down my legs and over my heels. He holds up the fabric.

I laugh. “You’re taking my underwear?”

“Yep.”

“Are you going to sniff them?” The words are barely out of my mouth before I throw my head back in laughter.

“Not while you’re watching.” He smirks. He balls my underwear into his hand and shoves them into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Wooow. I never pinned you as a trophy collector.”

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