Page 60 of Bracing The Storm

Without waiting for my answer, his mouth crushes mine in a smoldering kiss, and his hands begin to caress my folds again, spreading the moisture to prepare me for what’s to come.

I’ve never been kissed the way Patrick kisses me. He doesn’t just want to taste me; it feels as though he wants to take hostage of every part of me. In spite of my better judgment, I’m ready to give him just that.

I want him to have me. All of me.

The thought is strangely empowering, turning me bold and confident and eager to let him control the pace.

Releasing my mouth, he nips my nipple between his teeth, both sucking and licking at the same time. I cry out his name. The pleasure is too much. It’s torturing me to the point that I don’t think I can endure it. My whole body seems to start burning from the inside out.

“Patrick,” I moan between ragged breaths.

He mutters his appreciation in response, though, by the life of me, I can’t grasp what he’s saying. My blood is rushing through my veins, pooling between my legs, rendering meunable to form a coherent thought. And that unintelligible accent of his isn’t helping.

His blunt hand parts my hidden lips, and he dips one finger inside. The walls tighten around him, eager to suck him in deeper. I close my eyes for a moment as my bent legs begin to wobble.

His finger keeps moving in and out, and my muscles clench around the intrusion, sending shock waves through my body.

“I’m—” My breath hitches as my brain struggles to put what I’m feeling into words. It won’t be much longer. I’m nearing the edge of an orgasm.

“Come for me,” Patrick says and releases my nipples. An instant later, his mouth has trailed farther south, settling between my legs. His hot breath is scorching my clit and then his tongue is on me, flicking with enough pressure to make me gasp. The sudden jolt of pleasure comes so unexpected I cry out and fall into wave after wave of ecstasy and release.

I’m still panting when I finally open my eyes and find Patrick on top of me, propped on his elbows, looking at me with a self-assured smile. He doesn’t need to ask whether he was any good; he knows it.

Great job, Lori!

I’ve just fed that scandalous ego of his.

“Ready for more?” He places a soft kiss on my lips, then another.

I squirm a little, want to tell him that my body feels like jelly, weak and powerless, and I can’t go for the real thing just yet. I’ll need a few minutes to catch my breath and gather my strength. But somehow, my body seems to have its own plans. Suddenly, all I can think about is his hardness inside me, thrusting, making me scream.

“I want to hear you scream, too. Let’s make that happen, shall we?” Patrick says.

Crap!

Did I just speak my thoughts out loud?

Blood rushes to my face, but I have no time to feel ashamed because Patrick’s settling between my legs. The tip of his huge erection is glistening with moisture as he expertly goes on to roll a condom over his hard shaft. The anticipation is both thrilling and daunting. I wet my lips, vying my lungs to start breathing again.

He takes his time rubbing my wetness over my oversensitive clit, back and forth. I wince a little, but the pain slowly turns into an ache.For him.For all he has to offer. I want to know his thoughts, why his eyes are suddenly like dark pools that seem torn, unsure, maybe a little troubled.

Why is he hesitating?

I don’t ask.

And then there’s no time to because his own lust wins over whatever battle he seems to be fighting inside his head.

He places one firm hand on the outside of my waist and guides himself between my legs. The moment I feel the pressure against my entrance I forget to breathe again. And then he’s inside me, just a little, but enough to make me squirm and whisper his name.

“Patrick.”

My voice is pleading. My brain is a tangled mess.

“Want more?” His tone is low and hoarse, barely more than a grunt. He doesn’t wait for an answer; he pushes his hardness deeper inside, stretching me, filling me, until I think I can’t take another inch. “How do you want me, Lori?”

“I—” Biting my lip, I look between our bodies.

I shouldn’t have.

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