Page 38 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“Oh, God! Yes! This is so amazing!”

Water trickled over my head, rolling down my skin and washing the worst of the mud away. My hands slid over my skin, scrubbing away the grime that clung to my sweaty skin. But it wasn’t enough. I was still so filthy, and the last of my clothes were in the way. I took off my bra and flung it toward the rest of my clothes, then removed my underwear and did the same. My fingers slid through my folds, clearing away the mud I’d somehow managed to smear all over my most private areas.

Sighing, my eyes fluttered open and zeroed in on the sexy man watching my every move just twenty feet away. With clenched fists, his eyes slowly trailed over my body, lingering on my breasts as they heaved under the water.

“Sorry,” I whispered. “I was dirty.”

“Fucking filthy,” he ground out, taking a step closer.

I held up my hand, worried that if he came too close, I’d lose all sense of reason and allow this man to put his hands on me. His big, strong, masculine hands. I whimpered and he took another step.

“I didn’t undress for you,” I protested.

“You sure as fuck didn’t care who was watching. And look at you now, not even covering those pretty nipples.” Another step,another splash as he moved into the water and closer to me. “Just a taste,” he murmured, still staring at my breasts.

He was looking at me like one of the sexy men from my books who devoured the woman he was seeking. Could this really be happening? Was I finally getting my wish? No. I shouldn’t want this. I was engaged just a few days ago. I should not be fantasizing over another man!

Then again, I was in the middle of the woods with no immediate means of escape. In actuality, I was living out every dream I’d ever had—every book where a woman falls into the arms of her rescuer! If I didn’t take advantage of this, it would be like…like denying that books were real! Every other woman alive who loved books as much as I did would kill me right now if I didn’t allow this man to ravage me.

Decision made.

My breath heaved in my chest as he moved in closer. That smoldering look in his eyes was more than I could take, and when he slid his hand around the nape of my neck and drew me closer, I gave in to temptation.

His lips crashed down on mine in a breathless kiss I felt heating my skin, burning through me like a fire. A gasp was torn from my throat as he backed me up, pushing me against the rock wall just beyond the small waterfall. Heated flesh brushed over my skin, cupping my breast and tweaking my nipple. Zings of pleasure shot through me, eliciting a groan so unlike me.

“Patrick,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck as my fingers twisted in his wet locks.

“Fuck, Piper. You’re so fucking sexy.” He rolled my nipple between his fingers while his other hand slid down my body, brushing along my sex. “Tell me I can have this.” He tugged on the small patch of hair as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to my neck, sucking hard. “Fuck, that is so sexy.”

This was so much better than I imagined when I read my dirty books. Patrick kissed exactly how I imagined Rhysand or Xaden kissed. Hell, even Kingfisher. His warm lips against my skin made thinking difficult, but when his fingers slid through my pussy and pressed inside, no logic could have stopped me from taking what I wanted.

My fingers scrambled to tear open his pants, and then I gripped him, relishing in the groan that left his lips as I stroked him. Thick and long, he was more than I had taken in a long time, but that only excited me further. Pumping his thick cock in my hand, all I wanted was to control him, to make him fall to his knees and beg me for more.

“Enough of this,” he snapped, grabbing me by the leg and hoisting my knee across his elbow.

“Patrick—”

His cock was buried inside me in the next instant, pumping hard in and out of me. My back scraped against the rock and my leg ached from the way he was holding me, but the pleasure…God, I’d never felt anything like this. Gripping his shoulders hard, I held on for dear life as he took me hard, hitting me so deep that I knew walking would be impossible.

But it was worth it.

“Fuck, I can’t last,” he panted, fucking me harder and harder until he pulled out at the last second, painting my skin with his cum as he slid his fingers back inside me and fucked me hard, pressing his heel against my clit as he forced an orgasm through me. My nails dug into his shoulders, holding on as my legs weakened as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

Panting, I looked up at him through fluttering lashes, praying he thought that was just as good as I did. His sexy grin said it all, and as he pressed his lips to mine, the attraction and need could not be denied.

That had been by far the best sex of my life.

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PATRICK

Hickeys bruisedher neck from my lips, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The moment she started stripping, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. I thought she was beautiful before, but the moment I saw her body on display, I knew I was a goner.

I stepped back and pulled up my drenched pants. Maybe I should have taken them off before I devoured her, but I was thinking with something other than my brain. I ran my fingers through the cum on her stomach, wishing I had been able to come inside her, but without a condom, that was just a terrible idea. I had no desire to become a father anytime soon, and I wasn’t sure I was even up for a relationship.

Which was why this was a really bad idea. She’d just broken up with her boyfriend and now she was fucking me. She was probably going to latch onto me and think of me as her…oh, fuck. I was her savior.

Clearing my throat, I decided to put as much distance between us as possible. “We should get cleaned up and get out of here. We need?—”

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