Page 68 of Fourth Point Of Contact

I bit my lip as my whole body burned hotter for him. “It’s like you’re inside my head.”

A low growl rumbled through his chest as I flicked the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. “I may have downloaded a few books on my phone while I was in the hospital.”

I paused my movements and grinned at him. “You did?”

“Just a few.” His voice was ragged as I held him in my hand, not moving as I considered why he had done that. “Baby, you’d better fucking start moving.”

Biting my lip, I did my best not to laugh. “And what part did you like best?” I asked, raising up on my knees. I held him hostage, refusing to sink down on him until he answered my questions.

His hand whipped out and curled in my hair. He dragged me close and brushed his nose along my cheek before brushing against my ear. “What do you think?”

Shivers raced down my spine, and slowly, I sank down until he filled me entirely. “Dominance,” I murmured.

“Control,” he corrected. “I don’t want to dominate you. I just want to fucking own you.”

“What’s the difference?” I gasped as he gripped my hips and started to move me.

“The dominant is the person in charge. That’s you. Always fucking will be. I just want to do whatever the hell I want with you.”

And with that, his hands pulled me down on his cock with a harsh tug. I forgot about the moving car and his teammates up front. I ignored the movement of traffic and the way my feet ached from sitting like this. I was completely lost in him, in the feel of his body intertwining with mine. An ache formed in my chest as I rode him, as I tossed my head back and felt his lips skim down my neck. There was something more to this than just sex. I could feel it deep in my soul.

His hands tore at my shirt, palming my breasts as I continued to rock my body against his. Everything was heightened as he sucked my nipple into his mouth and tugged with his teeth. The sensations running through me were almost more than I could take, and it wasn’t until he slid his hand over my mouth that I realized I was practically screaming as he started pounding into me from underneath.

“Patrick!” I cried out against his hand.

“Fuck that,” he growled, tossing me down on the seat. He was between my legs in seconds, holding his body up with only his arms as he started thrusting hard inside me. I held onto his shoulders, gripping them hard as my head banged against the door.

“Fucking come!” he growled, sliding his hand down to my pussy. I felt him pinch my clit, and that was it. I clenched around him, squeezing him like I had out in the forest. He cried out as he stilled inside me, panting hard from holding himself up for so long and fucking me hard. When he collapsed on top of me, I felt the car come to a sudden stop and remembered where we were.

“Oh shit,” I whispered.

We were about to be found out. I knew it. But Patrick didn’t seem to care. His lips pressed kisses all over my face and down my neck as if we had all the time in the world. I started tapping my hand against his shoulder, but he still didn’t move away.

“Let them fucking find us,” he grumbled.

“Patrick!”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“I do! I’m naked!”

“And I’m between your legs. They’ll see my ass before they see yours.”

I slapped him on the back, but all he did was lower his head to my nipple and suck harder. I moaned loudly, but that was cut off the moment I heard the voices outside the car.

“Sir, is there someone in the back?”

I stilled and so did Patrick.

“Roll down the back window, please.”

“Fuck—”

The window rolled down before Patrick could finish his thought. I maneuvered my head so I could see out the window and smiled at the police officer taking off his sunglasses.

“Is there a problem, officer?”

“I thinkI’ve gotten in more trouble with you than I have in my entire life,” I said as I paced the jail cell. “I’ve never been to prison before!”

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