Page 71 of Firedrake Betrayal
He strokes his hands down my back, massages my ass, molds me tight against him and then grips the hem of my shirt and starts lifting upward.
After breaking the kiss, we’re looking right at each other when he pulls the material over my head and tosses it aside.
For one long moment, he peers down at me. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“A witch cursed you, and you spent ten years with only Isaiah and Shep. Maybe you just don’t get out enough.”
He snorts a laugh then kisses me again. I stroke my fingers over his bare chest, finding his pants’ button and popping it open.
“Tired of waiting for instructions?” He smiles against my lips.
“Maybe.” There’s no maybe about it. I need Patten in the same way I need Shep. Knowing he thinks I’m beautiful, that he wants me as much—or maybe even more—than I want him, makes it impossible to keep my hands to myself.
He groans, deepening the kiss when I slip my fingers inside his waistband to touch him.
He pulls his hands off me long enough to shove his pants down the rest of the way.
Keeping my eyes on him, I kiss a steady path down his chest until I’m on my knees in front of him. “You did this to me in Chicago. My turn.”
“Jade,” he breathes, hands in my hair, pushing it out of my face as I kiss his tip.
“Hmmm?” I lick.
He tightens on my hair and groans again when I draw him into my mouth, careful with my teeth. I love the way he tastes, almost as much as I love the way his hand is fisting in my hair.
This is a new kind of touch, one I’ve never done before, but I love that it’s dragging the deepest, sexiest groans from Patten’s chest.
“Shit, Jade.”
He loves what I’m doing to him, and I don’t think I want to stop doing it.
I’m on my knees between his open thighs, my head bobbing, and Patten’s hands are in my hair as he urges me to take more of him.
“That’s it, baby.”
Slowly he lays back and I peek up at him through my lashes, wanting to read his expression.
His eyes are closed, long groans and husky grunts erupting from deep in his chest.
I lift my head. “You were supposed to be giving me instructions.”
His eyes flutter open and he stares down at me like I’m crazy. “You think a man can use his words at a time like this? A marching band could have started up beside us and I’d have had no fucking clue.”
I grin at him, and he gives me an easy, lopsided smile. “I never thought it could be fun.”
He runs a hand through my hair as I rest my palms on his thighs. “What could be fun?”
“This. Sex.”
His fingers thread through my hair, making my scalp tingle. His eyes are both aroused and playful. “It can be whatever you want it to be.”
Licking my lips, I lower my head again.
He doesn’t look away. Neither do I.
“Keep playing, sweetheart,” he quietly encourages.
So I do.
