Page 51 of Hard Hitter
“Y-yes,” she stammered, waiting.
“Like this.” He gave his hips a roll, and she could swear she saw stars.
She sank into the rhythm as he began to piston his hips. She was so helpless in this position—spread out for him, her toes barely touching the ground. There was no way she could really contribute, except to lie there and let him fuck her. His lips landed at the back of her neck, and he began to suck gently there. Meanwhile, his breath became more ragged.
“Turn over,” he grunted after a time. “Want to watch you come.”
She nodded, and he pulled out and flipped her over as if she weighed no more than one of the towels. Then he was looming over her, shrugging off his shirt and tossing it aside. That wall of abs and pecs rippled above her and she liked what she saw. He shoved his jeans and underwear down and kicked them off.
First he lifted one of her ankles onto his shoulder and then the other. Hers was a vulnerable position—her legs straight up in the air. But she forgot to feel ridiculous as he slid inside again, biting his lip and giving his head a shake. “Fuck. I’ll never get enough of you.” He picked up the pace right away, pistoning his hips, folding her body in half to lean in for a kiss.
“Harder,” she demanded against his lips, just because she knew he’d listen.
He gave her a big, shit-eating grin. But this display of ego lasted only a few seconds. As he picked up the pace, he beganto groan. Watching him inch closer to climax was the best sight in the world. His eyes were heavy lidded, and rough breaths sawed out of his chest. His big hands curled around her thighs. “Mmm,” he grunted. “Fuck.” One hand slid slowly down her leg until he reached her sex. He lowered his big head and focused on the place of their joining, licking his lips at the sight of his shaft moving in and out. Then he squeezed his eyes shut as his thumb began to circle her clit.
“Ohhh.” Ari moaned and arched her back. It was coming, and it was going to be good.
“Miss.” Patrick panted. “Touch your breasts.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. She used both hands to cup herself, fingering her nipples.
“Fuck,” he ground out, his blue eyes gleaming with appreciation. He swallowed roughly, his Adam’s apple working, and he tipped his head back, as if the view was too much.
Hers was, too. The sight of his hard body pumping away over her was more than she could withstand. An electrical charge of pleasure shot down her body, tits to toes. With a greedy moan, she surrendered to waves and pulses of pleasure. Above her, Patrick shuddered and came, bending forward to grip the table, as if his legs might not hold him.
He gave a lengthy groan, and then all was still except for their heavy breathing.
“Wow,” Ari said. There really were no better words.
Patrick said nothing at all. He pulled out, which seemed a pity. Then he scooped her up off the table and set her down on the bed. She lay there catching her breath for a second while he visited the bathroom. And when he came back, he nudged her, urging her over. Then he climbed into the bed, pulled the covers over both of them, and covered her with his body.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi.” She stared up at him.
“I have a future in massage therapy, right?”
“Uh-huh. Your technique is nonstandard, but highly effective.”
“You feel relaxed?”
“Yup.”
He kissed her. It wasn’t just a friendly kiss, either. He slanted his head and built the kiss slowly from a press of softened lips to a deep press of tangled tongues and mutual sighs. When they came up for air, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
They were silent for a few minutes. Ari lay still, trying not to let the day’s earlier events back into her consciousness.
“I know you hate it that Hugh wants to get involved,” he said. “But I think you should let him.”
She groaned. “I know you’re all just watching out for me. And it’s not like I don’t think he’s a threat.”I can barely sleep in my house alone anymore. “But now I’m the girl who fools around at workandthe girl with the crazy ex.”
“I know you worry.” He gave her a squeeze. “But I don’t think Hugh cares if we’re together.”
“We are not together,” she said immediately. But the credibility of the statement was somewhat undermined by the fact that she was currently lounging on his big, naked body.
“Uh-huh,” he said, too polite to call her on it. “But we should be.”
“Why? Besides the outrageously good sex.”
