“Let me just go clean up. I’ll be right back.”
He realized as she got up what that meant. He’d marked her. Claimed her. And there was something so primally right about that fact that it made it hard to breathe.
She appeared a minute later, pausing in the door, backlit by the room behind. Her body was curvier than the Himalayas and he wanted to spend the rest of his life discovering its hidden secrets.
“I meant what I said. I’m falling in love with you.” The more he said it, the better it sounded.
She drew closer and he took her hand, pulling her down on him. “And right now, since my dick’s not inside you, maybe you’ll hear me. I’m telling you plain. I know what I know. And what I got in my heart for you is the best of me. And I’m going to give it a name, and call itlove, and I’m going to give it to you, because you are the best person I’ve ever known. I was lost and you found me.”
“And I was lost andyoufoundme.” Her lips trembled. “But this is fast.”
“So? Do you care?”
She laughed, breath catching. “Not as much as I should.”
“When it’s right, who cares... it’s allowed to be right. It’s okay to find each other. I don’t want to be lost anymore.”
“Me neither.” She bent to kiss him, her hair following around him this time, no longer a fan but a curtain, blocking out the world, until only two people existed.
Him. Her. Him. Her. Two beats of a heart. Two bodies made one.
Chapter Seventeen
Patch was beneath her, six feet and who knew how many inches of big hard man. He claimed that he was falling in love with her. Had a man ever told her that? Yes, a few times. But she’d never felt the truth like she did tonight, a truth that resonated all the way down to her soul.
He stirred against her, hardening again.
Ohyeah.She grinned. She hadn’t been doling out false flattery when she said he was a natural.
“Ready to go again?”
His eyes drifted closed. “I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to stop.”
She raised her hips and took him inch by slow inch, savoring the slide, sinking to the hilt. Her pussy was already primed from their first attempt, her delicate folds slick, flushed with expectation.
“You feel so good,” she murmured, smoothing back her hair from her face, riding him in a lazy rhythm.
His hands found their way to her ass and he squeezed, kneading her muscle, deepening their rhythm.
Her breath went weird, all hitchy and raspy. Need coiled deep within her, clenching every tender secret place.
“I love doing this.” He sat up and her breasts pressed into the hard muscle of his chest, her nipples hard against his sweaty skin.
She bit the damp, corded column of his thick neck and he let out a roar.
Her arms and legs encircled him, holding on tight as he took over, hearing him growl how good she felt, how wet, how tight.
She’d imagined she’d be the one setting the rhythm, acting as the teacher, but he was making all new rules and all she could do was hold on and let it happen. Her hands slid down his ribs, bracing either side of his chiseled obliques. Her back hit the headboard, her spine pressing into the wood, not enough to hurt but pinning her in place so that all she could do was go mindless, and give herself over to his relentless grind and her own driving need. Her sex was swollen, aching. He moved in ways she’d never known. Had never thought of. What they were building here was bigger. Bigger than anything.
“I love doing this,” he growled, staring down at her with heavy-lidded eyes.
“What a coincidence, because I love you.” There it was. And strangely enough, admitting the truth was the easiest thing in the world.
Her words put him into high gear, dropped his guard. Nothing about what he did was restrained or gentle. She couldn’t begin to describe the feeling.
“Thought we didn’t know each other well enough,” he snarled, rolling his hips, going deeper. It was impossible how deep he went. And still, there he was.
“I know enough.” She bucked as he angled the length of his shaft over her clit. “Oh. God. I know.”
