“Your arm?—”
“Isn’t hurting,” Sophie said, moving closer—close enough to place a hand on his chest.
“Sophie.” Her name came out a warning. “I want you.”
“Yes.” She rose to her toes and kissed him. She’d never willingly done that before but felt the power as he moaned low in his throat.
“Your skin feels like warm silk,” he whispered.
Sophie arched into him as Patrick swept a hand down the length of her spine. Heat seemed to brand her wherever it traveled. He ravished her lips with sensual, mind-drugging kisses that robbed all thought but one:him.
“Where the hell did you get this?” He pushed the robe from her shoulder and then lowered one of the tiny straps and replaced it with his lips.
“Letty.” Sophie sighed as he licked the skin he’d exposed.
Patrick’s laugh was harsh as he pushed the other strap aside and moved to administer the same treatment to the other shoulder. With a gentle tug, he had her breasts freed, and Sophie felt the fabric pool around her ankles.
“I could look at you for hours,” he said, stroking a hand up her stomach to cup a breast.
“I-I want to look at you too,” she whispered.
He tore off his robe, and they both stood before each other naked now.
“You are beautiful,” she whispered, trailing her fingers down his chest, over the slopes and planes of muscle.
“I’m not entirely sure a man feels comfortable being called beautiful,” he rasped. “You, however, are that and more.”
He let her explore his body. She touched his shoulders and arms, stroked the hard skin of his stomach. His breath hissed as she reached his waist. Sophie stopped.
“I want your hands on me, Sophie. In here, there will be no barriers between us, only honesty. What happens outside these doors doesn’t come into this room.”
He took her hand and lowered it down his body. “Wrap your fingers around me, Sophie.” She did, feeling the hot, hard length. His eyes closed as she squeezed gently.
“I knew your touch would drive me wild,” he whispered.
She moved her hand up and down now, and the breath hissed in and out of his mouth. He withstood it for three more strokes.
“Enough, or there will be no pleasure for you.” Easing her hand off his body, he then kissed her again. “I want to know every inch of you, my sweet Sophie.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Do you trust me?” He cupped her face, and she nodded.
Releasing her, he lowered to his knees and ran his hands up her thighs, slowly parting them.
“What are you doing?” Sophie cried as she felt his breath between her legs.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
Dear Lord.He was kissing her there. Her hands went to his hair to stop him but instead gripped handfuls as she felt the stroke of his tongue along her folds. Pleasure spiked through her.
Sophie felt the pressure build with every wicked lick of his tongue, and when he touched the tiny nubbin between her thighs, she could do nothing to stop the low moan. Patrick’s response was to do it again. It was sensual torture as the pressure built to an unbearable level. She begged him to release her, and only then did he push a finger inside.
A blinding wave of pleasure raced through Sophie, and had he not been holding her, she would have stumbled.
Regaining his feet, he lifted her into his arms and lowered her onto his bed. In seconds, he was thrusting deep inside her wet heat.
“Wrap your legs around me, Sophie,” he demanded, and she obeyed. He thrust in and out, stretching her to accommodate him, and unlike last time, she was with him the entire way.
