He thrust, groaning at the sensation of being deep inside her, filling her. Loving her. The pressure in his groin was intense, but he wanted to prolong every moment of this—to show her with his body all the love and tenderness in his heart.
Cradling her face with one hand, he kissed her gently, twining his tongue with hers in a slow, delicious dance. Only then did he move inside her with long, deep strokes, drawing out every inch of pleasure.
He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get close enough. He wanted to feel every inch of her soft skin pressed against his.
He could feel her restlessness, feel as her passion built. Her hands roamed his back, his arms, clutching harder and harder as their bodies climbed together in perfect step to the peak of pleasure.
He'd never felt like this in his life. So completely attuned to another person. Feeling her pleasure as surely as if it were his.
His chest pounded. The pressure in his loins was tight and hot. He pumped harder and faster, her hips rising in perfect synchronicity to meet him.
Warmth washed over him in a heavy flood. Pleasure intensified and tightened at the base of his spine.
Oh God, yes.
He was going to come. Her breath quickened. And so was she.
Their eyes met and the world exploded, shattering into a kaleidoscope of spine-tingling pleasure. She cried out, her body contracting tight around him like a fist. He thrust one more time, high and deep, roaring with the force of his own release. He gave himself to her completely as he was sucked into a vortex of pleasure so intense, she claimed not only his body, but his soul.
Forever.
Chapter 20
Lizzie pressed her hips back against him to take him deeper, in the throes of the most wildly erotic dream of her life.
Patrick's big, hard body was pressed against her back. God, she loved the feel of all those muscles surrounding her. His thick, strong arms, his heavy, powerful thighs, his incredible granite-hard chest. He was warm, his skin so hot that it sizzled. She sizzled.
He was kissing her neck, his warm mouth and wet tongue making her skin prickle and shiver with heated awareness. His big hands, rough with calluses, cupped her breasts, squeezing and caressing her as if he couldn't get enough of their weight.
She'd never felt so naughty or so desirable. She felt beautiful. Sensual. Free. She didn't think, didn't allow em barrassment or self-consciousness to hamper any of her movements. She took what she wanted, and that was him. All of him. As deep and hard as he could go.
She arched her back, pressing her breasts deeper into his palms as he thrust and churned inside her. The sultry masculine scent of him, of their lovemaking, infused her senses with a primal need.
She moaned, the tingling heat between her legs incredible. Pleasure washed over her in a hot, heavy wave, drenching her with sensation. She was so wet. So incredibly aroused. Every nerve ending flared, awaiting his touch.
She never wanted to wake up.
Her moans became frantic cries as their movements grew more frenzied—more intense. More focused on one goal.
Her pulse raced as the road to paradise opened up in front of her—beckoning. “Oh, God … yes.”
Sensation built in a focused center between her legs. She arched back to take him deeper. He was so big and thick, wedged up high inside her. She could hear his harsh breathing and his hard grunts of pleasure in her ear.
His kissing grew rougher, more urgent, sucking, nipping, the roughness of his unshaven stubble scraping against the sensitive skin of her nape.
One hand plied the rigid peak of her nipple, twisting it gently, as the other hand slid down between her legs. His fingers caressed her from the front as his erection filled her from behind. And when his thumb found the most sensitive spot …
It was too much. Her heart slammed into her chest. Her breath caught. Sensation splintered and she started to shatter.
“That's it, love,” he whispered. “Come for me.” His voice was low and ragged. “God, you are so hot.”
Her mind went blank as white hot pleasure exploded inside her. She cried out with the force of the spasms that rocked her from head to toe. No part of her was left out.
He thrust one more time, holding himself deep inside her, and then began to circle his hips, the pressure and friction taking her even higher—to a peak she'd never climbed.
And then he started to come, the hot rush of his seed joining the warm flow of her cresting release, drawing out the pleasure even further.
When the spasms at last began to ebb, he wrapped his arms around her, snuggling her against the warm, protective shield of his chest. They were still connected, her body tingling from the effects of their lovemaking.
