This was real. This was Patch and she’d missed him more than she’d ever allowed herself to admit.
His fingers danced around the edge of her underwear before he tugged them off her. She lifted herself up slightly to assist him in discarding the last piece of clothing that separated them. He stepped back to look at her then—naked and vulnerable under his gaze. There was no judgment in his eyes, no hesitation. Just pure lust and admiration shining through.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, licked his lips, and traced a path with his tongue from the inside of her thigh right up to her… “Oh God.” She dropped her head back, curling her fingers into his long hair.
“Your turn tofeel… something.” He flicked his tongue out, barely touching her at all, but it didn’t take much for her tofeeleverything.
She stared down at his head between her legs, lapping at her like she meant the world and giving her all the pleasure her body demanded.
His one hand pressed firmly against her stomach, while the other reached up, plucking and toying with her nipple.
Gripping the side of the bar, she worried she might break the damn thing as she rolled her hips against his mouth, her climax so close. “Oh God, yes…” It started at her toes and worked its way up through her system like a bolt of lightning. A glass fell to the floor but thankfully didn’t shatter like her orgasm had.
He kissed her belly, moving his way up her body to her lips. She loved the way she tasted on his tongue.
His boxers were next to meet the floor and there was nothing separating them anymore except the tension-filled air around them. Savvy pulled him closer by the nape of his neck, while her legs wrapped around his waist invitingly.
Patch’s hand found her center and teased her slowly, making her moan into their kiss. Her hips sawed against his hand as he took his time exploring her thoroughly with his fingers first before he plunged into her with an urgency unmatched.
She could feel every ridge of him as he filled her completely—an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins simultaneously. Their rhythm was slow at first as they moved against one another—still shocked and dazed by the raw passion that had been rekindled between them after years of separation.
Patch watched her through half-lidded eyes, his gaze fixated on her face as he moved with firm, purposeful strokes. This was not a conquest or an act of dominance. Rather, it was two bodies reacquainting themselves after years apart, basking in the familiar feel of each other.
Their shared climax was a crescendo of release—waves of pleasure washing over them. Savvy clung to him, digging her nails into his broad back as she rode out the tide, Patch following suit shortly after, dropping his forehead to her shoulder, shuddering a heavy sigh.
A long moment passed as they both sucked in a few deep breaths.
She fingered his thick, wavy hair as her pulse lessened and reality came into view. Being with him was the easy part.
Letting go always sucked.
“I couldn’t even be decent enough to carry you to a comfortable bed,” he whispered.
She chuckled. “We always did have that problem.”
He gripped her thighs, standing tall, and with little to no effort, he made his way into the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed, tucking her under the sheets.
“You’re not going back out to that sofa.” She tilted her head.
“I suppose that would be stupid after that.” He pushed her to the other side of the bed.
“Hey. What the hell?”
“If we’re going to sleep together, I get the left side. I always take the left side.”
“Whatever.” She snuggled into his body, resting her head on his chest.
He wrapped his arm around her, kissing her temple. “Your brother’s gonna kill me.”
“Just the kind of after-sex talk a girl wants.” She glanced up.
“I promised him this wouldn’t happen.”
“It’s none of his damn business.”
“You’re his family. Of course it’s his business.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “But that’s not the point. I can’t lie to him about this again. My job is to protect you and keep you alive.Not take you to bed. But I knew the second I saw you running out of those bushes in South America that might be a problem.”
“Wonderful. Me getting shot at is a turn-on for you.”
