He smiled into the shadowed room thinking of how he’d earned those aches and pains.
It was well worth the sacrifice.
Beside him, Patricia was curled up like a cozy kitten, her lush body draped over him like a warm blanket.
He let his fingers coast along her back, relishing the feel of her sweet, mouth-watering curves beneath his hand. Sometime in the night, she’d tossed her leg over his hips, nestling her hot, wet pussy against his thigh. He could feel the remnants of their lovemaking against his skin, and it made his cock twitch back to life.
She was nothing as he expected, yet everything he had hoped for…
For so long, Jon had existed in some sort of dream state, breathing, but not really living. He’d gone through the motions, running a business, maintaining friendships, sleeping with any woman who threw herself at him, but he had been empty inside. That’s what guilt did to a man. It ate at him, every single day, until there was nothing left of him but a hollowed out shell.
Then Patricia, with her fiery attitude and a body made of sin entered his life, and now he felt…alive. It was the most invigorating, eye-opening feeling he’d ever experienced. He hadn’t realized how much he resembled the walking dead until the haze surrounding him was lifted away. Now everything felt bright, fresh, and new.
The novelty of having this woman in his bed was not lost on him. He hadn’t spent a full night with a woman in so long, that he’d almost forgotten what it felt like. Almost.
Every moment he spent with Patricia felt as if she were breathing life back into his world, rounding out the rough edges, little by little.
How could one little woman do so much?
And where had she been hiding all this time?
She stirred beside him, rolling on to her back, and stretching languidly. Unable to get enough of her, Jon propped himself on his elbow and looked his fill as her small, firm breasts pushed toward the ceiling, and the muscles in her legs bunching up as she pointed her toes. She was the sexiest, most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on.
The thought hit him like a sledgehammer.
If he didn’t know better, he’d say these feelings were the trappings of love.
A private smile coasted across his face, and Jon reached out to touch her. Truthfully, he didn’t know what this…feeling…was. All he knew was that he was in no hurry to see it go. He wanted to wake up every day to this vision of beauty before him, and he wanted to end every night between her soft thighs.
He knew without a doubt that Patricia was a woman who could hold his attention and his affection for a long time. She was special, which made it easy to say what he did next.
Patricia opened her sleepy eyes, turning her head to seek him out, and the moment their gazes connected, a soft smile spread across her face.
“Hey, you. How long have you been awake?”
Jon bent his head and swept a kiss across her mouth. “Will you come to my parents’ house with me this weekend?”
Patricia blinked several times. “What?”
“I realize this probably seems like it’s coming out of left field, and you can say no,” he rushed to say, “but I hope you’ll say yes.”
Patricia blinked again, then sat up, drawing the sheet up to cover her chest. “You want me to meet your parents?”
The disbelieving tone of her voice made Jon sit upright. He funneled his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp as he nuzzled her silky shoulder. “There’s a neighborhood yard sale held each year, and they asked me to come over to help my dad clear out some things and get the yard set up. I thought I’d bring you along.”
Picking up her hand nearest to him, Jon brought it to his mouth and ran his lips over her knuckles. She turned her head to watch him, and he could hear her breathing accelerate. Knowing he was affecting her like that sent a jolt of male pride coursing through him.
Releasing her hand, he gripped the back of her neck, turning her face toward him. He held her gaze, willing her to feel what he was feeling, to hear the sincerity in his every word. “I’m afraid you’ve turned me into an addict. I don’t want to stop touching you. I don’t want to let you out of my sight.” He kissed her fiercely. “I want to spend every moment I’m not at work, with you.”
“That’s a lot of wants,” Patricia said, her voice quavering.
“I have more,” he assured her, and took her hand, pressing her palm to his hardened cock so she knew just how much.
“I don’t know.” Patti drew her hand back. “Isn’t this kind of sudden, meeting your parents?”
“Think of it more as coming along to keep me company,” he smiled wanly. “Meeting my parents is just a side effect of keeping me happy.”
“That’s a heck of a side effect,” she grinned.
“So is getting blue balls from needing you so badly.”
She reached between his legs and cupped him. “Are you saying you need me, Mr. Bradshaw?”
Jon drew back the blanket and guided her hand so that her slender fingers wrapped tightly around the head that was already weeping for her. “Does that answer your question, Ms. Jacobs?”
A soft purr of appreciation vibrated in her throat and Patricia’s fist gripped him tighter.
Witnessing her greedy, confident reaction, Jon’s balls clenched. She had no idea what she was doing to him, but she was about to find out.
“Come here,” he growled. Before she could even think to move, Jon seized her around the waist, flipping her over on to her stomach, and then drawing her back up until she rested on all fours.
He liked a woman who enjoyed a little control. He liked it even better when he was the one delivering it.
Lowering his mouth, he touched his lips to the shell of her ear. “You never gave me an answer, Patricia,” he said, fucking her name like he was about to do to her. “Are you going to come with me?”
She shuddered beneath him. “Yes,” came her hoarse reply. “Yes, I’ll come with you.”
“Good answer.” Tucking her back snug up against his front, Jon pushed himself inside her already wet and wanting core. He took her inch by slow inch, prolonging their pleasure, teasing them both with the feel of his hard cock rubbing against her cushy walls.
Patricia released a long, almost painful sounding moan, arching her back and causing her ass to lift higher, until each thrust connected with the entire span of her swollen lips.
He increased his pace, bracing himself above her on one arm so he could gather her small body against his, fitting her every curve to perfection. He loved the way she felt under him, how tiny she was in comparison. He felt like, if he wasn’t careful, he could break her. But he knew that would never happen. A firecracker like Patricia was as sturdy as they came. Which was why, when Jon leaned back and dug his fingers into her hips, he pounded his cock into her with wild abandon.
Their sweat-dampened flesh cracked together. His balls swung like a pendulum, hitting her hardened clit with the perfect rhythm to ensure she climaxed. He drove deeper with each thrust, audibly knocking the air out of her each time his pelvis slammed against her firm, round ass.
He squeezed her so hard, he knew he’d left bruises, but her cries were from pleasure, not pain, and so Jon didn’t stop or hold back. He drove ahead, chasing his release like a runner toward the finish line.
“Come for me,” he panted, as he pulled her hips closer.
“Jon, oh, God,” she gasped, dropping her head. Her shoulders shook from the strain of holding herself up, and he could tell that she wasn’t going to last much longer.
Dropping down again, Jon framed her with his body. Placing one heavy palm on her back, just between her shoulder blades, he applied enough pressure to make her collapse into the bed. Her head twisted to the side, her breath heaving out of her as she continued to receive him.