Cristina shuddered. “Yo-You enjoy that?”
He gave a silent groan. “Immensely.” Patrik ignored her skepticism. After her torment, that she allowed him such an intimacy left him humbled, and aroused. With slow, savoring strokes, he suckled, his tongue slowly keeping pace with his finger in her slick sheath.
A whimper spilled from her lips, but this time instead of nerves, her eyes shimmered with pleasure.
Pleased, he focused on his sensual task, enjoyed the way her trembling grew beneath his touch.
“Patrik!” she moaned.
“Aye.” He increased his pace. “Let go, give yourself over to me.”
A shudder tore through her, then another. On a cry, her body stiffened against his, then slumped back.
After one last taste, he positioned himself above her, poised himself at her slick entrance. On a sure stroke, he sank deep, her body snug around him.
Cristina froze.
Blast it, he would not lose her now! Patrik seduced her mouth with his tongue, taking, demanding, touching her in the places he knew would leave her aching. When she began to kiss him back, he set a steady pace. Her slick warmth pulsed around him, fresh from her own release, a mixture of heaven and hell. He kept his strokes slow, his kisses hot, and slowly, so slowly, she responded to him. On his next stroke, she arched her hips to meet him.
Finally.
He increased the pace, leaning down to catch her breast as he drove into her. Her body tightened around him, her gasps changing to cries of need. Lost to all but her, he reached down, stroked the nub hidden within her woman’s folds.
Cristina cried out as she again slid over the edge.
Already close, with his body raging hot, Patrik slammed into her. The power of his release stunned him. His body shaking, he laid his head beside hers.
What had just bloody happened? He’d made love with many a woman, but never had he experienced a joining that made him feel so complete. He stroked her hair. Then, never had he met someone like Cristina.
At her sigh, he nuzzled her neck, pleased by her release, that he had brought her such satisfaction.
“I think I have died,” she groaned.
He chuckled. “’Tis the best way to go.”
“You are arrogant.”
“Aye.”
“And shameless,” she said with a sated smile.
“With every right.” Her earlier claim echoed in his mind. “Now tell me, was that kiss a touch better than pleasing?”
A rough laugh fell out threaded with happiness. “Yes, it was amazing.”
“Aye, it was at that.” He slowly pressed himself deeper within her slick walls, his body already growing hard again. “And but the first of many such amazing moments.”
Hours later, Emma shoved aside a low-hanging limb and followed Patrik as he continued to climb up the wooded path. Ahead, early afternoon sun filtered through the swath of leaves, and sprinkled light upon the land. A smile edged her mouth, warm with the memories of Patrik’s touch, the amazing way he had made her feel. Heat slid up her cheeks at the intimate things he’d done, at what she’d allowed. They’d spent but this morning making love. How would it feel to have days, or more?
Sadness wilted her thoughts. In a few hours they would arrive at the home of Patrik’s friend. Days before, she’d been determined to learn what traitor within King Edward’s close circle had given him the writ.
Now, she had no desire to betray Patrik, or to leave him behind. All because she’d foolishly allowed herself to care, because damn him, in addition to being an amazing lover, he had shown her what it was like to have a friend.
“Cristina?”
Emma glanced ahead, startled to find Patrik watching her. “Yes?”
“You had stopped,” he said, watching her with fierce intent.
