Page 34 of Patrick’s Seduction

He kissed her deeply before severing the kiss again. His hands were on the hem of her top, and he shoved it up and over her head, freeing her from it quickly. Beneath it, she wore only a thin silk camisole but no bra. She noticed him roam his eyes over her torso, and at that, her nipples turned hard like little pebbles. When he cupped both breasts with his hands and squeezed them ever so lightly, she gasped at the spear of heat his action sent through her body.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he murmured, while he dipped his face to her breasts.

“I only wear one when I’m at work.”

Patrick licked his hot tongue over one nipple, making the silk wet and transparent, then did the same with the other breast. Her pulse raced. Wanting to feel him on her skin, she yanked the camisole out of her pants. He helped her pull it over her head. She had no idea where it landed, because an instant later, Patrick’s hands were back on her breasts, and he was squeezing them again.

“You have gorgeous tits,” he said, lifting his gaze to meet hers, while he continued kneading her flesh, driving her insane with the need for more. “Would you like me to suck them?”

Air rushed from her lungs. “Yes.”

Before she knew what was happening, she found herself with her back on the bed, Patrick braced over her, sucking her left nipple deep into his mouth. When she felt his tongue swirl around her hard nipple, she gasped at the pleasure his touch sent through her core and straight to her sex. When he released her nipple, the cool air blowing against her wet nipple made it even harder. Already, Patrick was unleashing the same treatment on her right nipple, and she could feel her clit pulsing with need. She couldn’t wait much longer. She needed him inside her.

“Patrick,” she said, tilting his head up with her hand under his chin. “What happened with getting undressed?”

He smiled mischievously and winked at her.

“I got sidetracked. Can’t blame a guy.”

Touching Fallon’s beautiful breasts, kneading her firm flesh, and feeling her react to him, had shut down his brain in less than a second. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman. He’d let his responsibilities to his work and his family take priority over his life in the last few months, and if he was honest with himself, he hadn’t encountered anybody who he’d been drawn to. Until now. Maybe that was the reason why Fallon had such an effect on him—because he’d been abstinent for too long.

With efficient movements, without giving away that he could undress himself at vampire speed if he wanted, he took off his clothes. From beneath half-lowered lids, Fallon watched him, and he had to admit, he liked that. When he pulled his boxer briefs down and freed his rock-hard cock, Fallon’s lips parted, and an appreciative sound rolled over them.

Her eyes on his erection made him even harder. She wasn’t shy about what she wanted, and he liked that in a woman.

Finally naked, he stepped closer to the bed again and began to free Fallon of her clothes. Her shoes and socks went first, then her khaki pants, leaving her with only her bikini panties. They were of the same silky material as her camisole. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, and pulled them down her long, toned legs, until he could free her of them completely.

Taking his time, he let his gaze roam over her body. She was perfect. Her breasts were firm and the perfect size for his palms. Her skin was pale like that of so many San Franciscans who rarely ever saw the sun.

“Uhm, Patrick?”

At the sound of his name, he lifted his eyes to meet her gaze. “Hmm?”

“Getting sidetracked again?”

“It’s hard not to.”

“I can see that.” She gave a pointed look in the direction of his cock.

He smirked. He liked that she was direct. “Give me a sec. I’ve got condoms in my room.” He pointed to the wall that separated this room from his own.

“I’m on the pill.”

He hesitated. As a vampire hybrid he was born sterile, and he couldn’t contract or spread any illnesses, but it wasn’t something he could tell the women he slept with. So, he’d always used condoms to guard his secret. But to sleep with Fallon without a condom was tempting.

She lifted herself onto her elbows, her chest thrust in his direction. “If you want to wear one, that’s fine, but I’m okay if you don’t.”

That sealed it for him. With Fallon he wanted the most intimate contact without any barriers between them. He crossed the remaining distance between him and the bed with one large step. Sliding one knee onto the mattress, he leaned over Fallon, bracing his hands on either side of her torso.

“So, uhm, tell me what you like.” He ran one hand over her flat stomach and slid it between her legs. Damp heat met his hand, but he didn’t move any farther down, and instead waited for her answer.

She reached up and placed her hand on his nape, pulling his head closer to hers. “Your cock inside me. I don’t care how, as long as you do it now, before I burn up.”

Happy to hear that she was as eager as he, he used his knee to spread her legs wider, so he could slide in the space. “No foreplay?”

“I think you did that already earlier today.” She put her hands on his hips and pulled him closer.

“I remember.” He touched her nether lips and rubbed his fingers along her cleft. She was drenched in her own juices, and he couldn’t help himself and groaned with pleasure. “Damn, how did you get so wet?”