Now he wanted his woman—to sleep with her in his arms and wake to her soft body riding him.
He planned to claim her this time. She wouldn’t need to beg for it, because he was finished fighting his instinct to make her his.
His plan to drive to her apartment and sweep her into his arms the minute she opened the door was a beacon to him in the night. He stepped into his dark garage and flicked on the light. His gaze landed on the bike he was borrowing and stopped dead. Was he seeing things?
Aarica perched there on the leather seat, without a stitch of clothing on. Her warm locks tumbled over her breasts, the ends tickling against the hardened points and her bare thighs closed so he couldn’t see the treat between.
With a jolt, he realized she was no illusion.
“How did you get in?” he grated out from lust and lack of sleep. His instantly hard cock told him there wouldn’t be any rest for the wicked—not tonight.
A soft smile passed over her beautiful face. Slowly, she lifted one leg in a seductive pose, to reveal her slick pussy.
“Jesus Christ, baby.” He crossed the garage in a few strides, still believing her to be a mirage to a parched man until he closed his hands around her shoulders, leaned in and kissed her.
Her soft gasp woke him fully. She pressed upward into his kiss, parted her lips and sucked his tongue into her mouth. A grunt of desire escaped him unchecked. He was through holding back with this woman. Some higher power had sent her to him like a sweet, tormenting angel, and he didn’t care how far he fell when he took her for himself.
Delivering greedy passes of his tongue to her, he skated his hands down her spine to the dip of her waist and then lower to cup her ass where it rested on the leather seat.
He worked his body between her thighs so they spread around him. The scent of her arousal flooded his senses and stole the last bit of control he might have a grip on.
Lifting her, he broke the kiss to look into her eyes. She locked her thighs around his middle and her arms around his neck. Meeting his gaze, she whispered, “You’re not turning me away tonight.”
“No.” The grit in his voice might be determination or madness.
A soft smile tipped the corner of her lips, and a gleam came into her eyes as she rubbed her body sensuously against him.
He hardly remembered leaving the garage and storming with her in his arms through his dark house. He’d planned to go to her, and instead she’d come to him, because she needed him. Or knew he needed her.
When he stretched her out on his bed and slammed his mouth over hers, she tore at his hair, his leather jacket and then his shirt. As the hot, tight peaks of her breasts met his bare chest, she wiggled, and his cock gave one hard, threatening throb that told him his time to claim her was ticking by too fast. Between lack of sleep and holding back with her, he couldn’t wait.
But first, he had to ready her. The thought entered his mind and he had to slow things or risk hurting her the first time.
Closing his hands on her breasts, he watched her face contort in pleasure. Foreplay never seemed so achingly sweet or so pure. It was always a means to an end, where he’d get off and blow his load in order to ease himself for another week or month. Not this time, with this woman.
He sucked at her nipples with soft pulls of his mouth, growing increasingly more insistent with every rough moan from her lips. He bit into one juicy tip, and she scrabbled at his shoulders with her short nails.
“Patriot! Please!”
He had no doubt in his mind that she knew exactly what she wanted from him.
He teased his fingers over her mound, through her pussy curls and nestled his fingertip over her hard bud. She bucked against his hand and cried out.
While he sucked and nipped at her breasts, he circled her pleasure nub with light pressure meant to torment. Seconds later, she came on his fingertip and then he plunged the same finger into her pussy.
The hot, tight clench of her walls on his finger ripped a growl from his throat. He almost dropped his jeans then and fucked her. Somehow, he managed to hold on enough to stretch her for him. Using one finger and then two, he felt her tight virgin walls give way to him as another orgasm shattered through her.
She looked up at him, panting, her eyes wide with lust and something else that had his own heart flipping over.
I’m in love with her.
The realization he always believed would scare the hell out of him and send him running actually grounded him. He pressed his fingers higher, against the tender wall of her pussy until she flooded for him.
“I want your cock in me. Now.” Her breathless demand came out with a rough edge that reflected her need.
When she reached for his waistband and unbuttoned his jeans, slid down his fly and then cupped his throbbing length through his boxer briefs, he let her have her way. He’d give this woman anything in the world to make her happy.
She drew his arousal out and into her silky hand, gliding it through her fist from root to swollen, red, mushroomed, leaking tip.
“A condom,” he rasped.
She shook her head. “I’m on birth control.”
Surprise lifted his head, and he pierced her in his stare. “For what?”
“Bad periods, since I was sixteen.”
“And you’ve been saving yourself despite that?”
“Yes. Until now. Patriot…”
He couldn’t resist the pull of her gaze any longer. He shed his boots and the rest of his clothes. Covering her with his body, he kissed her long and deep. The tangle of their tongues nearly unmanned him, but he clung to his control.
Grasping his cock in hand, he ran the thick head through her folds. When he bumped against her clit, she cried out. Damn, but he wanted to explore that more—getting her off just by rubbing his cock over her slick pussy. That was for another time, when he had more willpower.
Clenching his jaw, he angled toward her entrance. She didn’t even tense, holding onto him and watching his face as he fed her his cock.
Girlfriends always told Aarica that sex hurt the first time. But when Patriot slid right through her barrier and deep into her pussy, she barely felt a twinge. He had her so ready and primed for him, how could she feel anything but acute pleasure?
Waves of desire burned down her spine and spread through her entire body as he stared down into her eyes.
“All right?” he rasped out.
“Yes. Very well, actually.”
His teeth flashed on a grin. “So polite while my cock is buried inside you.”
She felt the pressure to move, to rub herself against him, and when she tested it by rolling her hips, she saw the grimace of what appeared to be pain cross his face.
“Fuck, I want to pound my cock into you, but I can’t and won’t. Not yet.” He withdrew with a slow gyration of his hips, and she let out a long moan.
He kissed her, and her soul seemed to blossom to him. She rocked into the next thrust, yanking a barbaric noise from him. Shivers sped along her nerves. Passion flooded in.
She held on as he took her in gentle glides until she felt the burn of release claiming her. As she let go, coming for the first time ever on his cock, their eyes locked.
“I’m in love with you,” she choked out.
“Fuck, baby. Hold on to me.” He levered himself into her faster, taking her to the brink of an orgasm she never knew before. The first hot splash of his cum and the shout of ecstasy he issued had her riding the waves with him. Cresting, pulled deep under the waters. Then he tumbled apart from her and leaned on his elbow to stare into her face as he slid his finger along her cheek.