Chapter 10

Kristi was momentarily stunned when he lifted her in his arms and carried her to her bedroom. She managed to reach out and flip the light switch just inside the doorway, turning on the bedside lamps and casting the room in a warm, golden glow. The moment he set her on her feet his mouth was on her again. This time he slid from her lips down her neck, placing a row of tiny kisses as he unbuttoned her blouse and tugged it from her slacks.

When he spotted the lace-and-silk bra with the little bow in the center, his eyes widened. Humming a little sound of satisfaction, he trailed more kisses, this time across the upper swell of each breast. She shivered at the hot, wet feel of his mouth, arching her back to give him greater access. Her nipples begged for his attention, and as if he heard their silent plea, he closed his mouth over one pebbled tip, sucking it into his mouth, bra and all.

The moan that drifted from her mouth made him suck all the harder, until she was afraid she might come just from that alone. In the next moment, he turned his attention to the other one, giving it the same treatment. She was shaking with need when at last he lifted his head, his lips curved in a hungry smile. With the fingers of one hand, he deftly opened the clasp on the bra and slipped it from her body, sucking in a breath at the sight of her now naked breasts. One tiny little bite of each nipple sent her temperature soaring. Her panties were so soaked with her musk, she was sure he could scent it in the air.

Next to go were her slacks, the sound of the zipper sliding down loud in the room. Patrick slipped his hands inside the fabric and eased it down, coasting his fingers over her in a trail that ignited little fires on her skin. She'd barely managed to kick off her shoes when he knelt before her and helped her step out of the material. He stared at the tiny lace bikini panties for a long moment before leaning forward and running the tip of his tongue along the upper trim.

Kristi shivered in delight, clutching his shoulders to steady herself. She was surprised she didn't explode when he pressed the flat of his tongue against her slit, panties and all. Her legs were shaking so badly, she could hardly stand up. Patrick gave a deep chuckle, his mouth still pressed to her body, before lifting her and placing her on the bed, hips to the edge and legs splayed.

With great care, stringing kisses as he went, he eased the scrap of panties from her body. The hot look he gave her pussy was like a match to her system, every pulse point throbbing hard, her inner walls clenching and unclenching with need. Hunger smoldered in his eyes, and his nostrils flared as they caught the erotic trace of her scent. He knelt between her legs, lifted them to rest on his shoulders, and spread open the lips of her sex.

"Jesus!" he breathed.

In the next moment, his mouth was on her, his tongue a flame scorching her flesh every place it touched. He took his time tasting her with long, slow licks, up the length of her slit and down again. Along the soft inner flesh of her labia. A flick against her engorged clit. She heard loud moans and realized they were coming from her. When he thrust his tongue inside her, she nearly jackknifed off the bed. Every single nerve in her body was focused on the core of her sex, silently begging for more. When he withdrew his tongue, she wanted to cry out in protest, but, in the next moment, he slid two fingers inside her. She gripped the covers on the bed and pushed down on them, bracing her heels on his shoulders.

"More," she pleaded.

Again he gave the rough, throaty chuckle. "Like this?"

He added a third finger. And as he began again the in and out glide, he bit down on her clit.

And she exploded. Pushing hard against his hand and his mouth, body shaking, every nerve firing. She spasmed again and again, heels digging into his shoulders, hands gripped the bedclothes, her throat raw from her cries of pleasure. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, her body relaxed. Patrick eased his fingers from her clutch and her legs from his shoulders. With his eyes fixed with hers, he slowly licked each finger. Kristi thought it might just be the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.

"Good?" he asked, a corner of his mouth quirked up in a tiny grin.

Her laugh had a slight hysterical tinge to it. "Good? You think that even begins to describe it?"

"I aim to please." He leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers, sharing her taste.

"You still have too many clothes on," she protested in a low voice. "But I'm not sure I have the energy right now to undress you."

"I guess I'd better do it myself," he teased. "You need to save your strength for...other things."

She watched him as he stripped efficiently, licking her lips over his six-pack and the dusting of hair on his very masculine chest. But she was ill-prepared for the sight of his cock when he freed it from his boxer briefs. It was long and thick, the head a dark purple and the vein that wrapped around it obviously swollen. Her eyes widened as she tried to imagine if she could take the whole thing inside her body.

"You can do it." He read the look on her face. "We'll go slow, and I'll make sure you're nice and wet."

Really? She was already wet, and her hungry pussy was clamoring for more again.

"Just relax," he told her. Then he knelt, spread her labia again, and proceeded to lick and suck and thrust with his tongue, one finger teasing her clit, until she was sure her juice was just pouring from her.

"Good. Very good." He reached for the condom he'd taken from the pocket of his slacks and rolled it on with quick efficiency. "Look in my eyes, Kristi. Don't stop."