One to Leave (One to Hold 5)

ine several uses for this.”

I was beside him now, and his low voice sizzled under my skin. “I can think of several uses for your beautiful mouth.”

The sash slipped to the floor, and I crawled up between his legs, allowing the tips of my nipples to brush his thighs. The light hairs tingled them and made me shiver. Kissing his hand, I peeled back his fingers, replacing them with my tongue. His head dropped back as I took the mushroom tip in my mouth, giving him a hard suck.

“Fuck.” He groaned, and I caught the base with my hand and pumped it up and down.

Another hard suck, and I let him pop out, sliding my tongue around the tip. I could taste that he was close. Dipping my head, I pressed my lips to his scrotum and sucked. His hips jerked, and I had to glance up to see if he’d finished. Our eyes met, and he motioned for me to come up.

“I can’t hold on much longer.” He took my arm. “Lie on your back.”

Rolling over, I sighed as he gripped the sides of my panties. I still had my boots on, so they wouldn’t go down.

“I’ll get you a new pair.” It was the last thing I heard before the stinging rip of fabric tore across my ass.

“Oh, shit!” I cried out.

My own orgasm sparkled just below the surface, and his sudden roughness amped it up even more. I was a goner when he caught my hips and pulled me to his mouth. “Give me that pussy.”

“Patrick! Oh!” Electricity roared through my legs as his tongue followed a slow, insistent trail around my clit and down to my wet opening, taking a dip then heading back up to complete the circle. My back arched, and I moaned as he gave me a forceful suck, driving two fingers deep inside me.

I was trembling on the edge, and he rose to position his tip at my entrance. Gripping the headboard, he drove in with a forceful thrust that left me screaming his name. A large hand covered my mouth, and he dropped to his elbows beside my face still rocking me.

“Shh,” he laugh-groaned, kissing my ear. “You don’t want to wake my mother.”

“Ahh!” I couldn’t stop jerking my hips. His cock massaged my clit, stretching every part of me in the most delicious way.

“She’s on the other side of the house,” I gasped.

He caught my earlobe between his teeth, and I jerked again. “You’re wailing like a banshee.” His voice was thick, and he pushed harder into me.

Eyes squinted shut, my entire body shook as waves of pleasure exploded through my midsection. “Oh, god!” I cried out again, and I felt him coming with me.

His voice grew ragged, and his thrusting more frantic. Two more hard pushes, and he stilled, pulsing inside me, making low noises as he gasped. We held each other a moment longer, then he rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as his chest rapidly rose and fell. I curled to him, and strong arms hugged my shoulders.

“God, you’re amazing.” My ear tickled with the vibration of his voice, and I smiled, kissing his salty skin. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

“So you liked my little fashion show?”

He rolled me onto my back, hovering over my face. “I loved it. Sorry about that last pair of panties.”

Holding his cheeks, I rose up to kiss him deeply, shoving my tongue into his mouth and chasing his. He leaned into it, pressing my head into the pillow and devouring me.

We broke apart and his lips moved to my cheek, then to my ear. “I’m looking forward to using that belt.”

A little thrill skated across my stomach. “I’ve been practicing my knots.”

“I’ve been thinking about blindfolds.” His gorgeous hazel eyes twinkled at mine, and I couldn’t resist.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hugged him as tightly as I could. “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Patrick Knight.”

He kissed my shoulder. “I’ve been trying to make it happen since the day Lane was born. What finally won you over?”

“All of it.” His brow lined. “Having Lane, how things have gone with Kenny, being here, seeing your mom and Bill...”

“Mom and Bill?”

“They’re clearly in love, and yet they’re still apart. It made me see I don’t want to waste any more time starting our life together.”