Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
My mind flashes to the look on Patrick’s face. I wonder how many times I’ve had that look on mine.
“Don’t. Stay here with me,” he urges as he tosses his shirt aside. “Stay here, Schatz.”
I want to. I shove aside those dark thoughts because they have no place here between us. The day was long, and this is what we’ve both craved. This is our safe space from the storm that rages around us. From the heaviness of responsibility. From the anchor of our pasts. This is where we plan our future.
I shove off the bed and drop to my knees in front of him. I want to take some power. He’s so dominant, so big and strong, but I can make him weak in the knees.
“Ani,” he murmurs as my fingers work the ties of his pants. “Are you sure?”
I’m more than sure. He’s got the tongue thing that makes me crazy. I want that, too. I have to experiment until I find what can have my big, gorgeous guy panting. “Ja.”
I know that much. Yes.
His hands sink into my hair as I pull down his pants and boxers and free his cock. He’s thick in my palm, and I love how hard he is.
“Yes, I’m always ready for you,” he promises. “Always.”
We’re going to make beautiful babies. One day. In the distant future. But the thought does go through my head as I lean forward and kiss him.
He hisses and his body tightens as I lick at the head, tasting the salty arousal I find there. His breath hitches, and I feel what I needed to feel. Powerful. In control. Giving to him, knowing how much he needs me, sends a wave of calm surety through me.
When I take him in my mouth and start to work him over with my lips and teeth and tongue, I forget all about the stress of the day. It’s only me and him and this moment.
I alternate between butterfly kisses and sucking him deep, loving how his body has a fine tremble running through it. Those hot abs of his tighten even as he twists my hair in just the right way. My body feels alive. I want to swallow this man down, but I don’t think he’s going to let me.
“No,” he says, pulling me off him. “I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you.”
He kicks off his pants and hauls me up, tossing me on the bed. Before I can settle myself, he’s on me. He drags me down the bed by my ankles, spreading my legs wide. I watch as he rolls a condom on, heat pulsing through me.
He’s savage as he thrusts inside me. Luca can be so gentle and sweet, but I love this side of him, too. I love the man who can’t seem to get enough of me because I’m certain I’ll never get enough of him.
“Anika,” he groans as he thrusts in and pulls out. “Anika, du bist mein Schatz.”
I know this one, too. You are my treasure.
He makes me feel like a treasure.
“I need you closer.” He grips my hips. “Hold on to me.”
I gasp as he lifts me up like I don’t weigh a damn thing. He brings me close, my breasts crushed against his chest. I kiss him as he lifts me on and off his cock, his strength taking my breath away. He plunges deep inside me, and the pleasure rolls over my body like a tidal wave, washing away everything that came before it and leaving only him.
He groans my name as he takes us back down to the bed, wrapped up in each other. His head rests in the crook of my neck as he rolls us over. “I needed that.”
I hold him tight. “So did I.”
He rubs his cheek against my skin. “And now I need slow.”
I lie back as he starts the process all over again. Journey. Now see, this is one journey I don’t want to miss a second of.
Chapter Twenty
“I see,” Jessica says over the line.
I’ve told her the whole story, and I can hear the disappointment in her voice. “I’m sorry. This isn’t the way I hoped it would end. I thought I was going to tell you everything was great since I never once saw him be anything but a gentleman to the women on the cast and crew. He seems to be a genuinely nice guy when it comes to women.”
There are predators everywhere. Straight. Gay. Bi. Doesn’t matter. Predators are part of the human condition, but they do tend to prefer one type of prey over the other. Women aren’t Joe’s prey of choice, but that doesn’t mean Patrick doesn’t deserve to have one of us stand up for him. After all, we know what it’s like.