So Wrong. Part 22

Patrick’s hips slapped against my own. He took his mouth off one breast to torture the other. My hands flew up to run through his hair and pull him closer to my chest.

Then he pulled back to look at me, wanting to watch me come. I fell apart around him just as he kissed me. My body trembled and shook, and I grasped at his hips to hold on.

Patrick sped up and fucked me through it until I nearly begged him to stop. His hands fisted the bedsheets harder and harder with each plunge. Suddenly he lifted himself up and met my eyes while his thrusts became erratic. He came with a long groan, his expression twisted with agonizing pleasure and his eyes frozen on mine. The naked lust—and love—made me tighten a little more inside.

He collapsed to the side of me, trying to catch his breath. My body hummed and I felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. I didn’t want to think too much about it, but it did occur to me that maybe it was even better between us now that we fel