Authors: Rosanna Leo
The Stand-In (25 page)
Cupping a breast, running his thumb over her bra, teasing her distended nipple, he whispered, "My beautiful Winn."
She placed her hand over his. "For so long, Patrick, I forgot I had something special to offer. I felt like the village idiot. You made me feel like a princess again."
He held her gaze for a long moment and then enfolded her in the best hug in the world. "You're my princess."
"I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You without me?" He shook his head. "Not gonna happen."
He claimed her mouth once more in a slow, lazy kiss that revved all her engines. Reaching around her, he unclasped her bra, slid the straps over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Teasing her breasts, tweaking her nipples with loving savagery, he groaned into her mouth. He touched her as if it were his first and only time making love, as if he needed to make the most of it, and she delighted in the newness and familiarity.
As his hand danced a path over her ribs, toward her mound, she sucked in a breath of anticipation. He drew small circles on her stomach and eased them between her legs, caressing her over her jeans. As moisture seeped into her panties, she ground against his hand, already impatient to come. Since he’d been away, she’d dallied with vibrators. Hell, they’d even had one steamy phone call during which he’d asked her to touch herself and bring herself to completion for him, but nothing felt as good as Patrick, live and in the flesh.
Especially when his hushed voice declared over and over how much he adored her.
He unbuckled her belt. “Jeans. Off.”
She laughed as he cursed. Each barked word illustrated his hunger and only made her hotter. After whipping her belt through its loops, he yanked at her jeans zipper. As he peeled them off her, he managed to take her panties with them. Once she was nude, he stopped moving and gazed at her, an awed smile gracing his lips.
“You got prettier while I was gone.”
“Ha. I think I put on some weight, actually. My friends and I have been eating out a lot.”
He ran a reverent hand over her hips and cupped her ass. “I like it, and I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now bed.” She nodded toward the bedroom.
“Yeah.” He picked her up and placed her over his shoulder, answering her cries of surprise with a few taps on her bottom. He walked into the bedroom and deposited her on the comforter. As he stripped, as he revealed the body she’d missed so much, Winn gave thanks for his manly beauty. But at the same time, she was grateful for his character and humor, all the traits that pulled her out of the doldrums and made her smile. He’d saved her, and she loved the idea she might have saved him, in a way, too.
Within seconds, he’d stripped nude and joined her on the bed, his luscious weight settling between her thighs. He brushed his lips against hers, once, twice, three times, and then let his tongue sink into her mouth in a deep caress.
Waiting for him to penetrate her, she snatched at breath after breath. But when he finally thrust into her core, making her cry out with gladness, her breath came rushing out of her in a sigh of rapture.
Somehow, Winn knew she’d never be short of breath again.
The End
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About Rosanna Leo
Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books who lives and breathes paranormal romance. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Night Owl Romance and Two Lips Recommended Reads. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.
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