What a Man Needs. Patricia Thayer

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СКАЧАТЬ walked through the front door of the historic hotel, following close behind his beautiful date. He’d been to the bar here before, and it was still pretty lively, though a lot quieter than Friday night at Morgan’s Pub.

      What he wanted mostly was to find somewhere he could be alone with Cyndi. But the tall, statuesque beauty seemed to draw stares everywhere and she seemed almost shy with the attention. Once inside the lounge, he directed her to a small table in the corner where the light was dim and they could talk without shouting at each other.

      He ordered her a glass of wine, and he had another beer. The sound of jazz came through the speakers, but they could at least carry on a conversation. Once the drinks arrived, Patrick had lost his thirst for a cold beer. He wanted Cyndi, and when her hot gaze locked with his, he had no doubt she wanted the same. She leaned forward and whispered, “So, where do we go from here, Patrick?”

      Patrick’s eyes never left hers as he closed the short distance between them and covered her mouth with his. Intoxicating. Sweet. Tempting. They were the words that described this woman. Finally he broke off the kiss.

      “I think I should just call you Cyn. As in pure sin. That’s what you are. And you’ve been driving me crazy since you walked into Morgan’s.”

      “Well, stop wasting time and just kiss me—” The last of her words were swallowed as he captured her mouth once again. This time he ran his tongue over her lips, then delved inside to taste her, mimicking what he wanted to do to her. He released her and sucked much-needed air into his lungs as his lips moved to her ear to nibble. Feeling her shiver, he then returned to her incredible mouth. “I want you.”

      The sound of laughter caused them to break off the kiss, and Cyndi buried her head against his neck and whispered, “We just can’t seem to find any place to be alone. Maybe we should go upstairs.”

      Patrick froze momentarily as Cyndi raised her head, her whiskey-brown eyes showing her desire. “Oh, baby, don’t tease, I want you too badly.”

      “I’m not teasing.” She ran her fingers over his chest. “I want you to make love to me.”

      “Give me ten minutes to make the arrangements.” Patrick kissed her quickly, then pulled away. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

      Patrick had no idea what he’d done to deserve this night, he thought as he handled the check-in. He quickly stopped by the hotel gift shop and picked up some protection. He might be out of his mind for this woman, but he wasn’t crazy. Yes, he was. That was the only thing that explained his impulsive actions, but when he walked back to the lobby to find Cyndi standing by the elevators, all rational thoughts disappeared from his head.

      Silently, they rode up to the sixth floor, then got off. Patrick took her hand and laced it with his, and together they walked down the long hall, her body brushing against his and causing an unbearable tingling. Suddenly he pulled her into the ice-machine alcove and took her mouth in a heated kiss.

      “Are you sure you want this?”

      “I’m sure.”

      Her hands moved over his chest and he groaned, then with her arms wrapped against him, they continued their journey. Locating their room, Patrick used the key card and opened the door, allowing Cyndi to go in first. He followed and closed the door behind him. When he turned around, Cyndi pushed him back against the door as her lips met his.

      He drank from her sensual mouth, hungry for more. His hands were busy as he ravished her body, and by the time they moved to the bed, her blouse and bra were gone, as was his shirt.

      “You’re beautiful,” he said as he worshiped her perfect breasts. Then he dipped his head and laved the hard bud. She whimpered as she held his head against her chest.

      Cynthia had never felt like this before. She’d never been so sexually aware of a man, or so aggressive. She couldn’t seem to stop herself as her hands raked over Patrick’s perfectly sculpted body. She went to the zipper on his jeans and tugged it down. He only grinned as he helped her remove his pants.

      He stood before her naked. He was perfect. She raised a shaky hand and began to trace his skin on his broad chest, following the swirl of sandy hair that dipped past his waist to his erection. He felt his breathing grow rapid as her hands worked their magic.

      Patrick had to stop her. “You are sin.” He grabbed her hands. “My turn.” He opened her zipper and pulled down her jeans. Cynthia kicked off her heeled sandals then stepped out of her pants. With a long, appreciative stare, he finally pressed her back on the bed, causing her fiery hair to flare out against the pillow.

      He grabbed a condom from the box and prepared himself, then came to her. He grinned down at her, one small part of him hoping he survived this night. The rest of him not caring. He’d die a happy man. Suddenly he became serious as his desire for her turned to desperation. His hands moved over her body, then between her legs, slipping inside to see that she was wet and ready for him.

      “Please, Patrick, I want you,” she cried, squirming against him, her desire and excitement showing in her eyes.

      He moved against her body, then whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fill every inch of you, Cyndi,” he promised as he nudged himself between her legs, slipping into her inch by inch.

      Cyndi raised her hips and he pushed into her again and again. The bed jerked against the wall, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t, Cyndi wouldn’t let him. He growled as his hips moved against her writhing body. He plunged and withdrew until he felt her tighten around him. With the next thrust she cried out his name, triggering his climax. He drove into her one more time, then he exploded.

      With a groan he collapsed onto her and Cyndi held him close. “That was incredible,” he said.

      “Not bad for starters,” she whispered.

      Patrick raised his head to catch her teasing smile. “I’m going to make you sorry you said that.” He tickled her ribs and she began to squirm.

      “Stop! Stop!” she begged.

      He paused. “I thought you wanted more.”

      “Then let me clarify that.” She moved against him. “Stop tickling me. Don’t stop touching…kissing…tasting…loving me.”

      “My pleasure.” He leaned down and, starting at the top of her sexy body, began to work his way through the list.

      Sometime early the next morning, Cynthia realized two things—she was naked in a strange bed, and she wasn’t alone. Her eyes shot open. It was still dark, or at least it was in the room. And the man softly snoring against her ear was the same one she’d had incredible sex with last night…and at two o’clock and again at four. She glanced at the clock to see it was now 5:34 a.m.

      She drew a calming breath, but it didn’t help. She drew another and slipped from the bed. She picked her clothes off the floor, quickly put them on and slipped on her shoes, all the while praying that Patrick wasn’t going to wake up.

      With her purse in hand, she headed for the door, then paused, hating to leave without saying a word. But what could she say—thanks for the night of incredible sex? And as far as she knew, Patrick didn’t know who she was and she’d like to keep it that way. He took Cyndi to bed, not Cynthia Reynolds. Some things should be left alone.

      With a glance over her shoulder, СКАЧАТЬ