Heart of the Music (Saints & Sinners #1) by Kaithlin Shepherd

all over you?” Jarrod shot her a wink and she melted a little. She joined him on the sofa, slowly removing his T-shirt from her body, letting it fall to the floor. “Fuck, baby…. Look at you, so fucking sexy.”
    She helped him remove his jeans. “I want to ride you,” she told him before helping him with the condom, her voice bold and confident. Straddling him, she placed her legs comfortably on each side of his body on the sofa.
    “Fuck, yeah.” He put one hand on the back of her neck, the other on her ass as she sank down over his cock. She loved the control he had over her with this hold. When she squeezed her inner muscles around him, she had to smile when he swore under his breath and kissed her.
    “Oh, God, Jarrod.” She felt so full with him inside of her, as if something was missing when they weren’t together. Giving herself the leverage she needed to move comfortably over him, she braced her hands on his shoulders. Patricia threw her head back when she started moving.
    “Shit, Trish…. Feels so fucking good, baby. Look at me when you ride me. I wanna see you fly with my cock buried inside you.”
    “I’m so close…. Oh, God.” He used the hold he had on her ass to help her move up and down his cock, sending little shocks down to her toes.
    “That’s it, baby. Give it to me. I’m right there with you, Trish.” She came so hard, screaming his name, she feared she might pass out. As promised, he was right there with her, thrusting his hips in deeper as he came.
    Her body fell forward onto his, her head buried in his neck, breathing hard and covered in sweat. Jarrod ran his hands up and down her back. “You okay?”
    “Hmm, more than okay,” she whispered into his ear, kissing his earlobe. They stayed like that all day, ordering movies, eating, and having crazy, wild sex.
     
     
    When the alarm went off the next morning, Patricia wanted to throw the thing out the window, but knew they had a long day ahead since the guys were doing a children’s hospital visit. But for the moment, she was in the only place she wanted to be. Jarrod’s arm was around her waist, her back to his chest; this was her kind of heaven. When the alarm buzzed for the second time, he finally woke up.
    “Good morning, beautiful,” he said, pulling her closer to him. She loved how he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her.
    “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said, kissing his arm where it rested against her breast. It felt so natural to wake up with him. She couldn’t believe they had wasted so many years.
    When the phone rang, she laughed and Jarrod cursed as he answered it on speakerphone. “This better be a life or death situation.”
    “Well, good morning to you, too.” Sam must have the worst timing in the history of the world.
    “What do you want, Sam?” Jarrod asked, kissing the top of her hair.
    “Well, since there was no answer in Patricia’s room, I assume she’s with you, so this is to let you both know that you have thirty minutes to shower and get your asses down here.” Shit, sometimes she hated her job.
    “Yeah, yeah.”
    When he hung up, he pulled her on top of him. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. “Any regrets?”
    She lifted her head and when her eyes met his, rightness settled in her chest. This was anything but a mistake. She was in love with him. “None, you?”
    When he said, “Hell, no,” they both laughed.
    She looked at the clock. They had to get up and get ready if they didn’t want to be late. “We have to get moving, or Sam is going to kill us both.”
    When she turned on the water in the glass-enclosed shower, she let the hot water fall on her, slowly feeling the soreness in her muscles disappear. Patricia closed her eyes and let the water soak her hair. Two strong hands touched her shoulders, rubbing some of the tension away. “Jar, we have to get ready.”
    “I know, babe. I’m saving us time here by joining you for a shower,” he said as his hands