Nightfall by Denise A. Agnew Page A

brushed back her hair, worry in his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
    She smiled and sniffed as she dried her tears. “No, no. I’m just so damned happy.”
    And she pulled him down for a kiss.

Chapter 6
    Alexander awakened sometime in the morning with Patty’s warm body pressed against him. His cock was already hard, his hips moving slightly against hers. His left arm was slung around her, and he cupped her breast. The weight of her warm, round flesh filled his hand. He released her breast and smoothed one hand over her hip and down her thigh. When she shifted back against him and moaned softly, he froze. He wanted to lie there, buried in her softness.
    Patty had about fuckin’ killed him. With pleasure that is. His eyes eased open as he realized he’d lost time in the dazzling haze that clouded his mind. His cock hardened and lengthened. Really? He couldn’t remember this happening before and certainly not lately. He was ready to fuck her again.
    His ex-wife had never been this welcoming in the morning—the few times he’d tried to make love to her with a morning hard on she’d spurned his advances.
    So he hesitated, not sure how Patty would respond. When she lifted her leg over his and made room, he took the invitation. He tested her readiness with the tip of his cock, sucking in a breath at her hot wetness. He gritted his teeth with the pleasure of her warm body accepting him as he eased inside her. She opened to him, but she was tight. When he bottomed out he moaned in enjoyment. He reached round to find her clit, gently brushing and teasing. She wriggled and groaned softly.
    “Alexander, oh God . That feels amazing.”
    “Mmm.” He moved a little faster.
    She began to pant and he gentled his strokes on her clit. Ah, so she liked that. When he teased, backed off, and then came at her again. He thrust inside her silky wet heat, the sensation of her gripped around him like a glove sending his hips into quicker motion. He toyed with her clit and decided to give her something else. Her gentle pants increased as he played, wanting to give her the greatest satisfaction he could.
    “Come,” he said against her ear. “Fly.”
    She shivered and bucked back against him. “Alexander.”
    “Come, sweetheart.”
    He shoved hard into her. Once. Twice.
    She went off like a firecracker, writhing, gasping. She squeezed around his cock, and he pushed harder, wild with a savage need to brand her as his. He thrust one more time and couldn’t withstand the sensation of her pussy contracting in waves of release. He came apart, quivering as he flooded her with his climax. They lay against each other, panting for breath.
    He rolled away from her, and she turned so that she half lay on his chest. Her arm slung over his waist and her thigh slid between his. He held her head against his shoulder and kissed her forehead. Her sigh brushed over his chest.
    It was all damned cozy, and he wondered if he’d had the longest dream in his life. It had to be. He’d never felt this way before, this torn apart with lust, with driving need to have her with him. Hell, he wasn’t even afraid to admit love was a component of it. While they had a lot to learn about each other, he knew in his gut what he felt for Patty went way beyond simple affection. Without a doubt he’d lay his life down for her. Sharing his crazy world, however, may not be something she wanted. Confidence drained from Alexander as he thought of the rejection she could hand him. Cowboy up. As long as she’s safe it doesn’t matter.
    “What are you thinking?” she asked quietly.
    “Mmm. Now that sounds like one of those tricky questions women use to trip up unsuspecting men.” She laughed and pinched his left nipple. The sweet shock went through him, hot like a wire that went straight to his cock. “Jesus, woman. Do that again and I’ll have to kiss you. Maybe do something nasty.”
    “Oh please.” Her voice was teasing. “Do something nasty.”