Wounded Hearts
Excerpt
Sitting down abruptly, Patrick took off his boots and socks and pulled his tee shirt off over his head. He was worn out. Sleep had been elusive in the last couple of months and he often had to drive himself to exhaustion to get just a few hours. He was ready to fall into bed and forget the last two days. Forget the sight of Erin lying on this couch, waiting to welcome him home. And forget the sight of pain in her eyes when he told her goodbye.
Patrick stood and walked toward the bedroom, telling himself he only wanted to check on her well-being. He stopped for a moment at the door. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he had no trouble seeing Erin curled up asleep in his bed. She’d kicked the covers off and the short nightgown she had on last night was rucked up her legs, exposing her full pale hips to his hot gaze. The tiny matching string bikini she wore barely covered her. Her hands were tucked under her head and with the moon shining into the room he was sure he saw the tracks of tears dried on her face.
Just as he was telling himself to do the right thing and leave her alone, Erin turned onto her back. The material of her nightgown strained across her chest, while her bountiful breasts practically spilled out of the confines. She must have sensed his presence in the room, because she blinked and slowly opened her eyes.
It had been two years since they’d been together and real life was better than fantasy any day. His own hand was no substitute for the lusciousness in front of him. He knew what he should do, what he had to do, but his body and heart were telling him something completely different. This was his woman.
“If you don’t get your ass out of my bed in the next twenty seconds you’re going to find yourself fucked and fucked hard.” His cock straining against his zipper was telling him to take what was presented. Patrick was certain she’d run at his threat, but she remained silent, just staring at him while he continued to gaze at the succulent offering in his bed.
Patrick loosened his pants and pushed them down over his hips. He stood naked before her, his cock standing in anticipation. Without a word, Erin opened her arms. He walked over and joined her on the bed.
“This is only sex.” He wanted to push her away but he couldn’t resist the call of her charms.
“Keep telling yourself that.” Erin reached out and grasped his cock, her soft warm hands stroking him.
Patrick groaned at her touch. He had to keep his head, if only for another minute. “You understand it doesn’t change anything, right?”
“Stop talking and come love me.” Erin released his cock and tugged him down to her.
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